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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you 
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this 
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read 
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench 
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in 
which physical acts and human responses are not limited 
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and 
responses in this story may be physically impossible 
and/or physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful - 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused breasts to 
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces.  The 
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, 
morals, or unwanted pregnancies.  Guilt is a four-
letter word.  Most important of all, neither strength 
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief 
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus.  This can 
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle 
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.  

For those of you who didn't understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment 
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the 
things described in this story.  You could injure 
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her 
father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story 
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited 
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility 
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure 
that results from reading this story.  If you don't, GO 
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on 
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for 
it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy 
the story!....:) 

NightShade

*******













Nicki

By NightShade

4/7/97,  rev. 12/98

Steve put down the heavy trunk he was carrying and 
turned to watch the small figure on the path far below 
struggling with two heavy suitcases.  In the far 
distance, he could just make out his rusting Ford 
pickup parked at the end of the dusty road that wound 
up from the valley floor far below.  His cabin 
commanded a view he never tired of.  Unless, of course, 
he was carrying a fucking steamer trunk full of fucking 
rocks up the fucking mountain on the hottest fucking 
day of the fucking year.

"God Damn bitch," he muttered to himself.  "Every 
fucking year the same fucking thing."  

Why couldn't his sister just watch her own kid for the 
summer?  Just because he had a disability pension and 
didn't have to work; and just because he had a big 
place up in the mountains where the kid couldn't get 
into trouble, his sister had been unloading his niece 
on him every summer for the past 10 years.  Ever since 
Nicki had been 4 or 5 years old.  Five short years 
after the stupid bitch had given birth to an unplanned 
and unwanted child.  It still amazed Steve that those 
two self-centered brats who called themselves her 
parents had suffered through even those first five long 
summers without their precious vacations with their 
money-stuck-up-their-ass friends.  They still lamented 
that sacrifice loudly and often.

Steve glanced back down the mountain path.  He grinned, 
in spite of himself.  He really did like the kid and 
all.  He watched her struggle determinedly with those 
heavy suitcases.  He knew she wouldn't quit and that 
made him proud of her.  He had taught her that.  

He had to admit she was actually somewhat nice to have 
around after a couple of weeks.  It took about that 
long for her to get over being spoiled and to get the 
`city' out of her system.  His sister and her no-good 
husband were too busy working to pay much attention to 
Nicki.  They substituted cash and gifts for love and 
attention.  As you would expect, Nicki was spoiled 
rotten.  But she was more lonely than spoiled.  Kind of 
like he was when she left at the end of the summer.  He 
quickly shoved those painful memories out of his mind.  
They would come soon enough.  He would deal with them 
then.

He picked the heavy trunk back up and headed towards 
his cabin in the distance.  Shit, it felt like she was 
moving in for good this time.  This was by far the most 
stuff she had brought with her, and that wasn't 
counting the suitcases she was lugging.  He thought he 
remembered hearing something about more shit on the 
way, too.  UPS or something.  Fuck!  That meant even 
more fucking trips up and down the mountain.

When he reached the cabin, he put the trunk down 
heavily on the packed earth clearing that substituted 
for a front yard, turned and sat wearily on the trunk.  
He rested, wiping the sweat off with his shirtsleeve, 
waiting for his niece to make her way up the path.  He 
knew better than to help her, or to offer any 
assistance at all.  It was an understanding they had 
had from that first summer 10 years ago.  She always 
insisted on carrying her own weight.  This time, she 
almost was.  Those damn cases were heavy!

It was hot today, hot for this early in the season, hot 
for this high up the mountain.  Still, the sun felt 
good on his back as it warmed him through his shirt.  
He impulsively pulled the shirt over his head, baring 
his muscled torso to the sun's rays.  His chest 
glistened from the effort of hiking up the steep slope 
carrying the extra weight of the steamer trunk.  He 
kept in excellent shape during the spring, summer, fall 
and most of the winter by chopping firewood for the 
entire valley.  He did it for free, just for the 
exercise.  And to keep from going crazy up here by 
himself.  Only the deep snow kept him housebound.  The 
neighbors thought he was already crazy to do it fur 
nuttin', as they said, but they weren't complaining 
loud enough for him to hear, yet.

He watched his niece struggle as she lugged the cases 
up the last section of the path to where he was 
sitting.  Nicki wasn't used to the altitude or the 
exercise and it showed.  Her hair was messed up, her 
breathing ragged and she was sweating profusely.  She 
dropped the heavy cases helter-skelter next to the 
trunk and collapsed on the ground.  

"Moving in for good this time?" he asked.

"Huh?  Didn't Mom write you?  She said she sent you a 
letter.  They're going to Europe or something and will 
be gone longer this year."

"Shit!"  He meant to say it under his breath, but 
apparently, some of it slipped out.  Nicki's face 
clouded and the excited light in her eye flickered and 
dimmed.  He watched as a large tear dripped down her 
smooth cheek.  Now he knew what shit felt like.

"Oh, Nicki, Hell!  You know me.  I didn't mean that 
like it sounded.  You know it's not you, it's your Mom.  
It's just that, well, I just wish she would ask me 
first.  Just once."

"You don't want me here, do you."  It wasn't a 
question, but a statement.  Her shoes fascinated her at 
the moment.  She wanted to hear him grovel a bit.  It 
was another tradition.  She always needed him, at least 
once, to say he wanted her to be up there with him.

"Oh, shit, yes!  Of course I do.  I look forward to 
you coming every summer.  I really do.  Honest!  It's 
like you belong here, you know?  You always have a room 
up here with me.  Besides, I can imagine, it must be 
hard for you, too, getting dumped off on old Uncle 
Steve, having to come all the way up here in the woods 
every year.  It must be tough not to be with all your 
friends."

"Nah, it's OK.  No big deal.  None of them are home, 
either.  They all go to camp all summer and sleep in 
big rooms with people they hardly know, different every 
year.  At least I know where I'm going to be, have my 
own room, and who I'm going to be with."  She grinned 
up at him, and he knew he was forgiven for his 
outburst.  "Besides, you're not all that hard to live 
with, Uncle Steve."

She had been looking at his face during this last part.  
She liked his face.  It was so open and honest.  Not 
tight and closed like her father's.  <Not bad looking, 
either!>  Nicki flushed red as this thought flashed 
through her brain.  

Now that she had noticed though, she had to admit he 
was kind of good looking.  His longish blonde hair was 
lightened by long hours in the sun.  It gave him a kind 
of surfer look.  His face was, well, not handsome in a 
pretty way, but its ruggedness deeply attracted her.  

She was drawn to his strength.  She liked how his eyes 
sparkled when he looked at her.  They both had the same 
blue eyes.  So did her mom.  Icy blue, almost white.  
Against his dark cheeks, the contrast was startling.  

Her gaze drifted down to his thickly muscled chest and 
she felt a funny twinge in her tummy.  She blushed 
again.  She was really feeling weird.  It was the 
altitude, she tried to convince herself, but she knew 
better.  She had felt the same way in the airport 
looking at that football player that was waiting for 
his flight.  Her dad had introduced them and she had 
been so shy she couldn't say a word.  She had almost 
left a wet spot on the chair before they called her 
plane.  She felt the same way now. 

The muscles rippling across Uncle Steve's chest as he 
moved stirred her.  She remembered she had the same 
feelings when she had watched his tight butt as he 
walked in front of her up the path.  She hadn't needed 
to rest.  She wanted to see his tight butt!  

His bulging muscles had taken her breath away when he 
lifted the heavy trunk.  He tried to pretend it was 
nothing, but it had taken her and both her parents to 
get it into the taxi.  She felt the fluttering again, 
as she looked a little lower at his stomach.  God! A 
six-pack!  Even slouched as he was against the heavy 
trunk there was no excess.  All muscle.  All male...

Nicki felt her heart-rate pick up and another hot flash 
swept through her young body.  She leaned back on her 
elbows and closed her eyes to cover her embarrassment.  
She could still peek between the slits of her eyelids 
at her uncle.  She had never realized what a huge hunk 
of a man he was.  Maybe, maybe he could teach her about 
some of those things...?

Steve watched her looking him over.  He had been trying 
hard not to stare at her the whole way up the path to 
the house.  When they had first started up the 
mountain, he had been behind her.  He immediately 
noticed that she had developed a decidedly feminine ass 
over the past year.  He thought back to when she had 
left and he knew she had not looked then like she did 
now.  She had been a skinny kid then.  He began to have 
trouble walking as he kept staring at that enticingly 
swaying ass, and at her first rest stop, he had moved 
in front of her.  

As he looked at her now, hot and flushed from her 
exertions, he started getting hard again.  Climbing the 
steep path to the house on a hot, humid day had 
plastered her thin cotton tee shirt to her young 15-
year-old body.  And God! What a body!  

It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath that 
thin blouse.  He had done her laundry for the past 10 
years and he knew she had never worn one up till now.  
But someone should have clued her in.  With tits like 
that hanging out in the open, he was going to have a 
lot of trouble keeping his hands off her.  He shifted a 
little, relieving some of the pressure on his swelling 
cock.  Her tits were just as he liked them.  Not huge, 
but definitely out there.  High, firm mounds capped by 
the lightest pink/red centers.  Smaller than a quarter, 
with stubbornly erect nipples he could see poking up 
into the damp material of her thin shirt.  He thought 
again of how she had looked when she left last 
September.  Yep, she had been just a scrawny kid.  He 
had hardly recognized her getting off the plane.  Holy 
Shit, was she built!  

He didn't think she was aware that her unrestrained 
breasts were essentially completely exposed by the wet 
translucent material.  As he watched her slyly scoping 
out his chest, arms and abs, he saw her tiny nipples 
suddenly perk up and poke out very sexily.  What could 
she be thinking?  A dark damp spot was spreading across 
the crotch of her tight shorts, too.  It could have 
just been from sweating, but maybe...?  His cock began 
swelling even larger in his jeans, causing a lump to 
grow down his right pants leg.

Nicki caught her breath, now that she had it under 
control.  She had closed her eyes almost all the way 
shut and leaned back against the suitcase, resting.  
She could still see out of the slits in her eyes and 
had been seriously checking out her Uncle Steve.  He 
didn't look like any of the boys at General Parker 
Middle School.  There were no guys at the high school 
she was starting next year that looked like him, 
either.  They were boys.  This was a man!  Her 
heartbeat sped up, sending more strange fluttering 
feelings to her cunny.

And that thing in his pants!  God!  That couldn't be 
his `thing,' his penis, could it?  If what her 
girlfriends told her she was supposed to do with it was 
true, it was way too big.  It went all the way down his 
pants leg!  And if what she had learned in SexEd was 
true, when it got hard and stiff, when a boy got 
`excited,' he was supposed to fit his erection up 
inside her somehow.  Geez, Uncle Steve wouldn't be 
thinking about doing that to me with that, would he?  
Oh, God, would he?  Do you think, maybe, he..., we...?  
Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad summer after all.  
Maybe she..., he..., they...  But God!  It was so BIG!

She had heard one of the girls talking about putting 
her boyfriend's thing in her mouth and sucking on it.  
Most of the girls had thought that was gross, but Nicki 
wasn't sure.  She wondered how it felt.  And some of 
the other girls had called the girl a slut and a 
cocksucker for doing stuff like that.  Nicki didn't do 
anything but listen.  And think about it.  But just 
thinking about it now, putting her mouth over Uncle 
Steve's thing, well, just by thinking about it the 
tingling got stronger.  That wasn't all sweat that was 
leaking out of her cunny, either!  With a little 
shudder, more stuff leaked out, and she suddenly felt 
very self-conscious.

Blushing bright red, Nicki jumped up quickly, 
unintentionally giving her uncle a nice little bouncing 
booby show.  He enjoyed it immensely and almost 
applauded before he caught himself.  Something told him 
not to embarrass her.  She picked up her suitcases and 
headed for her room, leaving her semi-aroused uncle 
staring at her long legs and shapely ass as she walked 
by, and wondering if this summer would not be so bad 
after all.

The next few days were somewhat tense and unusually 
uncomfortable.  Both of them were trying to figure out 
if there were new rules of behavior, now that there was 
another set of raging hormones in the cabin.  There had 
never been two sexes there before.  Nicki was a late 
bloomer.  Fast, but late.  So it had never been a 
problem with them, and they had been pretty casual 
about dress and closing doors and privacy.  There had 
never been a need for privacy before.  

There were several `accidental' walk-ins when one or 
the other was in the shower or dressing.  She was 
fascinated with his schlong, hard or soft.  For two 
days, whenever they were together, it seemed to him she 
never looked at his face.  Her eyes automatically fell 
to his crotch.  He dug out all his bikini underwear for 
her benefit.  Or at least that's what he told himself.  

On her part, she was oblivious to his stares at her 
newly developed body.  She hadn't had it long enough, 
or been exposed like most of her friends to a lot of 
gawking young boys to make her sensitive to male 
attention.  She hadn't yet learned to watch where a 
man's eyes were focused.  If she had ever looked up at 
Steve's face, she might have noticed.  But all she 
noticed was that fat tube in his shorts when he got up 
in the morning and went into the bathroom.  She got a 
good look at it once when he was in the shower and she 
`had' to go pee.  It seemed to get a little bigger as 
he watched her use the toilet, but she wasn't sure as 
he politely turned his back to her.  She thought he had 
taken a longer shower than normal that morning.

Every year, the first week after she got to the cabin 
was an `off' week.  Her Uncle Steve would let her get 
used to the altitude, and no telephone, and no TV and 
no CDs and so on.  They always did the same thing on 
the same day every year for that first week.  The first 
couple of days they sat around and talked, catching up.  
This year they both did a lot of looking, as well.  
Then, to get her used to the altitude, he would take 
her on short hikes, one day to the caves down the 
mountain a ways, the next day they would hike to the 
lower lake and go swimming.  This year she had 
forgotten her swimsuit at the cabin and stripped down 
to a thin tee shirt to go in.  She really liked the way 
he looked at her and how he reacted to looking at her.  
That night she put all of her bras away for the summer.  
She decided she wouldn't be needing them.  

The next day found them at the top of the mountain 
behind the cabin and then the last day of the `off' 
week they went to the high lakes and went fishing, if 
the ice was melted.  The water there was really too 
cold to swim, but the cool air made her nipples poke 
out through her shirt.  Again, she had `forgotten' her 
sweater, and Uncle Steven had to put his arm around her 
to warm her up.  The heat his touch generated in her 
quivering young body had nothing to do with shared body 
heat.  It was more like the chemical reaction of two 
sets of raging hormones rubbing together.  Maybe 
thermonuclear would be more appropriate....

In many ways, the week had gone pretty much like 
normal, but at the end of it they were both still 
unsure of how to act around each other.  Sometime Steve 
thought she was just his little niece again, and he was 
cool with that.  But increasingly, she was acting more 
like a little sex kitten.  That drove him nuts and he 
just about got a blister on his prick jacking off at 
night.  Then there was the issue about her disappearing 
without telling him.  

Nicki kept sneaking off by herself, thinking she was 
slipping away unnoticed.  Because, to put it bluntly, 
Nicki was horny.  She was also inexperienced and na ve 
and a little bit shy about her new body and these 
strange feelings she was having.  Her mother, as usual, 
didn't have time to talk to her about the changes she 
was going through.  The changes in her daughter's body 
had happened so fast, she almost didn't recognize her 
when she had come home from work early one afternoon.  
She had stared at this strange beautiful young woman, 
and then had gone into her office, ignoring her.  Nicki 
had been hurt, but then, she had caught on at a very 
young age that she wasn't very welcome in her own home.  

So any sex education Nicki got, she got on the street.  
So many of her girlfriends had developed tits earlier 
than she had, that they had boyfriends and had started 
kissing.  Nicki had had a body like a stick next to 
theirs until just last year and the boys just hadn't 
been interested when there were girls with boobs 
available.  When she had started to blossom, hell, when 
she exploded; she had been embarrassed by the 
deformations happening to her body.  She covered up 
what was happening with the loose-fitting styles of her 
generation.  No one noticed.

She was also terribly shy about sex and boys, but 
mostly sex.  That didn't mean she wasn't curious or 
that she didn't talk to her girlfriends.  She was just 
not confident of herself, of what she had become.  And 
the urges the other girls were feeling hadn't been 
there, either.  At least, until now.  Just before she 
had left the city for the summer, her one best 
girlfriend had asked her if she had ever rubbed herself 
`down there' and Nicki, even though she hadn't, said 
she had.  But she would only admit to once so her 
friend wouldn't think she was a slut or ask her more 
about it.  But it got her thinking.

As she got used to the altitude at Uncle Steve's cabin, 
and the clean air, and the early nights - they went to 
bed when the sun went down - she finally did it, once.  
She touched herself down there with one slender finger.  
Over her panties.  She liked it a lot.  She touched 
herself just where the hair ran out.  That's where it 
felt best.  The thin cotton of her panties kept 
bunching up and getting in the way so she slipped her 
finger underneath.  It still felt good.  Better, in 
fact, than through her panties.  The tip of her middle 
finger traced up and down the firm lips of her cunny.  
It tickled a little, but she knew this was a move in 
the right direction.  

As she played with herself, her knees came up 
automatically, spreading her virgin cunt open to her 
exploring fingers.  She ran her hand up and down slow, 
then faster.  She noticed her fingers were wet and at 
first she thought it was perspiration.  But this was 
slimier, slicker.  Her breathing became shallow, and 
she could feel something happening.  She knew something 
was going to happen, she could feel it.  But she didn't 
have a clue what.

On the upstroke, a lazy finger grazed the spot right at 
the top of her slit.  She gasped at the sensations that 
slight grazing caused.  She had touched herself there 
before, yeah, but it had never felt like that.  She 
touched it lightly again, and groaned.  It seemed a 
little bigger, swollen like.  So this is what her 
girlfriend meant.  Gently she began experimenting with 
her new magic button.  Rubbing it with her fingertip 
was good, but too intense, at least for the beginning.  
Rubbing it directly felt better later, when she felt 
she was ready to explode.  What felt best right now was 
running two fingers up and down, one on each side of 
the swelling hooded button.  And then there was the 
rhythm.  Slow was good, but so was fast.  Then faster.  
Now slow for a bit.  And faster.  And ....

She was afraid she had woken up her Uncle Steve with 
her screaming, but he hadn't said anything at breakfast 
the next morning.  She hadn't meant to scream, but the 
feelings that had charged through her sweaty, heaving 
body had really surprised her.  

It may have surprised her, but it still had felt like 
nothing she had ever felt before.  It felt so good, she 
began playing with herself all the time, whenever she 
could.  She couldn't get enough of it.  She had always 
thought she might feel dirty about doing it when the 
other girls had talked about touching themselves down 
there.  All she felt was good!  It was thrilling, and 
it was naughty at the same time.  

She was rubbing herself constantly, day and night.  
During the day, she would stand at the corner of the 
kitchen table and let it poke into her crotch as she 
would rub up and down, forcing the corner against her 
sensitive swollen lips.  She would position her chair 
at an angle and she would use the table leg, sometimes 
with Uncle Steve sitting across from her!  He never 
noticed!  

When she was out in the woods, she would find a large 
fallen branch or a fallen tree and straddle it, riding 
it to a thrilling shudder.  There was one fallen tree 
in particular she liked that was just out of sight of 
the cabin.  She could really let loose there, out by 
herself.  She used the stairway banister with that 
wonderful funny knob on the end, she used the free-
standing towel rack in the bathroom, the edge of the 
bathtub, the old exercycle with the busted seat in the 
basement.  Basically, she dry humped anything she could 
find that she could get between her legs.  

Every night she used her fingers before she went to 
sleep to rub herself to a shuddering orgasm.  Or two.  
Or three.  Every night, in her dreams, she had visions 
of huge sausages, writhing tubes of meat, snake-like 
monsters all looking at her naked virgin cunny.  She 
would spread her legs wide in her dreams, inviting them 
to do something, anything.  All the monsters ever did 
was rub against her.  She would wake up in a frustrated 
sweat, somehow unfulfilled, knowing there was something 
more.  She was still a virgin, even in her dreams.

Steve, for his part, was playing it cool.  Or at least 
as cool as a pedophile could in this situation.  No one 
in his family knew, but his sudden discharge from the 
Army was not for physical reasons.  It was technically 
a medical discharge.  

He had been an exemplary soldier, not too bright but 
not stupid, on his way up to a sergeant's rank.  He was 
the top ranked driver in the motor pool at HHQ.  He had 
been discharged from the Army after banging six 12 year 
olds on a five-day field trip.  The little girls hadn't 
complained or turned him in.  Hell, it had been their 
idea to come into his room night after night after 
night.  He hadn't even suggested it.  It had been their 
fucking ugly teacher who yelled `Rape' when she was 
caught in a compromising position by one of the horny 
brats.  

He could get it up for those little girls any time they 
wanted, which, for those precocious Army Brats, was 
every time no one was watching.  But it went limp-city 
when their teacher was under him.  No matter how much 
she sucked on it, what she wore, or what she let him do 
to her, it played dead soldier.  He hadn't asked her 
into his bed, either.  Hell, all he wanted was some 
rest!

The teacher had cried rape when one of her girls came 
into his room and caught them both naked with her tied 
to the headboard and him beating the shit out of her 
tits, just for the heck of it.  He had been arrested 
and that should have been that.  Her story was so weak, 
he would probably have gotten off with a note in his 
record.  Except that during the investigation, the 
whole story came out when one of the little cunts was 
questioned.  She broke down and told the whole story, 
then pissed her pants because she was afraid of what 
her father would do.  To her, not Steve.

When the other five girls were confronted with the 
story, they confessed and told the same story, leaving 
no doubt that Steve was not the instigator.  The shit 
really hit the fan, then.  Two of the girl's fathers 
were generals, and they didn't want any publicity like 
this.  Period.  So Steve was discharged, honorably, and 
even finagled a disability pension on top of it.  The 
US Army just wanted him gone.

Even with his leanings toward young stuff, Steve had 
never noticed his niece in that way.  Hell, she was his 
niece, family, for Christ's sake.  But shit, did he 
notice her now!  Maybe it was her boiling hormones that 
let off a scent or something.  Or all that sticky stuff 
on the sheets.  He noticed her hard young woman's body 
now, that's for fuckin' sure!  He also noticed how her 
long blonde hair looked better in twin ponytails.  It 
made her look younger.  He noticed that just a little 
makeup made her look outstanding, especially red 
lipstick.  He began dreaming of those ruby lips 
stretched tight around his hard cock.  

Now that he had noticed her, he began watching her 
whenever he could.  Following her out of the house on 
the second day, he almost laughed aloud when he came 
upon her straddling a log in the woods.  If she hadn't 
been screaming her orgasm to the wild, she would 
probably have heard him jacking off watching her.  He 
arranged for a tree about the right size and the right 
height to `fall' closer to the cabin, but with a 
convenient view from his deer blind.  He also began 
placing convenient objects in her path, like the `old' 
exercise bike in the basement floor.  It had only taken 
a couple of minutes to weld the seat so that the horn 
was almost vertical and then to stack the boxes just 
the right way.  She had spent several hours down there 
in the basement, humping herself on that old bicycle 
seat, unaware of the front row seat he had arranged for 
himself.  

As he watched her become acquainted with her sexuality, 
he learned several things.  First, she never penetrated 
her cunt.  He thought that was odd unless she really 
didn't know anything about how sex worked.  Knowing his 
sister, that made sense.  Second, he noticed it didn't 
take much to light her jets.  She could cum faster than 
any woman or girl he had ever seen.  Third, she got 
excited, really excited rubbing her cunt on something.  
But she also got just as excited when she rubbed her 
asshole.  Which she was doing more of as she got more 
experienced.  It almost seemed she preferred it back 
there, when she could get at it, like on the upright 
bicycle seat.  Fourth, she began, finally, to notice 
his reactions to some of her actions.  Like him staring 
at her in skimpy clothes, or staring at her bare tits 
when she bent way over and poured his coffee.  And she 
was repeating the things that turned him on, that made 
his cock rise.  Fifth, he noticed she didn't strip down 
to do it, except maybe at night.  He didn't know about 
that.  He had only listened at night, not peeked.  

After that first night when she had scared the living 
shit out of him with her sudden screaming, ol' Uncle 
Steve began to listen at her door at night.  He could 
hear the tell-tale bouncing bedsprings and the sloshing 
of a tight juicy quim being tormented with dainty 
fingers.  He would let loose his throbbing cock and 
stoke it firmly, timing his cum with hers, her high-
pitched squeals, now muffled in her pillow, announced 
her oncoming climax.  There were several new stains on 
the wall next to her door and a funny bleach smell in 
the hall.  She never noticed.

So the first week passed without incident.  That all 
changed when they started their normal summertime 
routine.

Every year Nicki would help her Uncle Steve as he 
chopped firewood.  When she had been a little girl, not 
much more than a toddler, she would pick up the 
scattered wood chips and pile them in a neat stack.  
Well, more or less neat.  It got neater as she got 
older.  It had been her way of helping, carrying her 
weight.  

As she got older, she would do other things, some of 
them actually productive.  He always had something for 
her to do near him because he honestly enjoyed her 
company.  She had a ready laugh and was always chatting 
about something.  Besides, it kept her busy, gave her 
something to do, and he always knew where she was.  

Until she got here, he hadn't been sure what she would 
do this year.  That changed when he saw her at the 
airport.  He decided then to let her take a more active 
adult role this year.  He tried to convince himself 
that he had made his decision based on her physical 
size; she was taller, too, not just her physical 
attributes.  When he closed his eyes, though, he could 
just imagine her bra-less tits bouncing in her tight 
shirts as she swung a light ax or used the two-man saw.  
The images of her firm ass in her tight shorts flexing 
with each stoke kept him hard most of the night every 
night.

Nicki came outside for the first workday after cleaning 
up the breakfast dishes - he cooked, she cleaned, as 
always.  Steve handed her a pair of safety goggles, 
some new soft leather gloves in her size and a new 
lightweight ax.  He pointed silently to a stack of 
dried logs waiting to be split and smiled.  A more 
experienced girl might have said he leered lecherously.  
Ok, Ok.  The corners of his mouth were tilting upwards 
and several teeth showed.  So you decide.  What would 
you be doing in his shoes?

Nicki understood what he wanted her to do and she was 
thrilled.  She didn't even notice his expression.  
Finally, she was getting to do the big people stuff.  
She attacked the pile with youthful vigor, never giving 
a thought to how sore her muscles were going to be from 
all this unaccustomed work.  Or for the erotic show she 
was putting on for him.  It was everything he had 
imagined and then some.  She kept going and going, 
stroke after stroke, matching, or nearly matching his 
output.  She didn't notice he seemed preoccupied, and 
was not splitting as much wood as he usually did.  She 
just wanted to make him proud of her, to show him she 
was grown up.  In this case, that wasn't really the 
issue.  She was already shown him she was grown up.  By 
the end of the morning, she was hot, tired and sore.  

Sweat covered her hard body, slicking down her loose 
blonde hair to her neck, plastering her shirt to her 
body.  She blushed when she looked down and realized 
she could clearly see her stiffening nipples through 
the thin fabric.  She shuddered as a soft breeze 
chilled them, making them poke up quite dramatically.  
Looking up quickly, she saw Uncle Steve grinning at her 
as he watched her near naked body in the bright morning 
sunlight.  It was the first time she had caught him 
looking at her body, but he was too tired to care.  
Fuck it.  She looked damn good.

She was embarrassed by his stare, but thrilled, too.  
Really thrilled.  Excited by his bold gaze, she decided 
to push it and see what happened.  Her gloves came off 
slowly as she pulled each finger up and then took the 
glove off her hand.  She didn't know it, but she was 
mimicking a strip teaser.  Uncle Steve knew it, and his 
prick reacted accordingly.  Nicki noticed that, 
however.  

As she teased him, her eyes were glued to his crotch.  
As she shook out her sweaty hair, she reached into the 
back pocket of her tight shorts and took out a bright 
red scrunchy.  She gathered her hair up into a ponytail 
to keep it off her neck and out of the way.  She 
noticed his `thing,' his cock, jerking and swelling as 
she seductively posed for him.  It thrilled her to 
think she could do that to him, to make him excited.  
Being na ve, she didn't know that by Spring, Uncle 
Steve was so horny, he would fuck a sleeping bear, and 
nearly had, one year.

 From the reaction she saw in his cutoff shorts, Uncle 
Steve apparently liked it when she had her arms up and 
her hands behind her head.  She kept her hands behind 
her head for longer than necessary, fussing with hair 
that didn't need to be fixed, teasing him.  When she 
turned around and wiggled her butt at him, she heard a 
groan escape from him.  Teasing him, she turned her 
head to look over her shoulder at him.  His face looked 
awful red and she gave him a happy, almost innocent 
smile.

Deciding to continue and to see what else he liked, she 
nudged her gloves off the log she had laid them on.  
She had to lean over the log with her butt towards 
Uncle Steve, then reach way over and get them.  Which 
she did.  Slowly.  She even managed to drop them two or 
three times.  That wasn't hard to do because her arms 
were so sore and she could barely reach them by 
stretching out on her tiptoes.  

She knew her shorts were tight when she was standing up 
and that they would be even tighter now.  What she 
didn't know was that the wetness from her sweat and her 
cunt juice made the fabric stick to her so that it 
formed to every curve.  It was like a second skin, 
showing her slit and puffy lips, her ass crack and even 
the little dimple of her asshole.  Uncle Steve was 
getting quite a show.  And he was enjoying it 
immensely.

He walked over to her as she was leaning over the log, 
her feet just barely on the ground.  He placed a 
leather-gloved hand in the small of her back, 
ostensibly to steady her, so she wouldn't fall.  
Actually, his firm hand pinned her to the log.  He 
tipped her slightly forward.  With her feet now off the 
ground, she had no leverage and she hung there 
helpless.

He moved in behind her and leaned over her back, 
pressing his own sweaty body against hers.

"Need some help, Nicki?"  He tilted his hips up and 
pressed his swollen cock up against her stretched ass 
cheeks.

"N-n-n-no.  I almost have them.  But you can steady 
me, OK?"  Her breathless voice caught as he punctuated 
her ass with his prick.  Her ass wiggled back against 
his cock-swollen pants.

Steve stayed where he was as he watched her struggle to 
reach the gloves.  He leaned in a little bit, pressing 
tighter against her ass.  He reached down to hold her 
around the shoulder blades, thinking to hold her by the 
shoulders and dry-fuck against her fabulous butt.  But 
just as he was reaching down, she finally got a firm 
hold of both of the gloves.  She arched her back to 
raise herself up.  This had two effects.  One, her ass 
flexed up against his crotch even harder.  Two, his 
gloved hands missed her shoulder blades and ended up 
slipping around her chest to grab firmly onto her tits.  

"Oooooohhhh!  Pull me up, Uncle Steve."

She loved the feel of his strong hands on her boobs.  
To prolong the feeling, she locked his hands in place 
by bringing her arms down to her sides.  She still was 
teasing him and didn't notice he was beyond teasing.  
When he didn't move to lift her up, she wiggled her 
butt impatiently and turned to look at him over her 
shoulder.  She giggled when she saw him standing there 
with his eyes closed.  

The "little girl" giggle did it.  He went over the 
edge.  This was no longer a game to him.  Too fucking 
bad if she was his fucking niece.  His hands squeezed 
her firm tits suddenly, and she gasped.  The rough 
leather of the gloves rubbed against her sensitive 
flesh and a bolt of energy surged from them straight to 
her tight little slit.  She bucked against the log, 
spreading her legs, rubbing her clit on the rough bark 
and her ass on the hard cock behind her.  Her legs bent 
around his legs automatically.  She locked her ankles 
around the backs of his thighs and urged him closer to 
her.  She rhythmically ground her pussy into the log.  
Uncle Steve picked up on her erotic rhythm, squeezing 
her tits and humping his crotch against her ass in the 
age old beat.

After several minutes of this frantic stimulation, a 
tremendous flash of lightning hit her brain, cunt, tits 
and ass at the same time.  She screamed in wild orgasm, 
shaking in his grasp, feeling electrified all over and 
oh, so good.  Her first big girl climax with a man left 
her limp and unconscious in his arms.  

As she came to, she thought she was dreaming again, but 
this time the dreams were different.  This time, the 
monsters were tickling her, one of them was brushing up 
against and actually poking a little ways into her cunt 
and another monster was nosing firmly into her asshole.  
But this dream felt different, too.  Oh, God!  It 
wasn't a dream!  Please don't let it be a dream.  It 
feels so good.  Oh, please!

Nicki was still head down over something, but it wasn't 
the log.  This was narrower, and closer to the ground.  
She looked up and saw her glove lying near her head.  
When she went to grab for it, she found she couldn't 
move her hand.  Neither one.  Confused, she looked back 
at her hands and saw they were tied at the wrists to 
her ankles and that each ankle was then tied to a leg 
of a sawhorse.  She was spread wide open.

Her shirt had either dropped or been pulled so that it 
bunched around her neck, exposing her bosom for the 
first time to male eyes.  Her naked bosom, anyway.  And 
that flash of hot pink around her left ankle was her 
shorts.  She couldn't wear panties under those shorts.  
They were too tight.  Oh my God!  She was tied up, bent 
over a sawhorse, her naked butt sticking up in the air 
and her bare boobies bouncing with every breath.  And 
she was loving it!  She could feel the juice running 
down her legs from her cunny.

She thought back to those dreams, those things poking 
at her privates.  She looked back through her spread 
legs.  And gasped!  Uncle Steve had taken his shorts 
off, too!  And it was bigger than BIG, it was HUGE!  It 
looked angry, it was so stiff and red.  But there was 
the cutest little slit at the top of it with a 
delicious looking drop of fluid seeping out.  It looked 
like a big, make that huge, lollipop.  With a thick 
stick.  She wanted to touch it, kiss it even.  He was 
on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in... 

"AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"

"Welcome back to the living, Nicki.  Did you have a 
nice nap?"

"Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve.  I never felt anything like 
that before.  And just now, what did you do?"

"You mean this?"  She spasmed in her bonds, 
screaming.  "Or this?"  He did something else to her 
butthole she hadn't felt before.  She screamed again.

"Oh, geez, Uncle Steve.  The first one, but they were 
both nice.  Better than nice.  It felt fantastic."  
She paused, breathing heavily.  "Uh, Uncle Steve, did 
we just do `it'?"

"If you mean, did we just fuck, no, we didn't do 
`it'."  He leaned down to look at her upside down 
face.  "You mean you don't know what `it' is?"

"Well, er, uh, kind of, but, uh, well, not exactly.  I 
know it takes a man and a woman and he puts his thingy 
in-"

"His WHAT?"

"His thingy.  You know, there, that thing there."  
She tried to point with her nose at his pecker, but, 
having straightened back up, that wasn't the mouth he 
was staring at.

"You mean this?"  He reached down with one hand and 
grabbed his rampant cock.  He shifted so that he could 
move the tip up and down the inside of her left leg.

"Oohhhhh, yesssss.  That.  That thing."

"That `thingy' is my cock.  And this <kiss> is your 
pussy, or your <kiss, lick> cunt.  This little rosebud 
here <kiss, poke> is your asshole."  Uncle Steve 
punctuated each of her holes with a kiss and/or a probe 
with his tongue.  She just lay across the sawhorse, 
shivering with each touch.  He repeated the lessons 
several times.  He continued his licking, kissing and 
probing with each lesson, listening to her gasps and 
groans.

The longer she didn't ask to be released, the bolder he 
got.  He still wasn't sure how far he would or should 
go right now, but now he was sure that sometime - soon 
- he would be fucking his little niece.  And not just 
her cunt or her mouth.  Uncle Steve wanted Niece 
Nicki's ass.  He was fixated on it.  He was going to 
have it and soon.  Maybe tonight?  Maybe.  Hell, 
probably.

"Cock.  Cunt.  Pussy.  Asshole.  Got it?"

Oh, yeah.  G-g-g-g-got it, Unce' Stev.  Ooooooohhhh.  
Oh, Uncle Steve, your cock.  Is it really hard?  How 
does it fit up me?  Oh God.  I have so many 
questions."

"Shit, Nicki, don't they teach you city kids anything 
at school?  I'll bet you've never even seen a cock 
before, have you?"

"Huh-uh."  She shook her head `no'.

"Well, shit.  How're you supposed to practice being a 
good little cocksucker?  We'll just have to give you 
all the practice you need this summer.  How `bout that, 
huh?"

With that, he tipped her over a bit more, moving her 
head down under the sawhorse and towards his cock.  As 
her head swung around, he pointed his cock right at her 
mouth.  His aim was good.  As it got close, she opened 
her mouth, wide, then wider still.  With an audible 
plop, it was in.  And it kept coming!  

Without her hands, she couldn't control the depth.  She 
gagged a couple of times as it whacked into her 
tonsils.  Then she relaxed her throat, swallowed and 
forced it down into her throat.  Uncle Steve must have 
liked that a lot, because he yelled down the valley.  
After he was done yelling and moving it in and out real 
hard, he buried his face in her cunt and she didn't 
remember much after that.  She thought she felt her 
asshole being stretched, as if he had poked two or 
three fingers in it.  Mostly she just remembered his 
iron prick sliding in her mouth and throat.  It got 
bigger, then it jerked and she had to swallow some 
salty, fishy tasting stuff.  And she had never felt so 
wonderful in all her short life.

After he untied her and helped her up, they decided to 
take the afternoon off.  With the amount of work she 
had done this morning, Steve knew she was going to be 
worthless the next couple of days.  But he thought he 
could find something to keep her mind off her aches and 
pains.

She had seemed pretty submissive during the time she 
had been tied up and he decided to see how far she 
would carry the submissiveness.  If he were lucky, she 
wouldn't know any better and would think it was normal.  
Hell, it was worth a shot.  He took her into his arms 
and held her tight, her arms held captive between their 
bodies.  She stood there meekly, looking up into his 
eyes.  He kissed her forehead and then told her what he 
wanted her to do, how he wanted her to look and what to 
wear.  He waited for some resistance, but saw none in 
her adoring eyes.  With a swat to her bare bottom, he 
sent her scampering back into the cabin.

He picked up the work area a bit, putting away the 
discarded tools, clothing, and gloves.  He went into 
the cabin's living room and sat down in his overstuffed 
easy chair.  The stack of mail from the Post Office was 
still sitting there from last week's delivery.  He 
sorted through it, liking that there were never any 
bills.  Mostly junkmail, but it helped keep him 
informed of what was available in the real world.

He had just found his sister's letter when Nicki came 
down the stairs into the living room.  He tried to 
remain cool and calm when he saw her, but it was 
impossible to keep his prick down.  She saw him stiffen 
and giggled.  That added to the effect and he gave up.

"Shit, Nicki, you look great!  Just fucking great!"

"Really?  You don't think I look too young?  Or do you 
like...?  Why, Uncle Steven!  I do believe you're a 
pervert!  You want me to look like a little girl!"  
This tickled her for some reason, and she down ran the 
remaining steps laughing and jumped into his arms.

She had done her hair in twin ponytails, red lipstick, 
a too-tight cutoff tee shirt and tiny thong panties.  A 
little girl slut look.  He was in heaven

She sat on his lap and let him touch her for a long 
time.  Finally, she was squirming, her ass writhing 
directly on top of his iron prick.  That reminded her 
of something.

"Uncle Steve?  Can I practice some more?"

"Huh?  Practice what?"

"You know, with your thing."

"My what?"

"Oh, yeah.  Your cock.  Can I practice sucking on your 
cock?"

"Is that all you want to do?  Just suck on it?"

She blushed.  "N-n-no."  She took a deep breath and 
looked at him wistfully.  "I don't know anything else 
to do, I mean, I've never done anything.  But I want to 
learn about everything, and I want practice a lot so I 
am good at it, too."

"You want to do everything?"

"Uh-huh.  Everything.  Especially the stuff you like 
to do.  I want you to have fun, too."

"Oh, well.  OK, then.  I guess you can practice.  
We'll do some of the other stuff later.  Something I 
really like, OK?  You know, you really do need the 
practice.  But if you want to be really good, you can't 
use your hands."

"Really?  Gee.  I want to be the best, uh, cocksucker 
I can be.  For you," she added, smiling at him.

"Alright then, let's get you started.  Stand up and 
turn around."  

She did.  He took a short cord from the pocket of his 
cutoffs and looped it around her wrists that she had 
automatically placed behind her back.  Then, he took a 
longer cord and tied it tightly around her waist, 
leaving a long end hanging down in front.  Reaching 
through her legs, he grabbed the hanging cord and drew 
it up between her legs, hard into her cunt.  He looped 
it over the waist belt in back and then drew it back 
through her legs.  He had her turn around and face him.  
Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air.  She 
was feeling things she had never felt before and she 
just couldn't seem to catch her breath.  

Being tied up scared her a little, but she felt safe 
with her Uncle Steven.  Looking at his tented pants, he 
obviously liked doing it to her.  It felt exciting, 
too, making her little slit wet.  She decided she would 
let him tie her up anytime he wanted.  All the time, if 
that's what he liked.  It was kind of funny, the way 
his hands were shaking from his excitement.  

She watched him as he tied off the loose end of the 
crotch rope at the waist belt.  He made it tight, then 
he pulled it tighter still.  When she wiggled her hips 
to adjust it a little, the crotch rope slipped between 
her cunt lips and rubbed right against her magic 
button.  She just about fell over from the intense 
pleasure.

Uncle Steve helped her to her knees so that she was 
between his spread legs.  He unzipped his shorts for 
her and his prick sprang out.  He held it for her while 
she captured the swollen head between her ruby red 
lips.  Her eyes looked up at his for approval and he 
nodded his pleasure at her.  She just held her head 
there, not knowing what to do.  Gently, he took her 
head between his hands and showed her how to move her 
head up and down.  He instructed her to move her 
tongue, and suck.  Above all, no teeth.

Nicki was a good student and diligently practiced the 
elementary movements he had taught her.  He leaned back 
in the chair as she bobbed slowly up and down his hard 
shaft.  Reaching over, he picked up the discarded 
letter.

"Dear Steven.  Derrick and I have a wonderful 
opportunity we just can't pass up.  He got a promotion 
and a transfer to the European office of his company.  
I was able to get a posting in my company's European 
office, and a promotion to go with it!  I'm sure you 
can see what a tremendous opportunity it will be for 
us, but we'll be too busy with our new jobs to take 
care of Nicki.  I'm sure you won't mind.  It will only 
be for a couple of years,...."

He put aside the unfinished letter and looked down at 
the petite blonde head bobbing enthusiastically up and 
down between his thighs.  

Nah.  He wouldn't fucking mind at all....

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