Brya's After School Visits

by BreezyJoy, Locutus2366

Summary:

I am a happy man, single in the prime of life. I have a wonderful girlfriend, am successful at work, and am part of a loving family. I'm very close to my sister's family, especially my two lovely nieces, Brya and Bella. The oldest, Brya, comes over after school every day to further brighten my life. Today will be just another ho-hum day. Work for me, school for Brya, and after school, her daily visit to good old Uncle Jack...or will it?

Chapter 1: Just Another Ho-hum Day

Brya's After School Visits

by Locutus2366

edited by Todger65 and BreezyJoy

 

 

Story code: (Mg, MWg, hj, bj, vag, an, consensual)

 

 

I am a happy man, single in the prime of life. I have a wonderful girlfriend, successful at work, and part of a loving family. I'm very close to my sister's family, especially my two lovely nieces, Brya and Bella. The oldest, Brya, comes over after school every day to further brighten my life. Today will be just another ho-hum day. Work for me, school for Brya, and after school, her daily visit to good old Uncle Jack...or will it?

 

 

Our Family:

Jack Reynolds – Uncle, 34 years old

Brya – Niece, 11 years old

Bella – Niece, 9 years old

Bryan White – Dad, 36 years old

Clare White – Mom, 30 years old

 

 

Just Another Ho-hum Day

 

 

My name is Jack Reynolds, and I'm a successful 34-year-old IT administrator at a booming Brokerage House. My job is to make sure all the high-paid, stressed-out stock brokers have a high-speed working computer, usually a laptop. If they're down even for a few minutes, our company could lose hundreds of thousands of dollars. My company has chosen to use individual computers rather than a corporate server. Several of our competitors had their servers hacked, and they lost big time. Better to lose one or two clients than lose everyone.

 

So I get to work about 7 am and, along with my team, check every single computer for any software or operational problems. We also make sure that the half dozen emergency work stations are working at optimal capacity.

 

At around 8 am when all the assholes show up, my day goes into hyperdrive. For the next 7 hours, all I do is keep them happy and operational. They pay me very well for all the shit I have to deal with. The best part of my job is watching all the meltdowns, almost weekly, another pompous asshole loses it. Me, all I have to do is keep the electrons flowing... easy, smeasy.

 

After work each day, I have a ten-minute walk to my condo, and the peace and quiet of my own home for all of twenty minutes. That's when my world gets even better. My eleven-year-old niece, Brya, gets dropped off from her school for 'Gifted Children' right in front of my building. The doorman for our building, Fred, is always there to let her into the building. I always update him on any changes to Brya's schedule on my way in. Most of the time, I'm waiting for her in the lobby. If not, Fred rings me and brings her up to my door himself.

 

My sister Clare, Brya's mother, and her Dad, Bryan, are both doctors in one of the local hospitals. They usually pick up Brya sometime around 6 or 7 pm. Brya's little eight-year-old sister Bella will start there next year. That means I'll have both girls next school year. I love them both dearly, so that won't be a problem. I think the girls find me a welcome break from their perfectionist parents. They both get to relax and be little girls with Uncle Jack.

 

Today ends with its usual flurry of activity... then stops abruptly as the DOW closes. A few minutes later, I'm out the door heading for home. I need to get there, change, and head back down to pick up little Miss Bubbly.

 

Fred sees me coming and has the door open for me as I walk up. Smiling my thanks, I let him know I'll be down at the normal time to get Brya. He returns my smile and tells me he'll keep a close eye out for her school bus.

 

I take the elevator up to the 8th floor to change my clothes and take a restroom break before heading back to the lobby. Walking out of the elevator, I see Fred holding Brya's hand coming through the doors into the lobby. As usual, Brya is dressed in her normal school uniform: long-sleeve green blazer, tight white blouse, red tie, a plaid pleated mid-thigh skirt, black knee-high socks, and black patent leather loafers. Brya, spotting me, runs across the lobby and throws her arms around my hips.

 

Smiling from ear to ear, Brya holds me tight, “Uncle Jack, I missed you!” she stammers excitedly.

 

I kneel down, gathering her warm softness into my arms, and growling fiercely, give her a big bear hug. Giggling, she tries futilely to get away. Kissing her on the cheek, she goes still in my arms.

 

All part of our usual greeting, I lean forward to whisper in her ear, “And I missed you too, Princess. How was your day in school?”

 

Before I can let her go, she snakes her arms up to hold my face in her small hands. Without warning, she leans in and kisses me square on the lips. More than a little peck, Brya's lips linger on mine for a few seconds.

 

Brya breaking our kiss pulls back... her impish smile lets me know she did that on purpose. A little surprised by her boldness, Brya begins to prattle on like nothing unusual has just happened a few seconds ago. I stand up, holding my hand out to Brya. With her ponytail swaying from side to side, we head to the elevators.

 

As we walk along hand in hand, I'm reminded just how breathtakingly beautiful Brya is for an eleven-year-old little girl. Her shiny, upper back length, brown hair is straight with bronze highlights. Her face is just beginning to lengthen from the round child to the oval young adult. Dark chocolate colored eyes, a small pixie nose, a smattering of cheek freckles, and full lips round out the pretty light complexion of her face.

 

Her body is just now beginning to show the woman she'll become, small budding tits set far apart on her otherwise flat chest. Slim waist above the curves of her round hips. Her petite ass is just starting to take on that wonderful heart shape of a maturing young lady. A work of soft flesh perfection, her ass is a delightful sight. Not long and willowy of leg, but very shapely and well-proportioned. All in all, a very nice preteen package of about 55 pounds and 4'6” in height.

 

It doesn't take us very long to walk through the door into my condo. On the way up, Brya has informed me that all her homework is done, and that she would like peanut butter with apple slices for her snack.

 

Brya walks up and tosses her backpack onto the couch. Next, she turns on the TV and channel surfs to the Cartoon Network. Sitting on the edge of the couch, she kicks off her shoes. Sliding back on the couch, Brya settles in, sitting cross-legged, to watch her cartoons.

 

When I bring out her snack, I get an unobstructed view of her lovely red pantie-covered crotch. Only today, they are not as crotch covering as usual. For whatever reason, one side of her panties has crept down into her tight preteen pussy slit. In fact, her puffy left Labia mons is exposed in all its hairless splendor.

 

I stop momentarily at the sight of my niece's partially exposed pussy; frozen in place, the apple slices and peanut butter snack are completely forgotten. Coming back to reality, I hear a not-too-subtle giggle from Brya.

 

Looking up from her partially exposed preteen cunt, I see Brya smiling happily. As I move to hand her the apple slices and peanut butter snack, she asks with a shameless smirk, “Uncle Jack... were you looking at my kitty?”

 

Since I'm caught red-handed, or in my case red-faced, I answer a bit shakily, “Aaaaah, yes, Brya. I'm sorry, but you aren't sitting in a very lady-like position. It's kind of a natural thing for a boy to look between a girl's legs.”

 

Brya, still smiling, uncrosses her legs and brings them together. Pulling her skirt down, I hand her the apple slices and the peanut butter snack.

 

She reaches out, accepting the snack plate, then, smiling her thanks, sets the plate in her lap. Taking an apple slice, Brya dips it into the peanut butter before replying, “That's okay, Uncle Jack. You can look at my kitty any time you want. I really like you a lot! Mommy said I should never let anybody see my private place unless I really liked them.”

 

Pausing, she decides to ask me another more pointed question, “So Uncle Jack, did you like looking at my kitty... was it pretty?”

 

Not quite sure how to respond, I simply tell her the truth, “Yes, Princess, I enjoyed looking at your kitty, but it was covered by your panties. I'm sure it's absolutely lovely.”

 

Smiling at my reply, she digs into her snack and turns back to her TV program. Happy to get away so easily, I walk back into the kitchen. Thank God Brya is focused on her cartoon, and not on the large bulge in the front of my sweatpants. Leaning on the counter, I can't believe I just got a boner from seeing my niece's partially exposed cunt.

 

I have a very satisfying love life with my almost 'Live In' girlfriend Jenna. Sometime around 7 pm, Jenna will be over for dinner, TV, and a very nice sleepover romp with my eight-inch dick. I'm definitely a bit shaken by seeing Brya's partially exposed hairless perfection. I'll have to be very careful around her, especially if she's exposing herself... maybe even on purpose. Naaaw, she is too young to start that shit!

 

I return to the living room, where Brya has finished her snack and placed the empty plate on the coffee table. She is now watching the Disney Channel and some teenage sitcoms. Sitting down beside her, she turns and smiles at me. Closing the short distance between us, she scoots up against my right side. Lifting my arm, I drape it around her shoulder, as she snuggles in close.

 

Lowering my arm a bit more, I pull her close, giving her a loving squeeze. Purring contentedly, “Thanks, Uncle Jack. I like it when you hold me,” she confirms.

 

Presently, Brya jumps up and goes into the kitchen for some Lemonade. She returns in a few minutes, bringing me back a glass as well. We are enjoying our lemonade, watching TV, and chit-chatting about the characters and the developing storyline.

 

At about 5:30 pm, Brya puts on the Evening News for me. She knows I like to keep up on current events, and even though she doesn't like the news, Brya always watches with me. About halfway through, Brya gives me a startled cry of alarm and sprints across the room towards the bathroom.

 

After about 5 minutes, Brya calls through the bathroom door, “Uncle Jack... Uncle Jack, could you come help me, please?”

 

I'm unsure how to proceed, but walk up to the door, and knock lightly, “Brya, are you okay? What do you need, Princess?” I ask, genuinely concerned for Brya.

 

Even more disconcerting is the fact that I might have to go inside the bathroom. I've never cared for either girl when they've been sick.

 

From the other side of the door, Brya calls out weakly, “I'm sorry, Uncle Jack, but I pooped in my panties. I don't feel very good. Please come in and help me, please,” she pleads hopelessly.

 

Unable to avoid the situation, I open the door and walk inside. Sitting on the porcelain throne, Brya looked glumly at the floor. Head in hands, her elbows propped on her knees, she doesn't even look up as I come in. The bathroom doesn't smell too bad. Her soiled red panties have been discarded next to the toilet.

 

Looking up at me, she smiles weakly, “Thanks, Uncle Jack. I think I've finished pooping,” she groans out. I don't think I can reach behind me to wipe. Could you wipe my butt and put some medicine on it or something? Please?” she asks meekly.

 

Brya, standing unsteadily, reaches out for me. I catch her in one arm and lower the lid on the commode with the other. Sitting down, I spread my legs slightly and lay her over my lap. Moaning unhappily, she reaches behind her and pulls up her school skirt. Unfortunately, it's got a little spot of anal gel on the inside of it, too.

 

There on full display is the cutest little ass I've ever seen. Twin mounds of satin smooth, white skinned buttock sit atop Brya's shapely legs, and nestled between those legs is her tightly closed slit. Unable to resist the view of her perfection, my eight-inch dick springs to life, swelling painfully in my sweatpants.

 

“Pumpkin, your skirt is dirty, too. I'm going to get you a t-shirt to put on. At least until your Mom gets here. I stand her back up and hurry out of the bathroom. In my bedroom, I go to my closet, and grab a small gray t-shirt from a hanger. Brya has borrowed this one before... she likes the blue and white star on the front. In seconds, I'm heading back to the bathroom.

 

Shit, Brya has crumpled to the floor. Lying on my bath mat, she looks up and tries to smile.

 

“Are you okay, Brya? Did you fall? Are you hurt?” I ask, throwing the t-shirt onto the back of the toilet, I get down on my hands and knees to check on my beloved niece.

 

“I'm okay, Uncle Jack! I just lay down on the floor,” she moans pathetically.

 

Not quite sure what to do next, “Brya, I'm sorry you're feeling bad! Let's get you cleaned up and onto the couch.” I tell her quickly.

 

Bending over, I pick her up and lay her back across my lap. Using one hand to hold her, I fish along the side of her skirt until I find the zipper. Working it down, I'm able to pull Brya's skirt over her round little girl hips. It takes a little more effort to get it to slide down her shapely legs. It finally slips off, gathering around her ankles. I reach over and get a roll of toilet paper. I need to make sure she's clean before I put something on her sore butt.

 

I haven't wiped her butt for many a year, and even then, only a few times. Poopy diapers were never a favorite. Damn, I wish I didn't have to do this...

 

“Brya... Princess, you sure you can't wipe your own butt?” I ask in a last-ditch effort to avoid wiping her rather shapely butt.

 

“I don't think so, Uncle Jack,” Brya whispers weakly, her voice barely audible.

 

Funny, Brya doesn't smell bad at all. Other than the small amount of anal gel on her skirt, I don't see or smell anything unusual. No matter, she must have flushed the toilet before I came in.

 

Back to the task at hand, I ask Brya, “Sorry, Princess, I need to spread your butt cheeks so I can get to your asshole.”

 

“Okay, Uncle Jack thanks... really!” she moans.

 

I get a long length of toilet paper and fold it several times. Being as gentle as possible, I spread her warm, round, soft cheeked perfection. Brya's anal pucker isn't swollen, or bright red, or even covered in shit. In fact, it looks clean. As gently as possible, I wipe off her tightly puckered opening anyway.

 

Brya, moaning pleasurably, looks back at me, smiling happily. I'm beginning to suspect my eleven-year-old niece is not sick at all, but trying to get some 'special' attention from her uncle.

 

Yep, just what I thought... clean as a whistle. I throw the clean toilet paper into the trash beside the toilet. I decide to play along. Let's see where Brya is going with this. She is going to a lot of trouble to get me to notice her developing feminine charms. In fact, she has been giving me the sexual full court press from the moment I picked her up in the lobby. That not-so-subtle kiss on the lips, the partially exposed preteen pussy, panties in the slit; now it's 'wipe' my butt, so you can get a great look at my perfectly shaped young ass and hairless little kitten.

 

I'm not sure what Brya wants or expects, but I would rather her do it here with me and not somewhere else. I think she's been talking with her friend Olivia. They're getting to that experimental stage with sex... curious about their awakening feelings, emotions, and most of all... the exponential attraction to the opposite sex.

 

So keeping up the charade, I reach over and pick up the moist towelettes on the back of the toilet. Getting a couple of those, I wipe all around Brya's tiny anal rosebud. Again, Brya moaning with intense pleasure is not indicative of a sore butt, only the sexual awakenings of a preteen hottie.

 

Always game for something new, I'm very interested in where she is going with all this. Next, I get my tub of Aquaphor medicated gel. Using my index finger, I scoop out a large glob and start to rub it on Brya's supposedly sore asshole.

 

I cautiously begin to massage and gently probe Brya's tight asshole. In fact, her insistent purrs are nothing more than the pain-filled pleasure of my anal stimulation.

 

Not surprised by her response, she looks back at me, and smiling with acceptance, asks, “Uncle Jack, that feels really good. Please don't stop?”

 

I hopelessly give in to the brainless organ hanging between my legs... taking my index finger away from Brya's asshole, I scoop out another glob of Aquaphor. Brya is watching me intently over her shoulder as I spread the glob around her tight anal pucker. Running my finger up and down the crack of her butt, I coat my entire finger in the slick Aquaphor gel.

 

Unable to resist the temptation of her perfect ass, I align my finger up with her anal opening and push against her light brown pucker. Brya's recent bowel movement has loosened her anal opening. With just a little pressure, my finger slides easily one knuckle deep into Brya's tight asshole.

 

Brya, squealing in surprised pain-filled pleasure, looks back at me and nods her head, “Please, Uncle Jack, put the rest of your finger in my butt. I like how it feels!” she coos with heated contentment.

 

Not wanting to stop, I slowly penetrate Brya's 'not so sore' virgin ass three knuckles deep. Once inside, I begin to rhythmically pull out and push back in, eliciting a steady stream of ooohs and aaahs from Brya.

 

As I continue to finger fuck my niece's ass, her passion building, Brya begins to push herself back against my penetrating finger. She does not have any problems with one finger, so why not two?

 

I quickly decide she can take another finger. Pause momentarily, I put my middle finger alongside my index, and slide both into Brya's tight little ass. Her youthful eleven-year-old butt easily accepts the additional finger. Her asshole is definitely not sore, but soon will be. With ever increasing lustful grunts, Brya willingly spears her young ass on my two fingers.

 

I'm sure this is Brya's first, probably spontaneous sexual experience. Something at school, probably her friend Olivia, has convinced her to try something with good old Uncle Jack.

 

Now here we are with my fingers up her butt, and Brya is building rapidly to her first-ever climax. As her first orgasm slams into her immature nervous system, she lets out a single ear piercing peel of pure delight. Her muscles locked in orgasmic spasms, Brya's body bucks and thrashes about on the top of my lap.

 

Smiling, I look down at my fingers still buried deep in her ass. I gently hold her in place, letting her enjoy the afterglow of her unexpected orgasm.

 

When she finally dares to look back at me, I pull my fingers out of her ass and stand her up in front of me.

 

I reach out and take her by the hand, “Okay, young lady... what's with all the sex crap. I went along with the sore butt routine, but we need to talk...” I slow to a stop, hoping she'll start talking.

 

Nothing but silence, her head hanging down, she's not quite ready. Then I note her eyes are wide open and they're not focused on her feet, but on my groin. Yep, I forgot the cock tent in my sweatpants. She's looking at that...

 

“Hey!” I bark, “I'm talking to you...” I hesitate, trying not to be angry. Her head shooting up, I continue, “You're not in trouble. I just need to know what's going on... please, Brya. It's Olivia, right!”

 

Her eyes flew open, “Uuum, yeah... kinda, I guess, “ she whispered softly.

 

“Fine, talk to me, Princess!” I encourage.

 

“Damn, she's always talking about all the things she's done... You know sex stuff! Like giving Ethan a blow job, or her dad fucking her butt. All kinds of stuff,” her voice trailing off.

 

Smiling at her, “You know Olivia is probably not doing all those things!” I tell her.

 

“I know, but she always knows everything about sex, how it feels to be with a boy, or the intense pain when her dad slides his big cock inside her ass. All that emotion, all those wonderful feelings. I just wanted to know for myself,” she pauses. “I just wanted them to be with you!” she finishes, looking me straight in the eye.

 

Well shit! This is worse than I thought, “First... Olivia should probably become a fiction writer. She just has an overactive imagination and access to plenty of porn, but what you're asking of me is illegal... You know that, right!” I state flatly.

 

Brya nods her head, “Yeah... I know. But I had an orgasm, Uncle Jack! That felt really great... Aaaah, can I see it? You know, your willy. I could... I could try and help you cum too! I won't tell anyone, especially that loud mouth Olivia!” she looks down hopefully.

 

Damn, I should have nipped this in the bud when I realized she wasn't sick. Now she'll want more and more. Her first taste of sex was a pleasant, consensual experience. A little unusual for her first time, but she definitely enjoyed herself.

 

Curious, I ask, “Okay... why the sore butt! There are other simpler ways to start out?”

 

Her head dropping lower, “I screwed up...okay! I borrowed Olivia's squirt bottle, like for a douche. I tried to clean my butt out at school with it, but when I felt some poop coming down, I ran into the bathroom. I was still clean inside, and aaaah shit! You know the rest...” she stops abruptly, looking me in the eye again.

 

My hearty chuckle seems to relax her a smidge, “Don't you think anal sex was a bit advanced for a first time? Shit... touching each other is a great start for most people...”

 

Then she bristles up like a puff adder, “I don't know all this sex shit, and listening to Olivia hasn't helped... All I know is anal works great if you don't want to get pregnant!”

 

Laughing out loud, “Good! I'm glad you don't know all this sex shit... But, Sweetness, you've got to talk with me. I'll tell you the truth... okay. So what do you want to do?” I ask.

 

Her impish smile tells me volumes, “Okay, it's my wee willy you want, then it's wee willy you get. Only you call it a cock, or a dick...”

 

I stand and, in one quick motion, hook my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and pull them down around my ankles. A few moments later, I step out of them naked from the waist down. My cock jutting out lewdly points with menacing intent at a very surprised little girl. Thick blue-veined shaft above, large hair-covered balls hanging below, Brya gets her first eyeful of an adult cock.

 

Brya stepping in close, reaches out to let the tips of her fingers caress the soft, velvety smooth skin of my Glans.

 

My cock lurching unexpectedly surprises her, “Oooh, it moved!” She quickly jerks her hand back.

 

Smiling up at me, “Damn, Uncle Jack does it do that all the time?”

 

I chuckle quietly, “Only when he's excited, Sweetness!” I tell her, lowering my head down to find her lips waiting.

 

Our first real kiss is everything it should be... Sparks flying, bombs bursting in air... the whole 'fireworks show' in one intense touch of our lips. Stepping backwards, my legs hit the commode, and down I go. Sitting on the porcelain throne has never been like this. Nor have I seen the raving beauty before me... I mean, really seen her.

 

Brya is divinely made, decently long-legged, they're shapely and well proportioned... a perfect match to her girlish figure. The early roundness of her maturing butt blends wonderfully with the length and shape of her legs. Her narrow waist leading up to a chest, just now showing the promise of the medium-sized tits to come. What an alluring preteen package approaching puberty, and all those hormonal changes.

 

Closing the distance between us, Brya gets down on her knees, he eyes wide with a mixture of awe and determination. Instead of her hand, she leans in, and I feel the first tentative, wet flick of her tongue against the tip of my cock. I hiss, my head falling back against the cold porcelain tank. “Jezz, Brya...”

 

A newfound confidence fills her eyes as she smiles at my reaction, “Did you like that, Uncle Jack?” she whispers, her voice husky. Then, without waiting for an answer, she parts her lips and takes the head of my cock into her hot, little mouth.

 

The feeling is electric. Her mouth is a furnace of wet, velvety heat, but her inexperience is obvious. Her teeth scrape across the tender skin covering my cock, causing me to flinch painfully. “Easy, Princess!” I groan, my voice thick with lust.

 

“Just your lips and tongue. No teeth.”

 

She pulls back, a string of spit connecting her lips to my throbbing cock head. “Sorry!” she whispers, looking genuinely concerned.

 

“It's okay. Just... try again. But be careful...”

 

She does, this time with a bit more caution. She envelops the head, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive coronal ridge. It's clumsy, but the sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm of it is the most shit-fire erotic thing I've ever felt. She's not just doing it; she's worshiping it. She gets bolder and bolder, taking me a little deeper, her small hand coming up to grip the base she can't reach around. She starts a rhythm, bobbing her head and jacking my shaft in time. Then she gets ambitious. She takes a deep breath through her nose and pushes down, trying to take more of me than she can handle. I feel the fleshy head hit the back of her throat, and she gags noisily before pulling back. Brya begins to cough repeatedly while trying to catch her breath.

 

With tears welling up in her eyes. “I-I wanted to take it all,” she sputters, her face flush as she breathes deeply.

 

“Hey, hey,” I say, reaching down to gently stroke her hair. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. Don't you ever apologize for trying?” I tilt her head upward and kiss her. Not surprisingly, I even get a taste of myself on her lips.

 

Smiling, I encourage, “Just suck the head, baby. And jack the rest.” I tell her, groaning pleasurably. “Like that! Yeah... just like that.”

 

She smiles, relieved, and goes right back to work. Her small hand flies up and down my slick shaft while her mouth focuses on the head, suck and tonguing me with desperate, loving need to pleasure me. The sight of this beautiful eleven-year-old girl on her knees, her face streaked with tears, desperately trying to suck me off, is what finally does it. My balls tighten, and that familiar pressure builds at the base of my cock.

 

“Brya... I'm gonna cum, Princess!” I warn, my voice ragged with lustful need.

 

She doesn't pull back. Instead, she moans around my cock and doubles her efforts, her hand a blur. That's all I can take. My orgasm detonates. The first massive load of sperm laced semen rockets down my shaft, erupting directly into her sucking mouth. She squeals in surprise, her eyes flying wide open as her mouth is suddenly flooded. She pulls back, coughing, but keeps her hand pumping up and down my thick shaft. The second and third thick spurts arc through the air, splattering lewdly across her upturned face... From her forehead to her chin, a long ropey tendril of gooey cum lands on her cheek. As the weaker spurts pulse from my cock, she instinctively opens her mouth, trying to catch them. Her tongue darts out, gathering the last of my cum from the tip. My body goes limp, and I slump back against the tank, completely spent.

 

Sitting back on her haunches, my shrinking cock slips from her lips. Brya looks up at me, her face a beautiful, stick mess. She reaches up and scoops a large glob of semen from her cheek. Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she holds it up for my inspection, then she looks at me dead in the eye and licks it off her finger. Smiling with wicked relish, she begins to meticulously clean the rest of my cum from her face, eating every last drop. I'm frozen, utterly mesmerized by the lewd and loving actions of my niece.

 

Just when I think things can't get any more insane, the call button rings on the front door. Uncaring, Brya looks up from her feast, her face glistening, and smiles at me.

 

Panicking, I turn towards the front door to answer Fred's page.

 

To my unending shame, Clare stands in the doorway to the bathroom. A look of intensifying horror spreading across her facial features... She has a key to my condo's door. A gift to her years ago. A place to stay if anything ever happens. Now this betrayal of her trust.

 

Almost unable to speak, “Please, Clare, this isn't as bad as it looks! Brya's fine, I didn't hurt her. We both just got a little horny...” I explain futilely.

 

Brya naked... her pretty face streaked with my semen, my dick hanging lifelessly between my legs, still oozing an occasional drop of semen onto the bathroom floor, is all the evidence of child abuse my sister needs.

 

Clare somehow manages to keep it together without going completely ballistic on Brya or me. She calmly walks past me to take a look at her oldest daughter, “Are you okay, Baby?” she asks with resolute calmness.

 

Brya rushes up to her, throws her arms around her mother, “Please, Mama, don't be angry. I started this, not Uncle Jack! He thought I needed help in the bathroom. I pretended to pooped in my panties, and he came in to clean me up... but I wasn't sick. I wanted him to touch me... just like Daddy touches you when you guys go to bed!” she explains.

 

Clare turned away from Brya, her eyes nailing me with a malice I've never seen from my little sister, “Brya, get dressed, we're leaving!” she instructs, harshly.

 

“But Mama...! I smeared some gunk on my school uniform and panties as if I had pooped on them! Please don't make me put them back on!” she pleads.

 

Hoping to get out of this with my life, I point to the small gray t-shirt on the toilet seat, “Clare, I brought her a t-shirt to wear! It's on the toilet seat...” I mumble.

 

Clare gives me another death look, “Shut up, asshole! Brya, get the shirt on and let's go... now!”

 

Brya walks over to the toilet, picks up the t-shirt, and quickly pulls it over her head, “Good enough... get your stuff together and meet me by the door!” Clare commands forcefully, “I need to talk with your Uncle for a moment!”

 

Now that Brya's out of sight and sound, Clare turns on me with a slight smile on her face, “This is my fault! I should have warned you sooner. She's quite taken by her Uncle Jack,” she whispers before yelling...

 

“No fucking way I'm going to let this slide, you prick! That's my eleven-year-old daughter you're messing with. I've got a good idea to call the police right now! But I need to talk with Brya first...” she concludes, storming out of the bathroom to collect Brya at the door.

 

Clare's blistering glare now includes a very distraught Brya, “You just wait til I get you home, young lady! What were you two thinking? Dammit, Brya, he's your uncle for Christ's sake...” she scolded, pushing Brya through the door and into the hallway.

 

Stumbling along in front of her mother, Brya gives me a quick farewell look before walking into the elevator. As the door closes with agonizing slowness, I give Brya a brief smile and wave goodbye.

 

Damn, I could have handled that a lot better. But that little imp led her horny uncle down the primrose path, and right into a shit-load of trouble. No one to blame but myself and the brainless one hanging limply between my legs. I can't even blame Fred for letting Clare come up... She's the only one allowed to come up unannounced. Even my girlfriend Jenna doesn't have that privilege. This has all been a series of ill-time events. I wonder how Clare will handle this new sexual development between Brya and me.

 

I close the door, already missing Brya's happy smile. Trudging back into the bathroom, I clean up and get dressed again. I decided to go down and check in with Fred. He's probably concerned with Clare's and Brya's hasty exit.

 

As soon as the elevator doors open, Fred rushes over, “Aaaah, thanks for coming down, Mr. Reynolds. I was going to call up in a few minutes, but you're here now!” he frowns, looking expectantly towards the entrance to our building.

 

“Are Miss Brya and her mother okay? They rushed through the lobby without a word... Miss Brya didn't look well! I think they're still sitting outside,” he asks, concerned.

 

I walk with Fred to the door and step outside. Clare's new Volvo SUV is just pulling away. Watching Clare and Brya drive off into the fading light leaves a large hole in the rest of my evening. I wonder what Brya will tell her Mother, or more importantly, what Brya thinks of me tomorrow. And then there's Clare, my baby sister...

 

End Part 1

Chapter 2

Summary:

Now what... I've just sexually assaulted my eleven-year-old niece, and her mother caught us just after I filled her mouth with my incestuous seed. The police... prison... and an angry father beating the shit out of me, what? My life is in a shambles; all I can do is wait and let the hammer fall where it will. If I had just kept one-eyed willy in my pants, things would still be great... but no, I had to let the brainless one have a moment in the sun!

Part 2 - A Call From Clare 12/26

 

Now that Clare and Brya are gone, the silence in the lobby is a physical weight. I force a smile for Fred, make some idle chatter I won't remember, and head up to my condo. The air inside is stale, heavy with the ghost of her perfume. I don't sit on the couch. I can't. I can still see the exact spot where he knelt, where her face, streaked with my cum, looked up at me with pure, trusting love. The image is burned onto the back of my eyelids.

 

I lean against the kitchen counter, my reflection a pale, guilty stranger in the dark microwave door. My loving niece. She needed my help, and I...what did I do? I didn't just cross a line; I obliterated it. It doesn't matter that she wanted it. It doesn't matter that she was the one orchestrating the whole damn thing. I'm the adult. I'm the uncle. I fingered her ass. I used her mouth like a goddamn fuck toy. The words echo in my head, each one a hammer blow.

 

This condo isn't a refuge; it's a crime scene. I must leave her soon. I grab my coat, the need to escape my current depressing reality a sharp, physical pain. I need noise, people, anything to drown out the sound of my own thoughts. I need to drown the pedophile Uncle.

 

Thank God Jenna's not coming over. The thought of her touch, her gentle questions, her normal, loving world... It would shatter me.

 

The bar is a blur of noise and cheap light. The whiskey burns going down, a welcome punishment. I talk sop with a colleague, my voice on autopilot, my mind replaying the afternoon in sick, vivid detail. Every laugh, every clinking glass feels like a lie. Three hours and a small fortune later, I stumble out, the alcohol having done nothing to numb the core of my guilt, only to fog its edges.

 

Fred is still there, a pillar of concern in the lobby. “Mr. Reynolds, your sister has been trying to get in touch with you. She needs you to call her as soon as possible.

 

The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. So it's starting. The world is about to come crashing down. I tip him handsomely, a final, futile act of a man who won't have any use for money in prison. Fred helps me to the elevator, his kindness a fresh form of torture.

 

Inside my condo, the phone on the counter glows with five missed calls. All from Clare. My executioner is calling to schedule the firing squad.

 

I hurriedly punched in her number... Clare answers on the second ring, “Okay, brother of mine! Where the hell have you been? You're such a shithead... You know that! I checked with Brya, and she 'spilled the beans' on your little encounter this afternoon. Seriously, how did you fall for all that “I'm sick” shit... especially after she gave you an unexpected birds-eye view of her hairless kitty. She's got to go to school tomorrow, dip shit! How the hell is she going to concentrate when all she'll be thinking about is hanging between your legs? I don't think missing school for 'sexual distraction' is an excused absence... especially when her uncle's cock is the distraction!”

 

Pausing to catch her breath, ”But Jack, that's not the reason I called you! Brya is still quite upset at being caught making the moves on her uncle, but she did have some help... didn't she, Jack? It's school as usual. But just in case she fakes being sick again, I'll need someone available if the school calls. Tuesday is our big surgical day. Neither of us can cancel this late at night. We have patients with major health problems scheduled for tomorrow. Can you please call in sick and work from home? Hopefully Brya won't pull any of her shit tomorrow, but you never know.” Clare explains almost too casually.

 

I'm unable to speak for a few seconds. My alcohol muddled mind is not functioning at peak efficiency. When Clare pipes up again, “Jack? Are you still there? Jack, did you hear me? Can you take the day off? Jack... Jack...” she asks with concern creeping into her voice.

 

I feel a bushwhack coming, “Okay, Clare! Are you sure Brya is okay with coming back over here? You know after this afternoon!” I ask, more than a bit surprised by Clare's request.

 

Clare laughs out loud, a genuine, throaty sound that makes my head spin. “Brya's fine, Jack! Christ, you didn't sexually traumatize her. Trust me, I'd know. You just gave her exactly what she's been angling for. You have no idea what you've walked into, big brother. Like I said! You need to keep an eye on her. Brya has more than a crush on you. She can be very manipulative for an eleven-year-old, going on twenty-one. You should hear the stories from school. The teaching staff at the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted' is doing everything they can to keep her busy.” She warns me a few hours too late.

 

Scratching my head, I ask through my alcoholic fog, “So what's with the homework she brings home after school?”

 

Clare answers, without hesitation, “That's what I'm talking about. She saves some homework to bring home, so you can answer questions and help. She's such a little tease. Also, don't be fooled by her little girl vocabulary. I almost lost it when I heard her get mad at Bella the other day. I thought a sailor had snuck into my daughter's bedroom. She got grounded for a week for that particular outburst. I should have warned you a bit earlier, but you two get along so well. She thinks the world of her Uncle Jack.”

 

Before Clare can ask again, “No problem, Sis. I'm always happy to take care of both girls. I know surgery day is rough on you guys, so I'll figure out a normal drop off and pick up for both of them... unless I get a call from the school,” I chuckle to myself.

 

That little imp has been playing me all along, and now I've fallen into her trap with both feet.

 

Clare, on her end of the line, sighs with relief, “Thanks Jack. You're a lifesaver. Also, Bella is starting to complain about not getting enough time with Uncle Jack. I think you'll need to plan an 'overnighter' just for her. Just a warning!” she laughs knowing how much her girls like staying with their uncle.

 

After our call ends, I set the phone on the counter and slump against the kitchen counter, the whiskey finally catching up with me. The world has gone sideways. I was just bracing for prison, and now I'm arranging a sick day to babysit the girl I assaulted yesterday after school. I feel a frustrated huff escape my lips. All because I'm such a horny bastard. No matter, tomorrow will be an interesting day, no doubt about it. I wonder what little Miss Innocent will try, and when I'll get the call to come pick her up from school. I cringe at the thought. Hell, maybe her Mother's talk with her will discourage her from wanting anything to do with me... like sex or something. But that's just wishful thinking on my part. Tomorrow afternoon, before Bella gets here, will be quite interesting.

 

Before I can even think about bed, my phone buzzes again on the counter. The screen lights up: Jenna! My stomach clenches. I was just thinking about how I couldn't face her, and here she is. I take a deep breath and steel myself to lie to the woman who's been nothing but good to me.

 

“Hey, Jen,” I say, my voice rough.

 

“Jack! You will not believe what just happened!” Her voice is bright, buzzing with an energy that feels like it's from another planet. “I got it! The LA position? They called right after I left work!”

 

My brain stumbles. “What? The... the one in California?”

 

“That's the one! They want me to start in a month! Oh my god, Jack, it's everything I wanted!” She's talking a mile a minute, and I can barely keep up. The words “California” and “month” are echoing in the whiskey-soaked cavern of my skull.

 

“That's... that's incredible, Jen. I'm so happy for you.” The words leaving my mouth fell hollow, automatic.

 

I know, right? But... Jack, there's something we need to talk about.” The energy in her voice shifts and becomes softer, more serious. “It's... it's a long way away. And you know I don't believe in long-distance relationships. They just don't work. I couldn't ask you to wait for me, and I couldn't go... wondering if you were finding someone else. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.”

 

I'm silent. I just stand there, holding the phone, my heart starting to pound for a completely different reason.

 

“So I think... I think we should just make a clean break now,” she says, her voice gentle but firm. “Before it gets harder. It'll hurt less this way, I promise. Maybe... maybe if I ever come back, we can look each other up again? But for now... this is it.”

 

I sink slowly onto one of the barstools, the strength leaving my legs. “Oh,” is all I can manage. A clean break. She's giving me a clean break.

 

I'm so sorry, Jack,” she whispers.

 

“Don't be,” I say, and the surprising sincerity in my own voice shocks me. “You have to take this. It's your dream come true.”

 

We say our goodbyes. It's polite, stilted, and final. When I hang up, the condo goes eerily silent. I should be devastated. I should be heartbroken. The woman I was building a life with just broke up with me.

 

And all I can feel is a slow, creeping, shameful wave of relief.

 

It's a monstrous feeling. I'm a terrible person. But the path ahead, which just an hour ago was a terrifying cliff edge, has suddenly cleared. I'm free. The only thing left to do is call into work, which I do in a daze, leaving a message about a personal emergency. I set my alarm for 6 am, crawl into a cold bed, and fall asleep dreaming of a pair of dark chocolate eyes.

 

 

A School Pick-up Surprise

 

 

Morning comes with the insistent beeping of my alarm clock. I reach over, and with a groan... turn it off. After lying there for a few minutes, I get up and walk into the bathroom to take care of my morning business. After a quick shower, I get dressed for the day. It's no use getting dressed in anything other than a t-shirt and a pair of sports shorts. I finish with some ankle socks and my running shoes. Now as ready as I can get, I settle in to wait for Brya's inevitable phone call.

 

I grab a quick breakfast and head into my small home office. I turn everything 'On', including plugging my laptop into the docking station. I can do most things from here... except the physical installation of necessary updates on a computer, or holding the hand of some 'Suit' that thinks he's better than me.

 

Anyway... I check for any new emails and meeting updates. I take care of the ones I can, and send the rest to my assistant. I'm actually able to get quite a bit done before Brya's school calls me at home. Now what should I do... play along, or give her what she wants?

 

As soon as the phone rings, I look at the 'Caller ID', even though I know who's making the call. Sure enough, it's the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted'.

 

It's 11:54 am... perfectly timed by my little minx, “Hello, this is Jack Reynolds.”

 

“Hello, Mr. Reynolds... This is Assistant Principal Holly Ward from the 'Long Island Academy for the Gifted'. I'm afraid Brya is feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing to be concerned about, just a 24-hour bug, or maybe something she ate didn't agree with her. She's still with the school nurse. I believe she's almost finished and should be coming down to the office shortly,” she concludes efficiently.

 

“Humm... thanks, Miss Ward! Brya's Mom and I thought she might not make it through the day. She wasn't feeling well after school yesterday... but seemed okay this morning.” I halt momentarily before continuing, “I need to throw on a pair of blue jeans and get an 'Uber'. I should be there in about 10 or 15 minutes.”

 

“Great... that will be fine, Mr. Reynolds. I'll call the nurse and let Brya know you're on the way! Thanks so much. Brya is such a good student. Her teachers talk about her all the time,” she finishes.

 

After a few more pleasantries, we conclude the call. I immediately called Fred and had him contact one of our 'On Call' Uber drivers. Hanging up the phone, I rush to get dressed before the 'Uber' arrives. A few minutes later, dressed and ready to go, Fred calls up.

 

I grab my wallet and cell phone before heading out the door. I'm soon in the 'Uber' heading towards Brya's school. The whole way there, I try to gain control of my growing excitement. I'm pretty sure Brya will want to mess around this afternoon, but how far is she willing, or able, to go? She's a decently developed eleven-year-old whose flower is just now starting to bloom.

 

Then there's her mother, who caught us yesterday. Caught... we were caught with Brya covered in my cum. Clare is very accepting, but this is still her oldest daughter. Not a good situation, so not only do I have to deal with my horny eleven-year-old niece, but maybe a hyperprotective mother as well...

 

My mental musing comes to an abrupt halt as the 'Uber' driver slows to a stop in front of Brya's school. This is quite the fancy place. The school is located in a turn-of-the-century hotel that has been renovated to accommodate a school for the 'gifted' children that attend here. Brya is scheduled to graduate from high school 3 to 4 years early, and her sister Bella will start there next year. I'll have both of them in the fall. What a deal, two young preteen hotties to complicate my life even more.

 

I take a few deep, calming breaths before I open the door and walk up the sidewalk between the perfectly manicured lawn. Pots and flower beds of blooming flowers add just the right amount of color to the immaculate landscaping. This place is expensive, but it's also subsidized by some of the elite colleges and universities from around the world. I know that Brya's educational costs are considerably less than those of other students.

 

I stop at the door and ring the buzzer. A woman's voice answers almost immediately!

 

“Yes, how may I help you?” she asks.

 

“Hi... My name is Jack Reynolds. I'm here to pick up my niece, Brya. I received a call from Assistant Principal Holly Ward.” I replied quickly.

 

The lock on the door clicks, and I walk into the foyer. I mosey up to the second door and wait for it to click too. Once inside, I walk to my right towards the 'Administration Office'.

 

Slowing at the door, I look through the antique oak-framed glass door. There, sitting directly across from the door, is Brya. She is sitting on a long oak bench, looking fabulous in her short school uniform skirt and white blouse. Glancing casually at an occupied office worker standing at the 'Reception' counter, Brya slowly spreads her shapely legs. Even in the dim light of the office, I can clearly see the pale white pantie-less skin of Brya's small hairless pussy.

 

What I'm not expecting is the ruby red jeweled flange of my girlfriend Jenna's teardrop butt plug. It's nestled lewdly between Brya's heart-shaped ass cheeks. Trying not to go all ape shit on Brya, I simply shake my head slowly from side to side. My deeply furrowed brow and the grim frown on my face are enough to get her undivided attention. Seeing my instantaneous wrath, Brya quickly closes her widely spread legs. Adjusting the hem of her skirt, she cringes at the anger written on my face.

 

I pause a moment longer, trying to regain control of myself both physically and emotionally. I'm only able to regain a fraction of my emotional control... I'm one mighty pissed-off uncle. She's in some deep shit and knows it. The damage done, she slumps forward, dejected that her surprise has failed so miserably.

 

The problem is Brya's lewd enticement has worked to perfection... I'm hard as a rock; the painfully swollen tube of flesh is extremely uncomfortable in my tight blue jeans.

 

I reach down and open the door... As nonchalantly as possible, I walk into the office, oooh, so slowly, and belly up to the old oak counter.

 

The office worker looks up from her stack of paper, “Oooh, sorry! You must be Brya's Uncle Jack. I'm glad to meet you. Holly said you would be stopping by to pick up Brya,” she tells me, glancing over at Brya, “Brya, dear, are you okay! You're looking much worse! Do you want me to call the nurse?”

 

Brya is nearly in tears, “No, Mrs. Smith! I'm fine. I just need to go home and get some rest,” she chokes out.

 

Without looking at Brya, Mrs. Smith slides a logbook towards me, “Mr. Reynolds, would you please sign Brya out for today. She's such a dear. Always happy and smart as a whip. Everyone likes her bubbly, caring nature. You're helping raise a wonderful young woman!”

 

I reach for the logbook and a pen, “Thank you, Mrs. Smith. I agree with you. Brya is usually a caring, well-behaved young lady. But there are moments when she screws up. I hope she's learned some discretion today. Yes, discretion! Indiscriminate exhibitionism can lead to some undesirably painful conclusions.” I offer, when I'm really talking to Brya.

 

A very confused Mrs. Smith pulls the logbook back across the counter, “Uuum, an interesting thought, Mr. Reynolds. But I don't see how it's applicable.” She shakes her head again, looking over at a mournful-looking Brya. “I hope Brya is better by tomorrow!” She stops and looks from Brya to me.

 

Before turning, “Thank you, Mrs. Smith... I think Brya will be back in school tomorrow morning. Won't you, Brya!”

 

Brya looked up, “Yes, Uncle Jack! Can we go home now?” she asked dismally.

 

I smile at Mrs. Smith, turn, and give Brya another stern look. She gets up slowly and walks towards the door.

 

Brya, stopping at the last moment, looks over at Mrs. Smith, “Thank you! I'm fine, really, just tired. I'll see you tomorrow.”

 

With that, I open the door, and we walk out into the lobby-like entrance of the school. We move slowly towards the doors to the outside.

 

Once outside, Brya turns towards me, “I'm sorry, Uncle Jack! I just got so excited I wasn't thinking clearly. Please don't be mad at me... please?” she asks softly.

 

I reach out my arm, and she quickly rushes in to give me a big hug, “It's okay. Everyone gets a freebie; that was yours. Don't ever do that kind of thing again. One mistake and I won't be able to see you again... It's that simple, okay!” I scold.

 

Brya, clinging to me, asks, “Okay, Uncle Jack! Can we still go home and mess around before Bella gets there?”

 

Considering how horny I am, the answer is quite simply a rousing 'Yes'. Except Brya needs to worry for a few minutes, “I'll think about it... Okay!”

 

We climb into the 'Uber' that's been waiting, and off we go back to my condo. Brya is definitely all hands off on the way home. Just as we pull up to my building, I reach out to softly caress the soft white skin of her exposed thigh. My touch lingering just above her knee, I let my hand slide upwards toward the preteen honey pot between her legs. Just for a second, I leave my hand there, before I see Fred walking crisply towards our car.

 

Brya, smiling coyly, opens her legs with just a hint of shy acceptance. When Fred opens the door, I pull my hand back before he can see my inappropriate touch. Holding her hand out to Fred, Brya scoots with lady-like precision across the seat. Using a lithe, feline-like grace, she steps out of the car to stand beside Fred.

 

They instantly start chatting about school and why she's home early. Listening to their friendly banter, I pay the 'Uber' driver, giving him a good tip for waiting. Exiting the car, Fred and Brya, holding hands, move towards the door into our building. Fred is totally smitten by Brya's girlish charm... and who wouldn't be. He's just another victim of this preteen force of nature.

 

I walk into the building, totally forgotten by the two in front of me. Even as we wait patiently for the elevator to come down to the lobby, little Miss Friendly is continuing to wrap Fred around her little finger. They are quite the matched pair. Both like to chat, and the topic doesn't seem to matter.

 

As the elevator doors open, Brya stands on her tippy toes to give Fred a little girl peck on the cheek. Turning beet red, Fred reluctantly lets go of her hand.

 

Inside the elevator, we hear Fred say, “Thank you, Miss Brya, for tolerating a lonely old man.”

 

With the doors closing, Brya calls out, “You're the best, Fred! Thanks for everything...”

 

 

End Part 2

 

Chapter 3

Chapter by Locutus2366

Summary:

The call from Brya's school was totally expected, but her lewd and dangerous behavior was not. After a little heart-to-heart talk, we're safely back at my condo. But now I think it's time to enjoy my niece's amorous nature. We have all afternoon to indulge ourselves in some hot preteen sex.

I have split this part into two halves. I will post the second half early next week. I've been battling the flu and have not completed the final edit on the second half.

Locutus2366

Brya's After School Visits

by Locutus2366
edited by Todger65


Story code: (Mg, hj, bj, an, consensual)

 

 

The call from Brya's school was totally expected, but her lewd and dangerous behavior was not. After a little heart-to-heart talk, we're safely back at my condo. But now I think it's time to enjoy my niece's amorous nature. We have all afternoon to indulge ourselves in some hot preteen sex.

 

Part 3 - An Enjoyable Afternoon With Brya


The short ride up to our floor is unusually quiet. When the doors open, we walk side by side down the hallway. Every few steps, we bump into each other on purpose. But neither of us is willing to break the silence of the moment.

I open the door, letting Brya step through, before I follow. Locking the door behind me, I turn to see her casually taking off the dark gray plaid school uniform tie. Tossing it onto the couch not far away, she untucks her blouse and, with exaggerated slowness, begins to unfasten each small pearly-white button down the front.

My cock hardening exponentially with each button is soon trying to naw its way to freedom inside my blue jeans. Seeing the growing cock tent in my pants, she slows to a stop. Only two buttons remain fastened on her blouse. The tantalizing pale white skin exposed beneath is pure torment to my depraved mind. Her small white training bra rises and falls with each quick breath she takes.

Looking up from my cock bulge, she smiles tentatively, “I'm really sorry, Uncle Jack... honestly. I just wanted to surprise you. I won't do anything like that again, honest!” she tells me contritely, then stops for a few seconds.

She looks down expectantly at the last two buttons on her blouse, “Is it okay if I take my blouse off, Uncle Jack?” Brya asks sweetly.

Smiling at the little imp across from me, “Inside the condo, when we're alone, you have the freedom to do what you want. Outside these walls, no more overt displays of affection... only uncle/niece stuff. Okay, Brya?” I offer back.

She leaves the last two buttons fastened, goes over to her backpack, and pulls out an ivory colored envelope. It resembles those used for wedding invitations. Walking up to me, she hands me an envelope with a dark blue rosebud embossed on the front. It's from Clare...

Stepping back, she waits for me to open the envelope. But before I do, I look at her, knowing full well what's on the inside.

Smiling at Brya, I ask, “Do you know what's inside this envelope from your Mother?”

She returned my bright smile with one of her own, “Sorta! I had a long talk with Mom last night. You know girl stuff! All that stuff about boys and men.” Hesitating, she frowns before starting up again. “She said I have the right to choose whom I want to be with. Even if that choice is not later in life, but now... even today! After that, she went into her study and returned with the envelope. She told me to give that to you first thing today!” she finishes looking down at the envelope.

I slowly bring the envelope up to my nose. My sense of smell is instantly assailed by the scent of Clare's favorite perfume. The one she's liked for decades... ever since she was a twelve-year-old. I know because I gave her the first bottle. Lifting my head, I see Brya waiting. Her dark brown eyes glazed with lust.

“So Uncle Jack, are you going to open that envelope?” she asks tenderly. “Mom said she would understand if you don't want to do this.”

Opening the envelope, I quickly read the enclosed note:

 

 

────────────── ✦ ✦ ──────────────

She's my firstborn baby. If she chooses to give you her gift, make it special. Remember how much Bryanna adores you. Be careful and don't hurt her, or I'll cut your balls off the next time I see you.

All My Love,

Clarissa

 

────────────── ✦ ✦ ──────────────

 

 

 

Before she can ask, I pass the handwritten note to Brya. Reading it, she lifts her sparkling brown eyes from the note and smiles mischievously.

“Uncle Jack, were you and Mom lovers?” she asks, not quite believing that her straight-laced Mother might have fucking her older brother.

Deciding to bite the bullet, I kneel in front of my niece. Not wanting to spook her, I reach out and gently stroke her left arm, “Yes, princess. Your Mom started coming to my bed when she was twelve, and I was fifteen. We were always close, even as children. Bathing together, and even sleeping together, until our parents insisted that Clare should sleep alone. Clare cried herself to sleep for weeks before she finally accepted the new arrangement.

 

My mind flashes back, the memory so vivid it's like I'm there again. The sound of my parents leaving for a New Year's Eve party, the click of the front lock. I was fifteen, a bundle of raging hormones and confusion. Clare was twelve, all coltish limbs and a sudden, dangerous curiosity.

 

She cornered me in the living room. “Jack,” she'd said, her voice a determined whisper. “We're not supposed to be apart.”

 

“What are you talking about?” I'd mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at the way her nightgown clung to her newly developing chest.

 

“I'm not going on the pill,” she stated, as if that explained everything. “And Mom said I better not get pregnant. So... we can't do that.” She took a shaky breath. “But we can do the other thing, just fine!”

 

“The other thing?” I was an idiot. A brainless, clueless, horny idiot.

 

She rolled her blue eyes at me, frustrated with my lack of enthusiasm. “Butt sex, you moron. I read about it in one of Mom's books. It doesn't count if it's not your... You know, kitten. She gestured vaguely at her crotch. “I already cleaned myself out with Mom's douche bag.”

 

And then she was gone, disappearing into the bathroom. I just stood there, my eight-inch cock instantly hard, my brain short-circuiting. When she came back out, she was naked. Not seductively naked, just... awkwardly, bravely naked. Her small A-cup tits were pale, her hips still had the soft curve of a girl, not the roundness of a mature woman. She walked right up to me, her chin held high.

 

“Well?” she'd challenged. “Are you just going to stand there like a total idiot, or are you going to fuck my ass?” That was all it took.

 

Why bother with discussion? It's obvious Clare wants to do this, so I just grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. I spit on my hand, smeared it on my cock, and on her tight, puckered butt hole. She whimpered when I pressed the head of my cock against her opening.

 

“Wait, Jack! It hurts “

 

But that's not what I had in mind. I was a fifteen-year-old animal. I shoved my hips forward, sinking my eight-inch cock into my twelve-year-old sister's virgin ass in one brutal stroke.

 

She screamed. It wasn't a scream of pleasure. It was a high, pained shriek that I muffled with a couch cushion. Her whole body went rigid, before she tried to fight me off, but I was bigger and stronger. I held her down, with my weight pinning her to the couch. I started to move inside her. Ignoring her pain-filled cries, my only thoughts were of the unbelievable, vise-like grip her ass had on my dick.

 

After a few minutes of her pained sobs, something changed. Her sobs turned to grunts. Then, a low moan. She started pushing back against me, meeting my awkward, frantic thrusts. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it clumsily. Listening to her increasingly heated outbursts, I quickly figured out what she liked. That's when she really started screaming.

 

“JACK! OH GOD, JACK! YES! FUCK MY ASS! HARDER! YOU FUCKING BASTARD, DON'T YOU STOP!”

 

Her words were filthy, things I'd never heard her say. Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train, a violent, shuddering thing that had her clawing at the couch cushions and screaming my name. The feeling of her ass clamping down on me sent me over the edge, and I began to flood her colon with my watery teenage cum.

 

I pulled out, and she collapsed in a sobbing, messy heap. I looked down at my cock, then at her red, gaping asshole. A trickle of my seed is already leaking out. A wave of shame and pride washed over me. I had ruined her. I had made her mine. Ten minutes later, she was on my knees begging me to do it again. I did. Two more times that night.

 

We didn't stop having consensual sex until the day she married your father. Since then, we haven't been together. Clare loves your father very much, and would never intentionally hurt him.” I explain, shaking my head in disbelief that I've confessed my deepest darkest secret to an eleven-year-old.

Holding my breath, I wait for Brya's next move with the ball definitely in her court.

Still holding Clare's note, Brya walks up to me as I kneel in front of her. Wrapping her thin little arms around my neck, she presses herself into me. Unable to resist her any longer, I gathered her into my arms. The instant our lips meet, Brya's small, nimble tongue darts into my mouth. Looking for mine, she groans in frustration, unable to find it. Launching a surprise attack, I momentarily pin Brya's tongue to the side of my mouth. Slithering away, the game is on. Slipping and sliding our tongues play a new game... a lovers' game. Not really wanting to stop, I break our heated kiss. Smiling, I hold my lovable niece firmly in my arms.

I smile at the minx in my arms, asking, “So Brya... are you going to unbutton those last two buttons or not?”

Smiling seductively, Brya replies to my question with one of her own, “Uncle Jack, is that hard dick inside your blue jeans for me?”

No longer shocked by Brya's understanding of adult things, I reply happily, “Yes, Princess, but with some limitations! I decide what we can and can not do. And especially when we do it. You read your mother's note, especially the part to 'Be careful and don't hurt her or I'll cut your balls off the next time I see you!' Well, I like my balls, so what I say goes... okay?”

Deciding not to push this one, “Okay, Uncle Jack, are you going to fuck my ass three times today like you did Mom?” she teases playfully, smiling at my discomfort.

Smiling at her comical suggestion, “No, princess, I'm not going to fuck your ass three times today, or anytime in the future. You are not your mother, and I'm not a fifteen-year-old kid! We were young, horny, and stupid. Also, while you're here, you can use your 'unladylike' vocabulary as you like. But I wouldn't recommend using it around your mother or father. No doubt you would be grounded for two weeks the next time. What we do here stays here. You can talk with your mother, but no one else, and especially not your friends at school. No pictures, Snapchat, or texts, leave this condo. Remember our agreement! There are no more freebies.”

Smiling at last, Brya quickly unfastens the two remaining buttons on her blouse. Rolling her narrow shoulders, she makes quite an exhibition of coaxing the thin cotton material off... Stepping a bit closer, she lets the loose blouse drop behind her. She quickly decides I need to help her remove the last of her clothing.

She quickly turns and lifts her thick brown hair out of the way, “Uncle Jack, will you unfasten the clip on my bra, please?” she asks alluringly.

I'm all thumbs, and my hands are shaking badly as I reach up to unfasten the double hook and eye clip. The thin back support strap falls to either side. Brya, enjoying herself, keeps her back turned to me while she removes the bra. Lifting her right arm in front of her, she lays it horizontally across her two small, perky tits. Turning around, she plays the age-old bashful game with me.

She twists from side to side lets me gaze with longing at the smooth, pale skin covering her upper torso. Then, for the briefest of seconds, she switches arms, letting me have a tantalizing glimpse of her extra small 'A' size tits. The small puffy cones of flesh are topped by a couple of rubbery hard nipples and a bright coral pink Areola.

She saunters in close, pivots about doing a cute, perfectly executed pirouette, before presenting her backside to me. Giving her ass a lewd wiggle...

“My skirt, please, Uncle Jack!” she tells me happily, looking over her shoulder.

The zipper is on the side of her school skirt. A few seconds later, my clumsy fingers have it down, and the garment slips off her bony hips to fall to the floor encircling her ankles. Standing there naked, she kicks the skirt from around her ankles. Slipping her black loafers off, Brya looks quite tempting in her black knee-high socks.

Bending over for my benefit, she removes one sock and then the other. The red jeweled butt plug flange, twinkling enticingly, is still wedged deep in the crack of her shapely ass. The tight slit of her sex is starting to glisten, as a single bead of her sweet-smelling arousal weeps from deep within.

She stands with a smooth, sensual movement, turning on the ball of one foot to face me once more. She doesn't raise her arm again to cover her tiny tits. Instead, she lets me gaze with growing longing at the preteen beauty before me. She is offering what every man desires: a consenting lover willing to share her womanly charms with a man of her choosing.

Seeing neither acceptance nor reluctance in my eyes, Brya takes matters into her own hands and slowly saunters towards me. Retreating before her inescapable advance, I run out of room, with my back against the door.

She stops a few feet in front of me, “Uncle Jack... don't you want this?” she asks, her hands sweeping the perfection of her nakedness from head to toe.

“You read Mama's note. I'm offering you my 'gifts'. Won't you take what is freely given! I've made my choice now... not tomorrow, or in the years to come, now!” she tells me hoarsely, her growing passions burning away any remaining inhibitions.

Without even a hug or a kiss, Brya starts in on the belt holding up my blue jeans. Her smaller fingers are having a tough go of it; she's obviously not familiar with unfastening a man's pants.

So reaching down, I lay my hand gently on hers, “There's no rush, Princess! Let me help, okay...” I suggest taking my hand away.

Brya brings her arms up to hug me around the waist, “Sorry, Uncle Jack. This is just so exciting, that's all!” she mumbles into my t-shirt cover chest.

Even through all my clothes, the heated warmth of Brya's naked body is alluringly wonderful. I reluctantly let go of her. Stepping back, Brya watches as I unfasten my belt and the top button on my blue jeans, before pointing to my zipper.

Smiling broadly, she gets down on her knees, lifts her hand, and finds the brass tab of my zipper. A soft metallic hiss later, and my zipper is down. Brya quickly spreads the front of my jeans, exposing my boxer shorts beneath. There, just behind a thin veil of cotton material, is the long, cylindrical shape of my hard cock.

Gazing upward with an expectant smile, she reaches out her small hand. Palming the torrid length inside my underwear. She cups the thickness, enjoying the heated touch of my hard-on. My cock, giving an expectant lurch of its own, doesn't surprise her this time.

Her hand gives me a quick squeeze, “Ooooh my!” she squeals with glee, “I like it when he does that, Uncle Jack,” she tells me, never taking her eyes off the cotton-covered bulge.

Smiling at her, “Yes, Pumpkin! He likes it when a beautiful young woman gives him a playful squeeze.” I groan deeply as her hand fondles my cock again.

She delights in her new sexual freedom with Uncle Jack, and begins to examine the shape and size of my dick through my underwear. Laughing to myself, I love the gentle feel of her inexperienced touch. Mesmerized, she hasn't even thought to pull down my undies or fish my cock through my fly.

But more importantly... I need to get her to the bathroom. I need to get her ass cleaned out if I'm going to butt fuck this radiant little hottie. So, how do I do this, and still let her have her way with my cock?

My mental musing is suddenly interrupted by a sudden intense pressure on my left nut sack.

 

Yelping painfully, I gaze questioningly down at the minx holding my left ball. Brya thankfully lets go. Snickering at my discomfort, she slides her thumbs under the waistbands of my boxers and works them along with my jeans down my slim hips. Being the persistent little thing, Brya doesn't stop until both are around my ankles. I lift one foot and then the other as she removes my clothes.

Happy that I'm nude from the waist down, she works her way up my lean, muscular legs; her finger tips lazily touching and feeling their way along the warm skin. She's looking up at me... watching the heated emotions playing out on my face... lust, longing, anticipation... All that growing into a burning passion and into an intense, unstoppable need to fuck my beautiful niece.

Kneeling before me, my buttocks firmly pressed against my front door, an undaunted Brya smiling happily, tentatively wraps her small hand around the girth of rock-hard man flesh.

Her hand moving along the soft, heated flesh, Brya purrs, “Oh, WOW! I love how it's so warm and wonderfully soft.”

Having jacked me off, Brya uses her small hand to move the loose skin up and down the hard shaft beneath. She seems particularly fond of watching the head disappear in its thin sheath of ultra-soft skin, only to reappear when her hand nears the base.

Moaning with erotic pleasure, I'm having trouble standing as I watch my niece fondle my hard cock. My knees locked, I'm mesmerized by Brya's small hand slowly working me towards a very pleasant early afternoon climax.

“Ooooh, shit, Baby. If you keep giving me a hand job, I'm going to cum soon!” I groan heatedly.

“Ummmh, good! I must be doing it right. Let's see if we can get you 'off' before you fuck my ass!” cooing happily, she continues, “I want a nice long butt fuck for my first time!”

Instead of continuing to stroke my dick, she pauses to bring her mouth closer to my throbbing cock. Brya opens her mouth and, without hesitation, guides the head toward her parted lips.

While I have a decent-sized dick, it's not a monster by any means, but to an eleven-year-old girl, I'm huge. Brya decides to check out the head of my dick before sticking it into her mouth. Leaning forward, her warm, soft lips tentatively kiss the spongy tip of my cock. The shock of her erotic touch causes my prostate to spasm unexpectedly, and nearly blow my load right then and there. A lifetime of moderate control, and my prepubescent niece has me ready to cover her face in hot sticky cum in a premature ejaculation.

I take a deep breath, but only regain partial control, and not ruin my niece's energetic blow job. Brya is trying so hard to make sure she's pleasuring her favorite Uncle. Relaxing and slowing my breathing, I finally get back to enjoying Brya. She is absolutely magnificent. While very inexperienced, she's a very eager and willing lover.

Not realizing how close I was to a climax, Brya is totally fixated by the head of my dick, sticking her small tongue out, she probes the soft fleshy tip. Using the pointed end, she probes the small piss slit in the very end. Sucking on the spongy tip, Brya is rewarded with a small dribble of pre-cum.

She smacks her lips, enjoying the tasty sample, as Brya looks up and makes eye contact. With a satisfied smile adorning her beautiful face, she asks, “Uncle Jack, you taste awfully good. That wasn't cum was it?” she complains at my pathetic output.

Moaning pleasurably, I nearly unload my ball again, “No, Brya, that's not cum, or seminal fluid. That was a small amount of pre-cum,” I croak out between pleasurable moans.

Not looking up, “Oh, oooh... I read all about that. That's for getting the girl's vaginal canal lubricated for intercourse... right?” she asks nonchalantly.

Shivering from another pleasurable lick and sucking kiss, “Yes, Princess! That's correct.” I answer, leaning back heavily on the door.

All I need to do is rock forward and slide my dick into Brya's mouth. I would love to facefuck the shit out of her, but not this time. I need to let her take her time and explore a bit. Not hurt her, the first time she has a dick in one of her body openings.

Brya, giggling with glee, sucks another good slurp of pre-cum from the end of my dick. “No problem, Uncle Jack, you don't need any pre-cum. My pussy is so wet you could slide into me without any problems,” she tells me confidently.

Smiling happily with her success, she begins to lick around the purplish-colored glans. The touch of her small, smooth tongue is sending thousands of goose bumps up and down my spine. Just when I think it can't get any better, Brya opens her lips wide and takes the large head between the silky warmth of her widely stretched lips.

As the head of my cock slides into the warm, moist confines of her small mouth. Those sweet lips close around my thick shaft. I'm caught off guard for a second time when my overstimulated cock gives one massive twitching lurch, and I begin to drain my balls into the mouth of my unsuspecting niece.

I'm unable to stop this time, so pushing deeper into Brya's mouth. I quickly reach down to hold the back of her head...

“Oh, fuck Baby, I'm cumming! Aaaah, ooooh, shit!” I warn Brya too late, as the first massive load cum rushes down eight-inches of rock-hard cock.

Gagging around a mouthful of tube steak, my inexperienced niece panics as the first thick load of semen spews from the end of my dick. Choking on the semen, she finally manages to swallow most of the first load. With no time to recover, I pump the second load into her mouth mid-swallow. Her mouth stuffed with about three inches of cock and nowhere to go, the pressurized cum quickly fills the remaining space left of her mouth; the rest of the semen flows into Brya's nasal passages and out of her nose.

Brya does a wonderful job swallowing mouthful after mouthful, as I continue to fill her small mouth again and again. Any excess flows out of her nose to ooze slowly down around her mouth, and my cock. Choking and gagging, Brya has done her best to swallow as much sperm and seminal fluid as she can. While not much semen has escaped her tightly closed lips, there's quite a lot flowing from her nose.

As the last of my semen oozes slowly from the end of my dick into Brya's mouth, she swallows the final load. Brya smiles around my softening cock, sucks the last remnants into her mouth... a final taste of my creamy white drizzling goodness.

Once she's satisfied that my deflating cock isn't hiding any leftover cum, Brya lets my cock slide from her mouth with a sloppy plop. Licking her lips, she looks with lust-filled longing at the flaccid dick hanging wetly between my legs. Getting an evil thought, she stands up quickly and sprints into the bathroom. Her cute little ass cheeks jiggling attractively as she disappears from view.

I can hear her giggling and laughing out loud. Coming out the door, and walking toward me, “Damn Uncle Jack, that was so hot. I have your cum leaking from my nose. You really surprised me! Then you just keep coming and coming. I'm sorry some leaked out, but there was so much. That was like so much fun. When can we do that again?” she grins happily.

She pauses in thought, “Uncle Jack, how come you came so quickly? It took you a little longer yesterday. I know you said no picture, but can we send one to Mom? I know she was a little worried this morning. Please, pretty please...” Brya asks hopefully.

“It took me longer yesterday because I didn't have your hot lips wrapped so lovingly around my cock. I'm sorry, but you're so damn hot I couldn't stop myself. As for the photos... I'll take a few for your Mother.” I briefly apologize.

Finished with the finest blow job ever... I smile at Brya and walk over to the couch to get my cell phone. I'm well acquainted with her Mother. Brya is probably right. I should send Clare something. I've had a photo encryption app on our phones for years, just for something like this. Getting the phone, I open the app, and select the camera. Ready to shoot, “Okay, Baby, what do you want in these photos? How about my dick, just in your mouth, shaft in hand, and the rest of your face covered in cum. She'll get a kick out of all the sperm leaking out of your nose!” I suggest tentatively.

Smiling evilly, Brya kneels in front of me, taking hold of my dick mid shaft. Her delight sequels signifying the rapid growth of my cock. Fully hard again, Brya guides the head towards her open mouth. Leaning her head back, I focus on her holding my dick and her sperm-covered face. The sperm and seminal fluid flowing from her nose are definitely a money shot. I quickly click a few photos from slightly different angles. I give her a thumbs up that I'm finished with the photos.

Not wanting to waste a perfectly good hard-on, Brya quickly pulls me into her mouth. Smiling around a mouth full of cock, she wants me to take a few more shots with my dick inside. Gagging and sputtering around my cock, Brya forces my hard dick deeper into her mouth. I'm now lodged in the back of her throat, as deep as I can go without her learning deep-throating techniques. She gives me a slight head nod, and I quickly take a few more photos for her Mom.

As soon as I finish, my horny niece starts on her first shallow mouth blow job. Letting her suck away for a few minutes, I take solace in the fact that I won't blow another wad any time soon. She's settled into a good cock sucking tempo, energetically stroking my dick in sync with her head bobs. The growing tingle in my loins is telling me she's getting the job done, but I don't plan to unload in her mouth. At least not right away. She has other virginal openings I want to fill with my hot, creamy white cum.

I reach down, taking Brya by the hair, and pull her mouth off my dick. Groaning in protest, she lowers her head, trying to continue her blow job, but I'm holding her by the hair. She struggles for a few seconds before looking up at me, frowning menacingly. “Dammit, Uncle Jack, I was just getting the hang of that. Why did you stop me? Weren't you enjoying yourself?” she complains, letting out a grumpy whimper.

Smiling at Brya, “You need to slow down. I'm not going anywhere; we still have a few hours to mess around. I thought you wanted me to butt fuck your ass?” I suggest watching her wanton reaction.

“Really... Uncle Jack?” she asks with uncertainty. I quickly released her hair, letting Brya stand slowly. She flows into my arms, her diminutive form molds itself to mine. She smells enticingly of little girl arousal. Her warm, soft, perfectly shaped body is heaven to the touch, and she's mine for as long as she'll have me. I'm no longer just good old Uncle Jack, babysitter extraordinaire... I'm now ruggedly handsome Uncle Jack, her new lover. Out with the old, and in with the new. The change in our relationship has added a new complication to both our lives.

I've known Brya every single second of her young life, from the very second she left her mother's body, to this very second. I've fed her, changed her diaper, wiped her butt, cleaned and bathed her, changed her clothes, and touched her in a thousand different ways, but yesterday all that changed for the better. Now touching her means something totally different... new and exciting.

 

 

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[Brya's Reflections of Uncle Jack]

 

I've always loved my Uncle Jackie. He's been my constant, my protector, the one person who understood me. In a thousand ways, he's always been there for me, but yesterday, that all changed. He was elevated from a beloved uncle to something more. Now, his touch is an electric current, and every point of contact is a new and thrilling discovery.

 

He's a paradox of masculine power. His body is a landscape of firm muscle under rough, hairy skin, a testament to his strength. Yet, the true focal point is the magnificent appendage that hangs between his legs. It's a beautifully engineered instrument of pleasure, designed for the singular purpose of delivering his potent seed into a waiting womb. The thought of him filling my preteen womb with his sperm, of us creating a life together, is the most profound and intoxicating concept I have ever imagined.

 

He is mine. He has always been mine in my heart, but now, he will be mine in body as well. One day, I will carry his child, and our bond will be unbreakable. He just doesn't know it yet.

 

[End Brya's Reflections]

 

 

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We are so mismatched in size that I kneel in front of her. I've only had a short time to enjoy my new lover's touch, and I don't want to waste another second. I lower my lips to hers. Brya is waiting this time, as our lips touch, her tongue shoots into my mouth, ready for our lovers' dance... tongue to tongue we enjoy the other.

Her tiny arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I reached behind her and grabbed a cute buttock in each hand. Other than a gentle caress and the occasional kiss, this is the first time I've groped her butt. As I knead the soft, pliant flesh, I feel the stainless steel flange of Brya's ruby-red butt plug. I forgot all about my brief glimpse between Brya's legs at school. She breaks our heated kiss, shuddering pleasurably and squealing with delight as she leans back. There, springing into view, is her developing chest in all its preteen glory. I'm treated to a nice close-up gander of her small, budding tits. Brya's two large areolae are widely spaced on her mostly flat chest. Sitting atop the large Areola are two eraser-sizeed, rock-hard nipples.

As she squirms and giggles in my arms, she notices me ogling her small tits. Smiling brightly, “So, Uncle Jack, how do you like my small titties? You can touch them if you want!” she breathes heavily. Not wanting to disappoint her, I lean forward and, without hesitation, take her tiny, developing left breast into my mouth. Brya's small body quakes pleasurably, as I start to suckle on the small cone of ultra soft flesh. Grumbling to myself, I don't have time to do justice to such a fine young tit. I want to fuck this fine young filly, so I stop sucking and releasing her. I finish my preteen tit abuse with a quick, painful nibble of her hard nipple.

“Ouch, that hurt! Why'd you stop? That felt really good,” she says, slightly annoyed.

Standing, I guide Brya towards the master bathroom and the enema bag hanging on the back of the door. Jenna uses it when she's over to freshen up or clean out her butt. Jenna was a very accommodating girlfriend, and let me butt fuck her ass every few weeks. She didn't like it much, but let me do it just the same. I'm really going to miss her... But with my deepening relationship with Brya, Jenna will now fade away and join my other pleasant memories of those I loved once upon a time.

With Brya in tow, I get her over to the vanity to wash up. A few mumbled complaints later, I turned to get the half-gallon-rubber bag, hose, and nozzle off the back of the door. Brya looks at the enema bag with a bit of resigned disgust.

“Uncle Jack... why do I have to do that again? I already used Mom's this morning before I went to school,” she blurts out hesitantly.

“Oooh yeah! I keep forgetting about your little jeweled surprise for me at school. But if you want to have butt sex, then we need to make sure you're still clean inside.” I explain to Brya.

“Okay, Uncle Jack! What do I have to do?” she asks, looking from the enema back to me.

“Get cleaned up first, and I'll help you with the rest!” I encourage.

Remaining a bit unhappy, Brya washes her face and, using some TP, blows her nose. Most of the larger clumps of cum fly out of Brya's nose and into the TP. Cum is a snot-like viscous material that loves to cling to the inside of moist, tight passageways like the inside of a womb, or in this case, the nasal passages of a under-aged girl with a horny uncle.

I smile at her obvious discomfort and decide that a quick check is probably all we need. Besides, I'm just as horny as Brya, and I don't want to keep her waiting. “Okay, let's do a quick check just to make sure you're ready for some anal sex with good old Uncle Jack!”

 

Brya, still not a happy camper, reaches behind her lovely butt cheeks to gradually ease the 1 ½ inch teardrop butt plug from her asshole. Setting the butt plug on the back of the toilet, I wave the enema nozzle around like a fencing foil just to irritate her. I unscrew it from the hose and just hand her the nozzle. Grabbing it out of my hand, she bends over slightly and runs the thin white plastic nozzle into her butt. Six inches deep inside her colon, Brya moves it around slightly before pulling it out.

“That was great, Sweetness! Let's have a look...” I instruct.

 

Bringing the nozzle out from behind her back, she holds it up for inspection. Both of us drop our gaze for a brief assessment. Thankfully, the white nozzle is gunk-free.

 

Lifting our eyes, we smile at each other. “Okay, I need to go collect a few things from the bedroom. I need you to put the nozzle back on the hose and hang everything back behind the door.”

 

Turning, I quickly head into my bedroom and to Jenna's 'overnighter' drawers. This is where my lovely niece found that teardrop butt plug. Moving Jenna's clothing out of the way, I uncover the rest of her butt plugs. Jenna and I used them before our infrequent anal sessions to loosen her up before I started pounding her butt. Now I'm about to use them to prep Brya for our first anal adventure. Shaking my head at the lewdness of this, I look down at the different sizes and shapes. Brya's already loose enough to take the teardrop... so I get a couple of the larger ones: a 1 ¾ inch glass tapered plug X 4 inches long, and the 2 inch glass column plug X 6 inches long. To make sure she's well lubricated, I include a partial tube of strawberry-scented KY jelly. Armed and ready for action, I close the drawer and stand up.

I move to walk back to the bathroom when I see Brya standing in the bathroom doorway. She is leaning on the door jam, her narrow hips cocked lewdly to one side. Seeing me, she raises her hand, curls her index finger, and beckons me forward again and again. Proceeding at my own risk, she smiles before darting back into the bathroom.

But before I join Brya in the bathroom, I remember another item we'll probably need. Pivoting smartly, I retrace my steps to get Jenna's ball gag. I definitely don't want my little sex kitten waking the entire building. I much prefer the relative quiet when sexually abusing my eleven-year-old niece. My hands full of sex toys, I head back to Brya. She's back in the doorway, a puzzled look on her face. Seeing me with the sex toys, Brya smiles knowingly and darts back into the bathroom. Following in her wake, I see her over by the toilet. The teardrop butt plug is gone from the back of the tank, and probably back inside her ass. Also, in front of the vanity is Bella's tooth-brushing step stool. I think Brya has chosen the bathroom for her first anal fuck.

Watching intently, she follows my slow approach to the vanity. I lay the two larger butt plugs flange down on the marbled surface. Pointing skyward, they sit there, twin columns of menacing glass. The tube of strawberry scented KY is next... But the red ball gag in my hand has her full attention.

I move toward the toilet, closing the lid before sitting down. I nonchalantly motion to Brya to join me. Ambling up, my niece straddles my bare leg, a happy smile on her face. She doesn't settle in my lap immediately, but moves in close without touching. The heat radiating from her nakedness is intensely subtle. A fiery sensation that has my cock twitching eagerly beneath her.

Enjoying herself, she wraps her tiny arms around my neck. Bringing her lips down to mine, we are soon lost in a smoldering, hot kissing tongue battle. Tongues dancing over the other... slipping and sliding, they probe and fondle one another. Our kiss comes to a slow, heated end. I think each of us needed that lust-filled moment to seal the deal. Brya sits down on the top of my thigh, begins to slide her soft, fleshy pink slit up and down my thickly muscled leg.

Holding the ball gag up by one of the black leather straps, I groan out, “Say... aaaah, for me!” I groan out as Brya wraps her hand around my cock. I take the ball gag and, prying her mouth open, lodge the bright red plastic ball in between her teeth. Brya, trustingly watches me through passion-filled eyes, as I fasten the leather strap behind her head. Leaning forward, I kiss her gently on the cheek. “Sorry, Princess, the gag is for noise control. You can scream all you want now. Okay!” I explain quickly. Unable to answer, Brya nods her head.

I reach toward the vanity and pick up the four-inch tapered butt plug. Holding it up in front of her, I let her get a good look at the long cone-shaped column of unyielding glass. Her eyes gleaming with understanding, I quickly put the plug back down until I needed it. Brya is interested in only one thing right now: her pent-up sexual frustration. Moaning happily, she looks up at me and, leaning forward, wraps her arms around me. Brya grabs hold of my t-shirt behind my back and works it upward. I duck my head, she pulls it over my head and down my arms. Once it's free of my arms, Brya smiles approvingly, dropping my shirt on the floor by the toilet. Her giggle muffled by the ball gag, Brya nestles in close against my bare chest for some skin-on-skin contact. The feel of her hard eraser-sized nipples digging into the firm flesh of my chest quickly sends wave after wave of goose pimples up and down my spine.

 

Snuggling in tight, she settles into using my thigh as her own private love toy. Her energetic humping soon has the top of my thigh shimmering with a thick coat of her vaginal secretions. The smell of her arousal is overpowering in its erotic intensity. I'm having trouble focusing on not raping my eleven-year-old niece. At least until I have better control of myself. As her muted squeaks and squeals of intensifying pleasure escape around her ball gag, I decide to put the butt plug to good use.

 

With her arms around my waist, she's enjoying humping my thigh. Reaching around behind her, I cup her buttock with my hand. I use my other hand to feel for the ruby red jewel of the teardrop plug still in her ass. It's one excited little girl who looks over her shoulder to watch me grope her small, fleshy butt. I spread her butt cheeks with one hand and with the other work the teardrop butt plug back and forth... in and back out of her tight anal opening. Finally, I pull free and drop it on top of my discarded t-shirt. Running my fingers up her shallow butt crack, I find the slight gap of her dilated asshole; liberally coated with her natural anal gel mucus. It's ready for action.

Fumbling about blindly, I locate the tapered butt plug. Sticking the butt plug in my mouth, I quickly coat it with my saliva. Using my right hand behind her back, I use the blunt end to slide down the gentle curve of her backbone. Crossing her tailbone, I slip the tip of the butt plug down into the shallow crack between the pale white moons of her round buttocks. Finding the dimple of her puckered asshole, I nuzzle the blunt end of the butt plug firmly against her anal rosebud. Pushing gently on the round glass flange and using my left hand to spread her open, the glass tip easily penetrates her. I continue to apply a gentle but firm pressure, and the butt plug slowly enters her ass.

 

Moaning painfully, I pause to let her muscles relax and dilate around the large glass intruder. As the pain from the invading glass column turns to erotic anal pleasure, Brya's humping intensifies, as her all-consuming need includes all four inches of the glass butt plug. Her eyes were tightly closed. She takes several deep breaths as she gives voice to a series of short shuddering whimpers. With her erotic need at its peak, she pushes back hard, impaling her ass on the butt plug. As the cold column of glass passes through her dilated asshole, Brya stiffens and arches, her tiny body trembling as she silently screams into the ball gag. With the butt plug buried deep in her lower colon, only the glass flange remains outside. Her tiny body continues to thrash and buck about on top of my dripping wet thigh. Slowly, her first-ever orgasm abates, leaving her weak and trembling. Spent, she slumps wearily against my chest.

 

I pull her in close, enjoying the elevated heat given off from her young body. Reaching up behind her head, I unbuckle the ball gag strap and gently remove it from her mouth. As Brya lifts her head, her lips parted, I cover her lips with mine in a heated kiss. Lifting her arms around my neck, Brya moans happily, our kiss a mingle of shared passion. Minutes pass as we enjoy each other's fiery, lust-filled kiss. Breaking our kiss, we cling to each other. Finally, I look into the bright eyes of my young lover and know that my happiness is linked to hers, now until she sets me aside.

 

Chapter 4

Summary:

“So, Uncle Jack, Are You Going to Fuck Me?” As soon as I hear that question I know we're only a seconds away from some wild preteen sex. I'm ready... she's ready... so read along and enjoy this perfect moment between these two new lovers.

So, Uncle Jack, Are You Going to Fuck Me?

Brya, smiling brightly, whispers, “Uncle Jack, that was wonderful. I still feel all tingly inside. When are you going to fuck me for real? I truly like the butt plug in my ass, but I'm betting your cock will feel abundantly better. Can I leave it there for now? It makes me want you inside me even more.” Stopping, she looks about the bathroom, her eyes resting suggestively on Bella's step stool. “So, Uncle Jack, are you going to use another limp ass excuse, or take me?!”

I roll my eyes and point to the vanity top. Standing, Brya steps over my leg. As she does, I get a good look at the oozing wet slit of her swollen, bright pink pussy. The effervescent aroma of her little girl's arousal wafts over me again, and the sweet, tangy scent is intoxicating. My hard cock throbs in front of me like a heat-seeking missile; its sole intent is to pierce the fleshy defenses of the little slut before me.

Smiling at the effect she's having on me, my little minx takes one more shot at me, “Come on, Uncle Jack, why not fuck me now. I smell good, don't I, so sweet and innocent? I'm ready, you know. All you need to do is bend me over the sink and slide your cock inside my ass. Take me, you horny old fart. You want me as much as I do you,” she taunts.

Shaking my head at my own lack of control, I stand and walk over to the vanity top for the tube of KY Jelly and the discarded ball gag. Stepping in close, I hand them to her. “Here, hold these!” I command her, none too gently. Her eyes widen noticeably as I point to the vanity top again. Staring open-mouth and a little afraid, Brya looks at my rock-hard cock bobbing threateningly between my legs. Stepping in close, she looks up, alarmed at the changes in her gentle Uncle Jack. Instead, she sees a fully aroused grown man ready to fuck her. Brya, suddenly frightened, decides she can wait until later. Darting to the side, I grab her by her long brown hair and pull her back to me. Tilting her head back, I crush her lips against her. Brya hangs there for a moment before responding to my ardent tongue probes. Relaxing, she wraps her arms around my neck, and returns my heated kiss with equal intensity. No more games...

Breaking our kiss, I release Brya's hair. Without pause, Brya hands me the ball gag and opens her mouth. I laugh out loud, kiss her cheek, and slip the ball into her gaping oral cavity. Smiling as best she can, she closes her mouth around the smooth red plastic ball and bends her head forward, allowing me to fasten the buckle. Once the gag is in place, she hands me the KY Jelly, turns around, steps up on Bella's stool, and bends over the bathroom vanity. It's the perfect height. I can mount her pristine ass with ease. Bringing her hands up, Brya grabs onto the edge of the vanity and one of the faucets to hold herself in place. Watching over her shoulder, waits for me. She is unable to move much, but still manages to wiggle her cute butt from side to side in a lewd display of her wanton need.

 

I casually step forward, resting my eight-inch boner on her exposed buttocks. Her eyes get noticeably bigger when she realizes my large cock will soon be balls deep in her ass. No ruby jeweled teardrop, or a tapered glass butt plug this time; this is the real thing... a real man-size cock. I push forward, pinning her small body against the edge of the vanity. Hearing a muffled moan of pain, I realize that there is no padding under her stomach or hips. Reaching up into the cabinet, I get out a large beach towel. Folding it into thirds, I slide my hand under her tummy, lifting her up just enough to position the towel under her. Lying her back down, I check to make sure it's fully under her belly and hips.

Getting behind her, I push forward and pin her against the vanity once more. Brya, smiling her encouragement, gives me a quick thumbs up. While she watches intently, I reach down and grasp the round glass flange of the butt plug, pulling it slowly from her ass. Moaning constantly, Brya's asshole dilates easily around the plug's max diameter. I set it down beside her hip; I take the KY Jelly and squeeze out a large dollop of the clear lubricant on my index and middle fingers. I quickly spoon the translucent pink lubricant into Brya's gaping anal opening. I repeat this process several times, making sure there's sufficient KY Jelly in and on her tight anal pucker. Picking up the butt plug, I slide it back into her asshole. Last, I squeeze out a generous dollop of lubricant into the palm of my hand and rub it along the length of my rigid shaft.

 

Finally ready, I grasp the butt plug flange and begin to work the butt plug in and out of her tight ass. I want to make sure that her ass is stretched out and ready for my large adult cock. I take my time, pumping the well-lubricated column of unyielding glass in and out of her. Brya's muffled moans and coos of pleasure are music to my ears. As I loosen her up for a man-size cock, she wiggles her ass and arches her back to maximize each enjoyable deep anal penetration. Fucking her hot little ass with a glass plug is great, but now it's time to bury my cock, balls deep in my niece.

As I pull the slick column of frosted glass from Brya's distended asshole, my perverted mind wonders just how long it will be before I have my dick and a butt plug buried inside my preteen niece at the same time. Still watching placidly through glazed eyes, my new butt slut lies quietly... her petite body trembles with erotic anticipation. Her breathing is rapid, and small rivulets of vaginal arousal are running down her legs. Fuckable Brya is ready...

Hovering behind her, I place my hands on the round curves of her small, bony hips. I keep my touch soft and gentle, trying not to frighten her. I grip her narrow waist. Brya, moaning pleasurably, tries to smile around the ball gag as she waits for me to mount her. My thighs touching hers, I savor these few fleeting moments of the warm skin-to-skin contact with her heated flesh. My thick cock rests lightly along the narrow crack between Brya's perfect ass cheeks. Using my hand, I push down on my torrid shaft, my gaze fixed on the surreal vision before me... my niece groaning with heated pleasure, saliva dripping from her lower lip, a bright red ball gag stuffing her pretty mouth, my raging boner sliding down the shallow furrow between the twin moons of fleshy perfection... aaah what a moment of fiery, erotic euphoria.

 

I rock my hips back, giving my glistening manhood room to search for her anal opening. The feel of her smooth skin sliding along the underside of my blood-engorged cock head is heavenly. Brya, twitching and moaning unhappily, wiggling her little ass from side to side, tries to find the tip of my cock. Unable to dislodge my cock from her butt crack, she starts a muffled grumbling dialogue through her ball gag. I'm pretty sure she's telling me in no uncertain terms to quit fucking around.

For my answer, I tighten my grip on her hips and lift her butt slightly. As my cock slides downward along the shallow crack, I feel the small serrated dimple of her anal pucker. Pausing, I nestle the soft tip of my large purplish cock head into the puckered orifice. Pushing forward, I give Brya her first tantalizing taste of an adult cock.

Screaming into her ball gag, Brya is not ready for the pain-filled pleasure of having an adult-size dick forced into her unyielding asshole. Taking a 1 ¾ inch butt plug is a lot different than taking the 2+ inch girth of my throbbing dick. The head of my cock eases forward, spearing Brya's serrated pucker and pushing into the anal sphincter beyond. With only the coronal ridge showing, my cock head is almost through her tight preteen asshole. My cock bowed slightly, the blue veins along my cock bulging from my persistent assault on her tightness. I press firmly but relentlessly into Brya's butt.

 

As she begins to writhe and buck about beneath me, it only heightens my raging need to fuck my niece's sweet little ass. Grasping her waist tightly, my unyielding grip keeps her in place. The pain of having my adult cock pushed into her immature ass is more than she bargained for. I need to take my time with her, so I pause, letting the head of my dick slowly exit her ass. I glance down at Brya, realizing that her breathless moans and leg tremors are not strictly pain-induced, but the unmistakable signs of pain mixed with anal pleasure.

 

Moving my hands off her slim hips, I lean forward, resting my upper torso on her prone body. The soft warmth of her body intensifies my need to fuck this brazen little minx. I gently nibble on her ear, whispering, “Get ready, little girl, this is going to hurt.” As I bit her ear playfully, I flexed my buttocks and shoved my large cock head back into her. One moment I'm outside, and the next inside her with one quick, jabbing penetration.

 

I didn't just push. I fed it to her. An inch at a time, watching her tiny asshole stretch into a thin, white ring of strained flesh. The head of my cock popped through her sphincter with an audible thump, and she let out a silent scream into the gag, her whole body locking up. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned, my voice ragged. 'There's my good girl. Taking Uncle's fat cock right up her tight little shitter.” Her muffled screams announce her second orgasm of the day. Lying on top of her, I let her thrash beneath me as I begin to shove my dick deeper into her ass. As I steadily push inch after inch of hard adult cock into her small ass, Brya's orgasm continues to pound her nervous system unabated. Finally, I feel my hairy balls contact the heated flesh of her sopping wet cunt.

Lying there on top of her, I enjoy the warm, tight glove-like confines of her large intestine. Slowly, the prolonged orgasm recedes from Brya's tormented nervous system. Spent, she lies heavily on the vanity top, her breath nothing but a series of gasping whizzes coming from around the ball gag. I lift myself up to see nothing of my dick. The only thing visible is the bush of my tangled brown pubic hair on a little girl's ass. The gentle curve of Brya's ass is hidden beneath the coarse hair sprouting from my lower abdomen.

Even as I gently pull my gleaming dick from her distended asshole, her colorectal muscles are working feverishly to force the foreign invader of 'bone-like' flesh from her colon. I pull out completely and, looking through Brya's large anal gap, see deep inside the bright pick interior of her lower colon. Her asshole is giving me a lewd winking pucker, before it begins to close tight. Rocking forward, I push my glistening glans back inside her. Her brief, painful moan is quickly followed by a louder, longer groan as I push back into her. The feeling of my dick opening the clinging wall of her rectum is so wonderfully enticing. My pleasure... her pain, my balls gently nudge her aroused pussy flesh. All of it was a most enjoyable erotic ride for us both.

Brya, now fully awake from her orgasm-induced dream, moans pathetically. Her face is lying in a pool of drool, and her eyes are unfocused. She wiggles her butt uncomfortably... my cock buried to the hilt in her anal perfection. Pulling my cock out again, I push into her in one forceful penetration. I want her to feel and learn to appreciate the fullness of my cock buried ball deep in her ass. Pushing herself up on her elbows, Brya looks back at me. Pulling out of her ass with exaggerated slowness, my young lover begins to wiggle her butt up and down, trying her best to fuck herself on the head of my cock.

 

I place my hands back on her hips, spearing her ass with another quick, forceful plunge. Brya's muffled cry of painful pleasure is all the encouragement I need to begin a nice, slow fucking motion, in and out of her cute little ass. Using her hands on the vanity edge and the faucets, Brya begins to push back to meet each long, powerful thrust. The slap of flesh on flesh soon fills the air in a union of two bodies blending together in the ageless dance of sexual satisfaction. As the sweet smell of sex and sweat mingle together, I feel a sexual blaze growing in intensity between my legs. My balls are being milked dry; in a few short minutes, they'll deliver a massive load of sperm to my prostate. Within seconds, an incestuous mix of sperm and seminal fluid will spew from the end of my cock to fill Brya's distended bowels with load after scalding load of baby-making cum.

The toe-curling enjoyment of watching my eight-inch cock sliding in and out of such a small body, again and again, is the most incredibly erotic, surreal experience I've ever had. My sexual euphoria is only heightened knowing that the rough butt fucking I'm giving my eleven-year-old niece, bringing her closer and closer to another mind-blowing orgasm. My hot little niece is one hot fuck. Each of us building toward a mutually satisfying orgasm, I continue to anally fuck Brya's pretty little ass without pause or mercy, ever increasing the rapid thrusts into her tormented flesh. I'm long past the point of caring. I want nothing more than to brutally pound the soft, pliant flesh of her ass. Her feral grunts of tortured pleasure fill my ears with the heated sounds of our lovemaking. My glistening blue-veined cock, drinks thirstily from the fleshy well of her heart-shaped ass... over and over.

 

I can feel Brya tense and squirming beneath me, as another violent orgasm assails her young nervous system. Her body is such a wonderful mix of sublime softness and firm, taut muscle. Even the way I can almost close my fingers around her tiny waist... these things were exactly as wonderful as I had imagined. What I never expected was the raw, erotic power of a child bucking and squealing in orgasmic ecstasy beneath me while I drive eight-inches of cock into her virgin ass. Brya, discovering the untapped sexual potential of her young body, screams again and again into her ball gag, her orgasmic ecstasy washing through her battered nervous system... yet again. Orgasmic spasms contorting the muscles of her legs, back, and arms. Toes splayed widely, Brya's erotic ride finally dwindles to a few quivering tremors.

I've frequently fantasied, about sex with my preteen niece, but the actual act is unlike anything I could have imagined. My long-awaited euphoric moment is finally here. Slamming into Brya's ass for the last time, I feel the massive surge of sperm hammer my prostate gland. Seconds later, the first deluge of superheated seminal fluid hurls down my urethra, spewing deep into Brya's cock-filled colon. With every massive spurt, I pull out and slam back into her, delivering load after creamy white load of cum into the dark, clasping depths of her butt.

 

Out of breath and completely spent, I fell forward, lying prostrate on top of her. Brya, pinned beneath me, lies motionless, gasping for air; her own raging orgasm has burnt itself out. I can't remember a more erotically satisfying orgasm in my entire life. I continue to trickle the last of my incestuous seed into Brya, lying beneath me. While my breathing slowly returns to normal. I can feel Brya's anal opening shrinking in diameter as my dick softens within her rectum. Still buried to the hilt, my balls continue to lie hotly against the puffy lips of Brya's tiny, aroused, oozing cunt.

Brya, stirring beneath me, grunts painfully. The ball gag... I forgot about the ball gag. I'm all thumbs as I fumble with the clip holding the gag in place. Getting it loose, I gently fish it from between her swollen lips and drop it beside the toilet, along with my t-shirt and the teardrop butt plug. Brya moans briefly, “WOW, Uncle Jack, that was something. Will you get off me, please, I need to pee really badly?”

I quickly move to raise myself off Brya. Heaving myself off her, my dick still nestled happily inside her freshly fucked ass, I back up slightly. With glistening slowness, my flaccid dick emerges from Brya's battered asshole, finally pulling free with a slight plopping noise. The head of my dick pulls with it a long, ropy tendril of cum, that slowly drops on top of Bella's booster step, to join the small puddle of Brya's sweet-smelling arousal. My dick hanging wetly between my legs, I back up, giving Brya room to stand.

Without waiting, Brya pushes herself up painfully and tries to stand. Knees buckling, I catch her and help her limp over to the pot. I quickly lift the lid so she can sit down. She spreads her legs and sits down heavily before trying to pee. Moaning painfully, she finally gets a weak stream to flow into the toilet. With tears running down her cheeks, I stand beside her... there's nothing I can do at this point. It takes a few painful minutes to finish. Handing her some folded toilet paper, she wipes herself. Smiling weakly, Brya drops the wet tissue into the commode.

 

Unable to stand, she finally lifts her arms up to me. I bend over and scoop my young lover into my arms. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me down for a quick lover's kiss. Breaking our kiss, she smiles up at me, “Thanks, Uncle Jack, that was simply amazing. That last orgasm was something special. The painful pleasure... your cock deep inside me... each of those final penetrations flooding my ass with your semen. I can't wait until you take my virginity and pump my cunt full of little baby makers. I'll bet that orgasm will be even better!” she coos happily.

Not waiting for me to reply, she asks innocently, “Soooo... Uncle Jack, when are you going to fuck me again?”

I can't quite believe her request, unable to speak for a few seconds, “I don't think I'll be fucking you for a few days. For crying out loud, Brya...! You can't even walk right now. Your Mom's going to kill me... or at the very least cut my balls off!” I explain excitedly.

Frowning mightily and pushing out her lower lip, “But Uncle Jack, you said...” she starts out forlornly.

Frowning back, “Don't but me... young lady. If you're walking normally by tomorrow, I'll be happy. Remember, you have to go to school in the morning. No more, little miss, I'm sick.” I scolded her.

 

Smiling up at me, Brya pulls me back down for another quickie kiss. Her lips reluctantly leave mine, “Okay, Uncle Jack. Whatever you say!” she acquiesces way too easily.

Without another word, I turn and take her to the shower door. Opening it, I led us into the large, glass-enclosed shower stall. Setting her feet down, I hold her tight as she wraps her arms around my waist. “Ouch, my butt hurts, and my legs are all tingly!” she complains, leaning heavily on me. Her back to the faucets, I turn on the hot water, quickly followed by the cold. Making a few adjustments, I get the temperature just right. I reach up, tilting the shower head down, so the water sprays onto Brya's head and shoulders. Cooing constantly, she relaxes her grip on my waist and, without pausing, stands on her own.

I give her a quick hug and head for the shower door, “You're not going to leave me, are you? I need someone to wash my back and do my hair. Please, Uncle Jack!” she pleads miserably, pouting her lower lip protrudes ever so slightly.

Smiling back at her, Brya rocks her hips alluringly from side to side, accentuating her request in a most womanly manner. Damn, they learn that shit early, “I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. I'm going to get the spa tub filled with water. You'll need a good soak after your shower. Then I'm going to call you Mother and see how late they're running today!” I answer Brya without looking too long at her cute little body.

Brya, smiling at my answer, turns around to rinse off. When she ducks her head under the water, I get a perfectly wonderful view of her small, round butt. Both cheeks are still red from the butt pounding I gave her. The redness will likely turn into bruises within a few hours. Damn, her Mom is going to be pissed at me. Oh, well! It won't be the first time Clare's been pissed at me. We had to cool it for a week or so when I first started fucking my younger sister. She got sore and swollen, but the worst of all was the way her entire vulva turned a hideous, bluish black from the bruising. Thank god it happened during the summer. Clare spent a lot of her time in her room... especially when Mom and Dad were home. They blew it off as normal teenage behavior. After that, we took it a bit slower, letting Clare get accustomed to our ever-increasing sexual activity.

 

Shit, I was alternating between banging my sister's cunt and ass at least seven or eight times a week, and during the summers, we were like a couple of horny rabbits. Whenever I could get it up, we were fucking. I pumped my slutty sister full cum every chance I got. Clare liked dick, and I gave her all I could. I can still hear her screaming orgasm as I fucked her senseless.

But enough reminiscing, I turned from Brya and went over to the spa tub. Opening the control cover, I set the auto water fill, and the water temp to 104 degrees. As the tub starts to fill I turn back to see Brya watching me. She has my bottle of 'Axe' body wash in her hand. I walk up to the shower door, but don't go inside. Brya hands me the body wash and turns so I can wash her back.

 

Thinking it best not to do this... I handed the bottle of soap back to her. Her deepening frown is quite comical, “Come on, Uncle Jack... I don't bite. You wash me... I wash you! It's really quite simple... please?” she coos seductively, batting her lovely brown eyes.

Not taking the bait, “No fucking way, young lady! You're on your own for now...” I tell her, trying not to give in to the preteen temptress before me.

 

I turn back to the shower, and Brya is watching me, a strange, knowing look on her face. She's no longer pouting.

 

“You're still thinking about Mom, aren't you?" she asks, her voice cutting through the sound of the spray. “About how you fucked her ass when she was twelve.”

 

I sigh, running a hand through my wet hair. “Princess, that was different. I was smaller then.”

 

“No, you weren't,” she says, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Not really. And I'm not much smaller than she was. You're just scared. But you don't have to be.” Her small hands press against my chest. “I want it, Uncle Jack. I want the pain. I want to feel you stretching me open again. It's the only thing that feels real.”

 

Before I can form a reply, she sinks to her knees in front of me. The water sprays over her back as she looks up, her expression a breathtaking mix of lust and sheer will. “Please?” she coos, her voice thick with need. “We'll use the soap. We'll go slow. I want to feel every inch of you pushing back inside me. I want to earn it.”

 

My resolve evaporates. I groan, giving in completely. I grab the 'Axe' body wash and squirt a generous amount onto my cock. Then another onto her bruised-looking asshole. I work the thick lather in, my finger probing her sore, swollen entrance. She winces and lets out a sharp little squeak of discomfort.

 

”Ah... It's still so tender...” she whispers.

 

“We can stop, Princess,” I say, my voice thick with concern.

 

“No!” she says, her voice firm. “Don't you dare. Do it.”

 

I press the head of my cock against her bruised pucker. The entry is excruciatingly slow. A battle of inches. I watch her face as I sink the first two inches in. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain and effort. A single tear mixes with the shower water, tracing a path down her cheek. I hold still, letting her adjust, my thumb finding her tiny clit and beginning to rub slow, firm circles.

 

The combination is overwhelming. The sharp, deep ache in her ass from being stretched again, mixed with the expert pleasure on her clit, sends her over the edge. It's not a scream; it's a choked, sobbing moan.

 

“Oh... oh god... Uncle Jack... it hurts so good...” Her whole body shudders, and her pussy clenches rhythmically as the first orgasm crashes through her, a wave of pain and pleasure so intense it almost breaks her. As she comes down, panting and trembling, I lift her. She's impaled on the first few inches of my cock. I carry her dripping to the now full spa tub.

 

I step in and sit down, bringing her with me. The 104-degree water envelops us both. She sighs in profound relief as the heat soothes her bruised flesh. She's in my lap, facing away from me, my cock still nestled just inside her ass. This is the moment for tenderness. I kiss her neck, her shoulders.

 

“You okay, my love?” I murmur into her ear.

 

“Mmmmhumm,” she moans, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “Don't stop. Please... fill me up.”

 

I hold her hips and pull her down slowly, inch by inch. The hot water and the slick soap make it easier this time. He takes my full eight-inch cock, her body accepting mine. This isn't a frantic fuck. It's a deep grinding possession. I rock my hips up, pushing into her over and over. My hands roam the perfection of her body, cupping her small tits, pulling her tight against my chest. The focus is on the feeling of fullness, the deep, intense pressure. My cock is a hot, thick presence buried in her core.

 

Her second orgasm builds slowly. It starts as a deep warmth in her belly. I reach down again and start rubbing her clit in time with my deep, upwards thrusts. The stimulation is relentless. She starts to whimper, then whine, then babble.

 

“Oh... oh... something's... it's... it's bigger... FUCK! UNCLE JACK!”

 

Her second orgasm is a total mind-fuck. It's not sharp and painful like the first; it's a deep, rolling, convulsive wave of ecstasy that obliterates everything. Her entire body seized up. Her asshole clamps down on my cock like a vise, and she lets out a long, guttural moan that's pure unadulterated pleasure.

 

The feeling is too much. Her tight, convulsing ass milks the cum right out of my balls. With a loud groan of my own, I bury myself as deep as I can and flood her insides for a second time. I can feel my own release pulse out of me, hot and thick, mixing with the hot water as she collapses, completely limp and spent in my arms.

 

I hold her in the water, my softening cock still buried deep inside her ass. I kiss her temple. “See, Princess? I told you I'd take care of you.” She just mumbles incoherently, a completely fucked-out, well-loved little girl. We stay like that for a long time, until I notice her skin is turning a bright, lobster red. I chuckle softly.

 

“Okay, my little lobster. Time for a ten-minute cool down. Five in, ten out.” I help my lobster-red niece out of the hot tub. She looks down and frowns. “Just look at me, Uncle Jack. Half of me is red, the other half is white as now. How the hell can we go to lunch or do anything else when I look like this!” she asks, more than a bit miffed.

 

“Sorry, Princess! The redness will go away after a few minutes. The hot water makes your blood come to the surface of your skin. That's why it helps with bruises,” I inform her.

Walking a bit stiffly, Brya moseys over to the vanity to dry and finish combing out her hair. Glancing over her shoulder, she held out her hand for the hairbrush. Finished with the hair, I get her a scrunchy and chase her back into the spa tub for another hot water soak. Letting her settle in, I tell her, “I'll be right back, sweetie,” and head for the door.

Walking into my bedroom, I put on some white jockey briefs, a gray t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. Heading back to the bathroom, I get a simply adorable frown from Brya. My cock is equally unhappy with me, as my steel-like erection throbs painfully inside the tight confines of my white underwear. Still frowning, Brya gets out of the hot tub and heads towards me, dripping wet.

 

Holding out my arms, she stops a few feet away, looking like I just shot her favorite dog.
Holding a finger up, I scold playfully. “No hugs until you dry off.”

Stomping a little foot, Brya pirouettes on her right foot and sulks off to grab a towel. Bending over painfully, she gives me an unobstructed view of the bruises beginning to darken the flesh around her asshole. Just to make things worse, her Labia Majora are swollen and turning a dingy jaundice yellow. Great... her mom is going to kill me for sure.

 

Coming back to reality, I feel two skinny little arms wrap themselves around my waist as Brya hugs me close. I quickly kneel in front of her, and a second later, take her towel-covered body into my arms. Brya, squealing with delight, is soon lip to lip and tongue to tongue with me. Enjoying a lengthy and energetic kiss, I let her have her way. Finally coming up for air, I ask her quietly, “Brya, sweetie! I need to go talk with your Mother, and you need to get back into the hot tub. Only two more cycles, and we can head out for a late lunch and maybe some ice cream before Bella gets here!”

Looking a little forlornly, she turns back towards the bathroom, but before she can get away, I give her a little smack on the butt.

“Ouch! That hurt,” she yelps, “What was that for?” she continues glaring back at me.

“Oooh, sorry! I couldn't help myself. I just like smacking your cute preteen butt!” I inform Brya, smiling with mischievous intent.

Her smile returns to its usual brightness. Brya continues on to the bathroom and the hot tub. I look at my watch, marking the time. Going into my bedroom, I collect my laptop and walk back into the kitchen. Sitting down at the kitchen table, I open my laptop and log in. It only takes me a few seconds to find Clare's and Bryan's surgical schedule. Clare is finished for the day, having canceled a procedure, but Bryan is buried and won't be getting home til late. This is actually what I was hoping for... I need Brya at home resting, not here trying to frolic with her horny uncle. Neither Brya nor Bella will be happy with a short afternoon with Uncle Jack.

 

I quickly log off and go get Brya some ibuprofen. She's going to be sore for a few days. Luckily, her mom is quite familiar with this condition and will know what to do. Damn, I should have waited until a weekend when she would be staying the night. I take out my phone, pull up Clare's contact information, and using our encryption app, I quickly type the following text:

 

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Brya has decided to give me her gift. I would like her to sleep over next Saturday. Dinner, Ballet and a fun-filled 'overnighter' with her horny Uncle Jack.

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In few minutes, I got the following text through our encrypted photo/text app:

 

 

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Nice photos of my daughter, you horny bastard. Did you give her any warning at all before you unloaded in her mouth? Notwithstanding, she does seem to be having fun with her lecherous Uncle Jack. I knew this was coming, so I already cleared this with her father. However, Bella is not too happy with her Uncle Jack. She is going to need some extended time alone with her Uncle Jack. Oooh, Jack, make sure you watch Bella carefully. She's been sneaking into our bedroom on sex night to watch us.

 

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Great! Brya is going to be so pissed when Bella comes over without her. I'm about to call out for Brya to get out of the tub when I feel two soaking wet little arms encircle my neck from behind. Sure enough, dripping all over my kitchen floor stands a very naked Brya. Pushing back my chair, I don't even try to get away. Accepting my defeat, a laughing and giggling Brya slowly saunters around to straddle my lap. With a wet leg on either side of my thigh, Brya snuggles in for a 'get Uncle Jack wet' hug. Unable to resist the quickly drying minx in my lap, I wait patiently for her next move.

 

Much to my surprise, Brya stands slowly, and taking my chin in her small hands, gives me a quickie peck on the lips. With hips swaying seductively from side to side, Brya heads for her bedroom. She's sooooo... walking better. Just look at that ass. Unable to resist her little girl charms, my cock is trying to rip its way out of my shorts again. Thank the gods she'll put some clothes on soon. I quickly get up and move myself, along with the computer, around to the other side of the table, so I can watch for Brya's next ambush.

 

Within minutes, Brya reappears holding an armful of clothing. Blowing me a kiss, she heads back into the bathroom for her last soaking. Shutting the door, I'm left outside waiting on my niece to finish up, her last hot water butt soaking before getting dressed for lunch. About fifteen minutes later, she walks out of the bathroom fully dressed in a lovely blue and yellow sundress, complete with open-toe sandals. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she looks absolutely gorgeous, but even more important, is her bright smile, just for me. By now, my hard-on has shrunk to nothing, and while my clothes are not quite dry, they'll be fine.

I decided to get the 'rat killing' out now rather than after lunch, “Brya... Sweetness! Your mom will be here to pick you and Bella up early today.” I hesitated briefly, “Sorry, but we'll only have time for lunch and the ice cream...”

Brya levels a look of pure malice on me, “What the fuck... over! Shit, this is Tuesday. They're never on time on Tuesday!” She stops abruptly, realizing she's just 'F' bombed Uncle Jack. I smile at her verbal screw up, “I'm sorry, Brya... but it wouldn't matter anyway with Bella here! I don't think we need to encourage Bella any more than she already is...”

Brya calmed down, “Sorry, Uncle Jack... I just want some more alone time. Even with Bella here, I could always sit in your lap,” she complains angrily.

"Yes, my love, no more intimate stuff until tomorrow!” I tell her, before walking over to the call button to order us an 'Uber'.

Lunch and a double scoop of ice cream later, we get back to my condo right before Bella's bus pulls up to drop her off. The call from Fred is not unexpected, but it only gives us a few brief moments to say our private good-byes. We both head down to collect Bella... Of course, I have a pint of her favorite 'Chocolate Chip' ice cream to ease the pain of a short Tuesday with Uncle Jack.

Bella, like Brya, is talking with Fred in the lobby. Her willowy eight-year-old frame is quite a bit different from Brya's perfectly proportioned young lady's roundness. Brya, doing her best to be nonchalant about her slightly bow-legged gait, walks up to give Bella a hug. Squeezing her big sister, Bella gets a tantalizing sniff of Uncle Jack's body wash, “You smell just like Uncle Jack... Did you take a shower or something?” she asks, smiling thoughtfully.

“Yes... Bella, I took a shower after school, and I used Uncle Jack's 'Axe' body wash! That's all there was...” she concludes hotly.

Bella, thinking of a witty reply, suddenly sees the container of 'Chocolate Chip' I'm holding. Forgetting about Brya... she rushes over to claim her ice cream and a spoon. Giving me a big hug, we walk towards the elevator. Bella, prying off the lid, digs into her ice cream. Brya and I hold hands and watch Bella with growing amusement. She is quite the happy eight-year-old.

 

Once inside the condo, she finishes her ice cream and heads over to watch some TV. Unlike Brya... Bella always has her homework done before coming over to be with Uncle Jack. The next two hours with the girls pass is a whirlwind of our usual activities... watching TV, chatting about school, who their favorite teacher is at the moment, and all things little girl. Brya is letting Bella have the lion's share of my time until their mother picks them up at 6 pm.

All too soon, the call button goes off, announcing that Clare is downstairs with Fred. I ease from under the girls and walk over to answer the call. “Yes, Fred?” I ask quickly.

“Hi, Mr. Reynolds... Mrs. White is here to collect the young ladies!” he responds crisply.

“Thanks, Fred. Tell her, we'll be right down!” I answer.

Turning, the girls are already packing their things. With their usual efficiency, we're out the door and in the elevator in a few minutes. A girl on either hand, we walk out together, one happy family. Clare is talking with Fred, but stops when she sees Brya's ungainly waddle. Kneeling beside Fred, Clare holds out her arms for the girls. Laughing and giggling, they race towards their mom. Hugs and kisses all around, she slowly stands to give me a menacing frown. Expecting nothing less, I just smile at her. What else can I do... I've already fucked Brya's ass, and she knows it. Shit, she gave Brya permission. Did she really think I would refuse the finest piece of preteen ass I've ever seen?

Our good-byes are relatively short, but do include a happy Fred. Clare needs to get the girls home and fed. This is our normal Tuesday routine... all except for the hot preteen sex earlier in the day with Brya. I know my sister, and she will be all over Brya for a full download on today's preteen sexual abuse. It will be good to keep her mom in the loop. Especially since she has already experienced the pain and soreness of having underage sex with an older man.

Finishing up, we all head out the door to Clare's SUV. A few more hugs and kisses, and the girls are buckled in and ready for the ride home. Before I can shut the door, Brya motions for me to bend down. “Thanks, Uncle Jack, that was great! I'll make sure to have all my homework done before I get here!” she emphasizes, batting her eyes, just for me.

After closing the door, I turn to get 'the look' from my sister. Her mood darkening, Walking up close, Clare asks, “How bad, asshole?”

“Bad enough...!” I croak out, getting a final blistering look from my little sister.


End “An Enjoyable Afternoon With Brya”