- by Alvo Torelli, 4th of July, 2019
(mg, Mg, con, inc)
This was her chance! The time had come; Isabella was sure of it. She didn't care that Hammy was her uncle - he was like only her half uncle anyway. That didn't even count, right? He was soooooo cute. And he was, like, so cool and so grown up. Ooh! They were going to send him off to that stupid boarding school in the fall and she'd barely ever see him. Oh god, she was so scared. What if he didn't like her like that? What if he thought...? No, she had to try. The summer was slipping away. If she didn't take a chance now...
Isabella got herself more and more worked up thinking about her cute fifteen-year-old uncle as she helped mama put out all the food for the big annual Fourth of July family reunion barbecue. There was so much food! She kept sneaking peeks out at the volleyball game on the lawn where Hammy, her brother Isaac and Uncle Jeff were taking on her older sister Melissa, and her cousins Bret, Garth and Sandy. She sneered at Sandy, who ought to be helping with the food, the little twit. Besides, she just ducked every time the ball came anywhere near her.
Oh god, oh god! Uncle Hammy took his shirt off. Ohhh! His chest and his flat stomach glistened, his muscles rippled and Isabella felt a kind of panic spread out from between her legs. OMG! He's so pretty, she thought. But she had to turn away when mama growled at her to get a leg on. She headed inside for the huge tray of onions, lettuce, pickles and slices of cheese, all laid out for the hamburgers that daddy was happily grilling just outside the covered patio.
It was hot enough that lots of the extended family were lounging about in the house. At least grandma was helping! The rest of them were lounging around like turds, playing games, drinking, talking. Lots of drinking - the beer keg was getting some serious use. Grandma's husband Alf was certainly hitting the keg often enough. The littler kids were watching something loud and manic on television, but it kept them from underfoot. She wasn't sure, but there must be twenty people at the barbecue, maybe more. No wonder they had so much food. But gee, where was she going to find a place to talk to Uncle Hammy, alone? Her eyes darted about as she considered the problem and carried a massive jug of lemonade out to the patio table. She just had to talk to him. Oh! Would he kiss her? OMG, she wanted her first kiss so bad.
Eleven-year-old Isabella had just finished the fifth grade a few weeks earlier. Since she was headed for middle school in the fall she considered herself officially almost grown up. But she had a serious problem. About a month before the end of the school year something had happened to her, something she didn't understand - she was suddenly and overwhelmingly boy crazy. She'd never liked boys before. Boys were icky! Boys were horrible little creeps and shouldn't be tolerated. But all of a sudden she started to notice that boys had muscles, and dimples, and cute, cute butts. Oh god, their butts. She could nearly swoon over the right boy's ass. And when some boys smiled at her, especially boys a little older than her, especially boys like her Uncle Hammy, she just went weak in the knees and it was hard to breathe and there was this awful, wonderful, terrifying, addicting feeling - in her pussy. Oh, she shouldn't think words like pussy! She was a naughty girl. But her pussy kept getting so wet when she looked at some of the boys and when they looked back, and smiled. Ohhhhhh! It was so frustrating. And she'd never even had a kiss. Even though she was officially almost grown up! It wasn't right. She wanted to kiss a boy more than anything in the whole world.
While Isabella was officially almost grown up, she was yet a bit young to know just how gorgeous she was. She thought of her mama and sister as gorgeous, not her. She thought of her cousins Becca and Nan as gorgeous, not her. They were indeed gorgeous, curvaceous and attracted a lot of attention - but they didn't hold a candle to Isabella and her perfect features. Her hair was thicker and darker. Her eyes were greener and brighter. Her cheeks were higher and rosier and the little freckles that perfected her youthful look had flown the other's complexions. She was petite and athletic and toned and she glowed with officially-almost-grown-up youth. She was an eleven-year-old goddess. And she was clueless of the attention she attracted. If Isabella was in the room, every male knew exactly where she was every second. She would have blushed down to her pink cotton socks to know it.
Isabella barely managed to snag a seat across the picnic table from Hammy. Occasionally the teen smiled at her, or asked her something. She blushed. She couldn't put enough words together to answer him. When he noticed she had some ketchup on her nose she thought she would die. And her little cunny wouldn't stop clenching. God, his lips were so full and inviting and every time he smiled those dimples on his face made her feel faint. Surely this was love. He wasn't that much older than her, right? OMG, don't smile at me like that!
She had to get him alone somewhere, before she lost her nerve and her chance and before the whole summer melted away and he was gone. She just had to! "Hammy," she managed to start and blushed again at the way her voice broke. She just rushed on. "Hammy, could you, ah, help me with something up in the storeroom, it's just, like, too high for me to reach." There, she did it. Would he say yes? OMG, what would she do if he did? No, no, you stupid girl. There's nothing you need in the storeroom. He'll know, he'll know...
"Yeah, sure, Bellbottoms," he responded. He was always making up stupid, annoying nicknames for her. She'd always hated it. But now, oh gosh, it meant he noticed her. She loved it! "Right now?"
OMG! What should she say? Why wouldn't her mouth work? Why was he smiling again like that. Why did he have to have those damn dimples and why did his t-shirt have to fit so tight across his chest? Ohhh! "Um, ah, yeah, I guess?" Stupid girl! OMG.
"Cool." As they rose from the table he leaned in close to whisper something to her. He was so close! He smelled amazing. She bit her lip to staunch the gasp that tried to escape. "Hey, Belly Flop," he whispered. "So, like, do you think you could score me a beer? If anybody asks just tell 'em it's for your dad, or Joe. They'll believe you, don't worry."
OMG! OMG! A clandestine beer. He must really trust her, and like her. It was so romantic. "Um, yeah, yeah, sure." She looked up and got that dazzling dimpled smile again and nearly swooned on the spot. If she fainted would everyone believe it was just the heat. Oh god, it would be so embarrassing. "I'll... I'll meet you at the storeroom." Aghhhhhh. This was happening, it was really happening! Oh god, what if she... what if he... No, stupid girl. Just get him his beer! She could almost feel his kisses on her innocent, inexperienced lips. OMG!
Isabella decided that two beers would actually look way less suspicious than one, so she filled two of the red plastic cups to the rim with the cold dark liquid. But nobody challenged her. She might as well have been carrying a bottle of Wild Turkey, like Alf had moved on to.
As she approached the storeroom on the side of the house she worried about juggling the beers and opening the door, but the door swept open and Hammy looked out, quickly scanning to see that no one was looking. "Quick," he whispered and ushered her into the room. Between its concrete floor and sitting in the shade of the big elm tree, the storeroom was warm, but pleasantly cooler than outside. Hammy smiled again as he grabbed one of the beers and took a long draw, then wiped his full lips on his sleeve. "Damn, I've been wanting one of those all day, but Jeff's got like an eagle eye on me. Just cause I got caught drinking at that... whatever. That's cool you brought one for yourself. I didn't think you'd be brave enough to try drinking yet."
OMG! The beer wasn't for her! It was... but... oh gosh. Now she had to drink it. He'd think she wasn't officially almost grown up if she didn't pretend the beer was for her. Oh god. She put the cup to her lips. Ew, it stank. But... Determined, Isabella gulped and gulped at the noxious brown liquid, trying to get it down fast enough not to taste it. It was a double IPA, bitter and caustic, but she emptied two thirds of the large cup in a single go.
"Whoah, slow down, Bellyache. I guess I was wrong about you. But that's strong stuff. I wouldn't want anyone saying I liquored you up and took advantage of you." He smiled, but it was a different smile - hungrier - and it made Isabella take a little step back. "You know, you're really different now," he said closing the space she'd opened up and then some. "Prettier, real pretty, and something else, I don't know." His voice was huskier than usual. She had to look up to see his gorgeous dimples. At almost sixteen he was a head taller than her small frame. He reached out and took a lock of her long back hair in his fingers, curling it around one finger, then slid down to rest his hand on her shoulder.
Isabella couldn't breathe. Was he flirting with her? OMG, he was! What should she do? Should she put her hand on his chest? Should she say something? Should she open her mouth? Should she step away?
It seemed Isabella waited too long. Hammy stepped away from her, turning to look about the storeroom. He took another long swig of his cold beer before he turned and looked at her, waiting. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and glanced around the room again, then back to her, waiting.
She still didn't know what to do! So she gulped down the rest of her beer, instantly wishing she hadn't. It was stupid. He wasn't going to... oh god, he moved back close again. He reached out and gently wiped a bit of beer foam from her lightly quivering lip. "Yeah, I didn't think there was anything up high in here," he said just before he leaned down to kiss her.
OMG! OMG! He kissed her. He kissed her! She stood on her tiptoes and opened her mouth to him. He kissed her more. He used his tongue! Oh! What was she supposed to do with...? Why were her toes curling? Oh, how did they get up against the wall? Please don't stop kissing me, please. When did she put her arms around his neck? Oh! Wait, wait... Hammy! Why was the room spinning a little? Oh, she was up off the floor, holding tight and he was turning, but the room was turning faster. The cot where daddy took naps when he pretended he was working swam by. The shelving, the canoe, the lawn mower. Her back pressed into something soft and he still kissed her, his fingers stroking through her hair. Or was that her fingers in his hair, or both? It was all too fast! Why did her heart want to jump out of her chest? What was she supposed to...
Isabella didn't understand how they ended up on the cot, with Hammy sitting and her straddling his lap with her arms around his neck as she kissed his beautiful lips. This was so much more than she'd hoped for! Kissing was nice! Kissing was awesome and romantic. Stealing away from everyone else to meet in the storeroom was romantic and exciting. Touching him was exciting and flamed desires she didn't know she had. Everything was perfect and terrifying at the same time. Everything was perfect until she felt Hammy's hands under the hem of her crop-top loose blouse, moving up towards forbidden territory and burning her bare skin with his desire.
She gasped and arched her back involuntarily, pulling away from their kiss. How could the simple touch of a boy's hands on her midriff make her brain nearly explode? This was not a question she had any time to answer. Hammy lifted her blouse up over her head and over her arms. His movements were insistent and strong, but she was too stunned to try to stop him anyway. She didn't think she wanted to stop him. She just wanted his hands back on her torso and his lips back on her lips. She wanted them now!
Hammy had other ideas. The blouse wasn't enough! He had to see those tiny breasts hiding under the sports-style training bra. He had to touch them. Isabella gasped and flinched when he lifted the bra up over her head, tangling it in her arms for a second before he could pull it free - but he didn't care. God, her little breasts flamed his desire to a new height. How could she be so pretty and so fucking arousing? She'd always been that shy, gawky little girl who was forever hiding around the edges of the action. Now she was... Damn, she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, even hotter than Jessie Lark and her big... Oh, jeez, Isabella's nascent breasts fit perfectly in his palms. Her little nipples responded so quickly to his fingers. The look of confused shock on her face - and the way it turned to flustered pleasure - the way she squirmed and the way she blushed - it all turned him on more than he knew he could be turned on. All he'd meant to do was to give the little girl a thrill, neck with her and feel her up a little. But there was no way he could stop now. It didn't matter that he'd never really been with a girl, that he didn't really know what he was doing. In fact it was perfect - she wouldn't know either! Oh Jesus, there was no stopping Hammy and the incredible, tortuous need that was burning through his teen body. He ripped his t-shirt over his head, crushed the gorgeous child to his breast and attacked the side of her throat with his lips.
"Jesus, you're so hot!" Hammy growled into the side of Isabella's throat. He sucked at her skin and ran his tongue up towards her ear before he growled again. "So hot, so pretty, so god damn pretty, so god damn hot!"
Ohhhh! Her naked breasts burned against Hammy's torso and his words burned into her ears. What was he doing to her... OH! Oh god! Isabella arched upwards, grinding her tiny nipples into his smooth chest. Her fingers raked into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him harder as his tongue sluiced up the side of her neck and behind her ear. What was happening? Who was doing all that mewling? She couldn't do this! She wasn't ready, she wasn't... but OMG, OMG, please don't stop!
The boy didn't stop. The boy couldn't stop. She'd bewitched him. She'd basically invited his invasion. She'd flirted and moaned and pressed into his every advance. Look at the way she had her thin legs wrapped his torso. Did she even know she was grinding her little cunt into his stomach, over and over? She was begging for it. His every touch made her squirm and mewl. Oh god, yes, yes, he could do this!
Isabella squealed as she was flipped over onto her back and Hammy disentangled himself from her with power and confidence. He was so strong! Oh god, no, no, no! Ohhh. For the next few seconds she fought with his hands as he tried to unbutton her tight white shorts. But her eyes locked with his and she saw the hunger she felt reflected in the hunger on his face. She gave in. She let him unbutton her and she didn't fight as he lifted her legs up to wriggle her out of her shorts. She even helped him, pushing at the back of the shorts with her thumbs. The real panic didn't hit until her shorts were gone, dragging both of her tennis shoes with them, and he reached for her thin panties. Suddenly she realized that she was nearly naked, in front of a boy! What would he think? What did it mean? He couldn't really want to ... OMG! She wasn't ready for that!
"Hammy, Hammy!" Isabella whispered forcefully, but he was beyond distraction. The panties rolled but he figured them out; he got them over her little ass despite her thrashing. "What... what are you... oh god, Hammy!" Her panties joined her shorts on the floor. "Hammy, I'm scared!" Oh god, she sounded like a little school girl. She wasn't. She was officially almost grown up. But she was so scared. Surely he didn't mean to do what she thought he...
But he did. Hammy was beyond stopping. The trembling little girl was the most attractive, arousing thing he'd ever seen. And she obviously wanted him too, even if she was crying and frightened and pleading - she wanted him to take her. She wanted him to fuck her. He could tell. He was older than her, wiser. He knew he was right. His zipper came down and he wriggled, desperate. God, why did it have to be so hard to get off a fucking pair of jeans. He needed them off now! Fuck. Yes. Oh god, he was so hard.
Isabella was so scared, but he kissed her again. He pressed her into the mattress and their warm bodies touched and that was amazing and insane. Her brain was trying to explode again. She wanted to run away, scream, fight - she wanted him to hold her forever. It was so confusing. His kiss was so hungry, so forceful, but then suddenly his kiss wasn't there at all. What was happening? She couldn't see. She turned her face to the side as he awkwardly pressed his chest into her face. Her legs were pushed wider. She lifted her hips and pressed into the thin mattress with her heels but she didn't know why she did that. What was he doing? She heard him breathlessly say "Don't worry, don't worry, Belly Button. I think it only hurts for a minute. It'll be fine. Don't worry."
It hurts?! What? What hurts? No, no! What do you mean it... OMG, OMG, what are you doing down there? No, no, what are you doing, what are you... aghhh, aghhh, AAAAGGGHHHHH!
Isabella screamed, but her scream was mostly muffled by Hammy's chest. It didn't matter. He couldn't stop now, not with half his cock already inside her. It wasn't what he'd imagined. It was more. It was better. It was power and pleasure and control and the promise of infinite satisfaction all rolled into one sensation. He thrust deeper, opening up the tight pussy for the very first time. Again, then again, he thrust. She gave another muffled cry with each deepening of his invasion. Oh god, it was so good. He was going to fuck her forever and ever. It was the best thing in the world. He pulled back and thrust in again. It was smoother now, easier. Again. Then again.
The boy was only fifteen. She was his first. No one had every told him to pay attention to her, to her needs, her pleasure - not that he would have listened. He was all about himself. He was young. He came. His young balls propelled his hot, thick seed into the little girl's womb. Ten, maybe fifteen seconds after he'd entered her he came, the most glorious moment of his life. And fifteen seconds later he pushed up onto his arms and pulled his shrinking cock from her tight little pussy. He stared down with shock to see her tears. She covered her breasts from his gaze. All the joy and power he'd felt seconds earlier drained away. What had he...
"What the flying fuck is going on in...! Oh Jesus. Fuck."
Isabella looked through the gap under Hammy's arm to see her Uncle Joseph standing just inside the door to the storeroom. Thunder and concern mixed together on his face as he fully took in the sordid scene in front of him.
"Get off that girl, boy!" Uncle Joseph yelled at Hammy as he grabbed him by the shoulder. He tossed the tall boy to the ground like he was nothing. Then he saw who 'that girl' was and he blanched. Tears coursed down the child's face, she covered her naked breasts with her arms. She twisted and clenched her knees together to hide the rest of her shame. But he'd seen enough. He knew the deed was done. "Isabella? Oh god. No. Are you... Jesus." He grabbed Hammy's t-shirt off the floor and threw it over the child like a blanket - not nearly a big enough blanket but better than nothing.
Joseph turned to the boy who was scrabbling up from the floor and grabbed him by the hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you you little turd?! She's your fucking niece you piece of shit. Did you rape her? Don't lie to me, boy." He shook his younger half-brother like a rag doll. "Did you?"
"No, Joe. Ow! Let me go. Shit. I didn't, I didn't, she wanted it. She was practically begging me. OW!"
"Fuck you, you're useless," Joseph growled and threw the boy back to the ground. But he was all concern and soft tones as he knelt at the edge of the cot. "Oh god, sweetie, Isa-B, I'm sorry. Did he hurt you? Did he force you? Come on sweetie, you have to tell me the truth, it'll be okay. Did Hammy force you? What he did was bad, real bad, but I need to know if he forced you. I'm sorry."
"N-n-no," Isabella managed to say. "He, he, he didn't. I l-let him. D-don't hurt him."
A flood of relief was evident on Joseph's face. "Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you. Just give me a second." He turned back to the boy and shoved him hard against the wall. Hammy knew better than to try and struggle against his adult half-brother. The man could easily bench press him - one handed. Their quick, ugly conversation was whispered too low for the girl on the cot to hear.
"Why shouldn't I rip your fucking head off, you little shit?!" Joseph hissed.
"Jesus, Joe, come on. She was totally into it. She brought me here. She was flirting like crazy. I told you, she was practically begging me."
"Shut the fuck up, you disrespectful ass. She's just a little girl. Shit. Get the fuck out of my sight. I'll deal with you later - fuck. And don't you fucking think about telling anyone what went on in here! Not a word. Get out!"
Hammy didn't need any more encouragement. He barely managed to pull his jeans back on before his half-brother shoved him out the door, shirtless and shoeless.
Joseph could care less if his shit-for-brains half brother burned his feet on the hot cement. He turned back to the pretty little girl trembling on the cot. She clutched the t-shirt to her torso and looked back at him with huge eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mewled.
"Oh my god, baby, no." Joseph swooped to the girl's side and knelt next to the cot. He pushed the beautiful long black hair off of her forehead and then pulled up the hem of his t-shirt to dry the tears that must be stinging her face. "You didn't do anything wrong, you didn't. You poor baby. Go on, put that shirt on - I'll turn my back." And he did turn his back. When she sniffed loudly he turned back to find her wearing Hammy's short t-shirt. But the gorgeous girl was shaking uncontrollably. It broke his heart to see her so distraught and there was no question he had to comfort her.
As gently as he could, Isabella's uncle twisted onto the bed and pulled the little girl into his lap. He leaned against the wall, wrapped his arms around her shivering form and pulled her back against his chest. For a long time he didn't say a thing, he just let her cry and shake and held her in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Her sobs started to taper away. Her shivers descended to trembles. He could feel her pulse slow down against his chest. Her head rested against his chin.
If only she didn't smell so god damn good.
"Baby, Isabella, I have to ask you something, I'm sorry," Joseph said in the calmest voice he could manage with the gorgeous child in his arms, pressing into him, wearing only a t-shirt that barely kept her decent. "Is it okay, baby? Can I ask a question?"
Isabella stiffened, betraying a moment of renewed fear. She was suddenly very aware that she was curled in her uncle's strong arms. She bit her lip, then tried to answer him. "I, I guess so."
"Please baby, I'm sorry, but I have to know. It's important. Did you... have you... well, do you have periods yet? God, I'm sorry!"
Oh no! Isabella couldn't talk about that! It was too embarrassing. "No!" she lied. But her shivering came back.
"Oh, okay, I'm sorry, really," Isabella's uncle said, but she could hear the relief in his voice. She wasn't sure why it mattered. She hoped it didn't make him think she was just a little girl. She was officially almost grown up! At least he was being really nice to her, just holding her and not getting mad at her for what she'd done. She'd been so scared. She could only imagine what would have happened if it was mama, or daddy, who found them instead of Uncle Joseph. She'd always liked her handsome uncle. Oh wow, it felt nice when he stroked her hair like that. She calmed in his arms.
And he smelled so good.
Joseph kept one arm protectively wrapped around her small form and slowly stroked her hair with his fingers. She calmed again. She was such a pretty little thing, this child of his older brother. How old? He couldn't remember. Was she twelve or thirteen? Oh god, no, her remembered - she was younger, only eleven. So what was she doing with that fuck-twit half brother of his? Did she think that idiot was cute? He was just a boy, a child. Oh damn - was he jealous? Oh damn.
God she smelled good.
"Uncle Joe?" the little voice said. That voice cut through him. So sweet, so innocent. Hell. "Um, oh gosh..." She was quiet for so long. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Does... does it always hurt like that?"
Oh fucking hell, she didn't just ask him that! How could he possibly answer that? Oh fuck. ... ... "Uh..., well, no, no baby, I mean, it only hurts that bad the first time. Um, it's... it's better after that." Oh fuck, oh fuck.
"Oh," the little voice said.
There was a long, long pause. His fingers still combed through her hair. She snuggled a little deeper into his lap. His erection started to become a problem. Still nothing.
Joseph thought of himself as a good man, an upstanding man. At twenty eight he was in his prime and he was indeed a prime specimen of the male form. Tall, muscular, trim. He worked hard, made a good living, stayed out of trouble, owned his own ranch, loved his family. But he was still single. Not for lack of interest from the opposite sex, and he got all the sex he needed, but there was never quite the right gal. As much as his half-brother Hammy was a cute boy, Joseph was a handsome man. And he was a good man, he thought.
None of this had escaped the notice of his gorgeous little niece. Isabella's brain was racing with thoughts she didn't understand, she just knew that she suddenly very much liked being cuddled by her hunky uncle, enfolded in his strong arms. And she liked the way he stumbled over his words when she asked him about sex stuff. Why was that?
Besides, he smelled good! Gosh.
She just couldn't stop herself, she pushed the boundaries. "And, well..., and, uh, is it always over so fast? Isn't..., oh gosh, isn't there supposed to be more?"
Oh Jesus fucking crap. What did that little shithead Hammy do? What should he say? This was getting out of hand. But, well, who else could she trust to explain these things to her? She'd actually done the deed with the boy, didn't she have a right to know? "Well, baby, yeah. Yeah, there's supposed to more - more good stuff. It's just, you know, Hammy's only a boy. He's just a kid, he doesn't know. Boys don't understand. You have to grow up to be a man to know that stuff." Oh Jesus Christ shut up, shut up, you moron. For fucks sake, shut up!
Joseph looked away, suddenly fearful of what he'd just said to the pretty child. He needed to calm down. She's just a little girl! But she's so pretty. She smells so fucking good. Just don't look at her, pretend she's your grandmother, yeah, that's good, you're not holding a gorgeous preteen, she's your...
He looked back down and Isabella's head was turned around to look up into his face. Her huge green eyes sparkled. Her full lips were slightly parted. The tiniest quiver of her lower lip betrayed her uncertainty - but she lifted her chin and tilted her head just so.
Of course he kissed her. He was only human. Every one of his senses was telling him she was officially almost grown up, she was ready, she was willing, she was asking. The little voice in his brain that told him this was wrong and dangerous, that he it would come back to bite him, never had a chance. She just smelled too good. She was just too soft and smooth and perfect. And eager.
Isabella melted into her second kiss. She was already in his arms, already warm and comforted. The tingling, lovely sensation of his fingers stroking her hair had gotten stronger and stronger until they cascaded all the way down to her little cunny. Her cunny was telling her that she'd missed something, something important. She was already wearing nothing but the thin t-shirt that barely covered her - and her pink socks. Did her pink socks make her look like a little girl? She twisted and tried to curl her feet under her, so he wouldn't see them while they kissed. OMG. He kissed so nice. Not so hard and fast as Hammy. He was better than Hammy, gentler and stronger at the same time. How did he... Who cares! Just kiss him back you little ninny.
She twisted farther in his arms until she could get her own skinny arms around his neck and push her fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. Why did she like to do that so much? Was it because of the way he tensed and made that little noise deep in his chest when she twisted her fingers through his thick hair?
He shifted her body, wrapping an arm around her legs to hold her like a baby. The t-shirt rode up! She blushed, but didn't stop kissing him. His hand explored the smooth, perfect contours of her ass. God! That little growl he made sent the most wonderful chill through her body. Did she really do that to him? OMG. She kissed him harder, hungrier. She let one hand trail down his broad chest. His chest was so hard! Just how strong was this man who was cradling her and kissing her and OH - touching her?
OMG! What was she doing? Did she want to do it again, the thing she'd done with Hammy, the thing Hammy had done to her? Would it be better? Would it be as scary? Would he even stop now!? Oh god! Hammy wouldn't have stopped, she knew it. She'd known it then. But she hadn't asked him to stop, she'd let him sweep her along to something she wasn't ready for. But she wanted to be ready. She was officially almost grown up. She WAS ready. But would he stop, if she got too scared?
Isabella broke off the kiss and enjoyed the little gasp of frustration her grown-up uncle made deep in his broad chest. She bit her lip before she could find the words. Her voice almost broke. "I, I might be too... I'm sorry." She kissed him again, hungrily, to tell him how she really felt. Words were too hard. But she had to know and she broke it off again. "Will you stop, I mean, oh gosh, if I ask? Will you?"
"Are you asking, Isa-B?" She could hear how hard it was for him to speak. She could see how much he wanted to kiss her again - and so much more.
"I, I just... I don't want to be too scared. And I want to understand." Her little girl voice was barely a whisper.
He stared into her big green eyes for a long moment. "I'll show you everything, baby. And I'll stop - if that's what you want. I promise." He let her come to him and she did; she restarted their deep, desperate kiss and her little cunny throbbed, an inch from his big, strong hand.
Joseph wasn't sure how much farther he could take this and keep his promise. He wasn't sure he could keep his promise even now. The child had inflamed his desires beyond anything he'd ever experienced - he wasn't sure he was still in control of his desires. How could anyone be this attractive, this arousing? The only thing he could hope was that he could keep it together enough not to frighten her too badly, not to push her over the edge and have her ask to stop. He didn't think he could stop. Why did she have to smell so good?
He'd take it slow. He'd explain everything - if she wanted. No surprises, no fast moves. Lots of kissing. Yes, kissing, he could do that. And he could grasp her hair, pull her head back to lick along her throat and up her neck as she arched her back and moaned. He could put her down on the bed and get between those thin, toned legs and pull out his... Oh Jesus. Take it slow, take it slow!
Joseph carefully set the girl on the bed beside him, sliding her little ass off of his lap. She didn't want to let go at first, but he took her hands in his and pulled them away from his neck with gentle force. He kissed her quick, then stood in front of her. Her eyes went so wide as he pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal a six pack and steel hard pecs. He liked the way she looked at him, awe tinged with fear. He didn't think her big eyes could get any bigger but they did when he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his jeans. Was he going too fast? Was there too much fear in her eyes? His cock sprang to life as the boxers came down. The little girl scrambled back on the bed, until her back was up against the wall - but she didn't scream, she didn't run. Her eyes were glued to the long, thick pole of meat that fiercely wanted to find its way inside of her.
"It's okay, Isa-B, see. I'll show you everything. Don't be scared."
"Oh my god," Isabella whispered. "Is it, is it bigger?"
"Than Hammy?" Joseph smiled and tried not to chuckle. "Yes baby, it's bigger. Hammy wasn't blessed with the same genes as your papa and I were." Oh fuck! He bit his lip in frustration. Why the fuck did he mention her father? What an idiot!
But the little girl was too engrossed with Joseph's impressive cock to notice his faux pas. The way she chewed her full lower lip, unaware, looking scared and excited in equal measure, was so hot. She was so innocent, so fresh, so nearly virginal.
Joseph cupped the precious girl's chin and raised her eyes up to meet his, bringing another little gasp to her pretty mouth. God, he loved that mouth! He bent and kissed her again. His cock quivered, complaining that his mouth was getting all the attention. Breaking off the kiss he said "don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of." He kissed her again and stroked her soft cheek, then stood again, preparing to sit next to her. But she surprised him.
"C-can I... can I touch it?"
What hetero man doesn't dream of an incredibly beautiful, innocent young girl asking to touch him, offering to provide an incredibly intimate experience. His cock jumped with excitement. It so often seemed the damn thing had a life of its own, or worse; sometimes it seemed the cock was in charge and he was just the thrall with no other purpose than helping the hungry thing get its next pretty little thing. And far too often the pretty little things liked the cock more than they liked Joseph - that was part of his problem. He felt a tightening in his chest at the sudden realization that he really hoped little Isabella wasn't one of those pretty little things. He wanted her to like him for him. Where had that thought come from? But she'd asked to touch him - and it wasn't in him to say no.
Joseph went ahead and sat next to his gorgeous niece. His cock would seem less intimidating that way, he supposed. "Um, of course, baby. Go ahead." He tensed. Would she really?
She really would.
Isabella shifted to her knees, staring at the big hard cock. OMG! It was so, so... was something that big supposed to fit inside a girl? How could... But Hammy had put his in... he had, she'd felt it - if only for a few seconds. And it hurt! Oh god, it looked like it would always hurt - it was too big! But he said it wouldn't hurt. And just looking at it made her little cunny so wet and tingly at the same time that it scared her. If she touched it maybe it wouldn't be so scary. He was being so nice, so sweet. She looked up into his eyes and saw something she didn't understand, but she understood he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted her, she could see that, but not if it hurt her.
With a trembling hand she reached out. Her hand looked so small next to his thing, his cock. Oh, it was warm. Of course it's warm you stupid girl, it's part of him. But then it twitched under her touch and she grabbed her hand back. "Oh god, did I hurt it?" she blurted out, then blushed. Of course she didn't hurt it, it was just excited, like she was excited. She glanced to his face and he nodded, go on.
Uncle Joseph let out a small, involuntary moan when she wrapped her small hand around his cock and let her hand slide down to the hairy part at the bottom. Why did his soft moans make her pussy clench? She stroked the cock again, then again. It was so warm and it throbbed in her clutching fingers. This wasn't so scary! But the cock was strange and she was mesmerized by it. She wanted to see it better. She wanted to make him moan again. Making him moan made her feel like she was the one in charge, not just the little girl who didn't know what was happening. It made her feel way more like an officially almost grown up girl.
Her position wasn't working. She looked up to see if he was okay, but Uncle Joseph seemed to be concentrating very hard. Like a monkey she scrambled down off the bed and knelt between his legs on the floor. This earned her another little moan that encouraged her to continue. This was fun! Why hadn't Hammy let her have all this fun? Was it because Uncle Joseph was a man, and Hammy was just a boy?
Face to flesh with the huge cock, she wrapped both hands around it. The head of it was fascinating. It was smooth and round, when the rest was bumpy and veiny. Why? When she ran her fingers over the tip he shuddered in a way that frightened her, so she didn't do it again. But he seemed to really like it when she stroked her two little hands up and down the monster.
"Uncle Joe," she started, looking up to find that he was staring at her with intense hunger. It was a frightening look and she gasped a little before she recovered the courage to go on. "Um, does it... does that feel good?"
Without warning he grabbed her by her arms and jerked her forward and upwards, until she was pressed against him and his hard cock was throbbing against her cunny through the short t-shirt. He kissed her with alarming force and heat, then broke away, holding her in front of him. "Damn it!" he hissed. "Yes. Yes, baby, it feels very good. But if you do much more of that you're going to get a surprise. I can't help it. I don't want you to be scared. You can stop if you want, but... damn. I can't hold back much longer."
Isabella blushed deeply. She wasn't supposed to know what he was talking about - and she wasn't sure she really did. But there was a whispered word she'd heard, something the other girls giggled about. Something they only half believed in. "Are..., are you...," She bit her lip and she had to look down, away from his pretty eyes. "Are you going to cum?"
Hearing a near-naked, gorgeous little girl ask him, in her stunning little girl voice, if he was about to cum was very nearly enough to make the deed happen. But Joseph was made of sterner stuff - his ability to hold himself in check for a long time was legendary, at least it was legendary amongst all those pretty little things who liked him for his cock and what he could do with it. Still, his mind could barely handle the child's incredible erotic appeal. He kissed her again, just as hard, before he answered her. "Yes, baby. I'm going to cum, soon. I don't want it to scare you. But you... god, you're just too beautiful and sexy and... and damn, I want you so much." He looked into her scared and excited eyes. "Just remember, baby, we can stop anytime you want. I promise." He said the words, but he was starting to believe it was a lie.
"How... how will I know?" Her innocent little voice should have been bottled. It should have been saved for eternity.
"Oh man." His voice was strangled. "You'll know, baby, believe me you'll know. But don't let it scare you."
"Oh...okay," Isabella said and slid back down to kneel between his knees again. She grabbed the big cock again and then her eyes went wide and she looked back up. "Uncle Joe? Ah, do... do girls really put it in their mouths?"
Oh my lord! Joseph nearly came on the spot. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes again those amazing big green eyes of hers were boring into his soul. He could barely speak, but he managed to croak out "Yes, baby. Oh god, yes. Some girls put it in their mouths. Sometimes they lick it, too. It's... it's something that feels really good. But you don't have to do that, baby. You don't."
All these revelations! They made for a turning point in Isabella's young life. The little girl realized she wasn't scared any more. Uncle Joe was so nice. He explained everything. He didn't just grab her and stick his thing in her like stupid Hammy. But it was more than that. She felt a sudden sense of power, a power that infused her whole body with excitement and filled her brain with ideas that made her blush. At that moment she was in control, even if she didn't really know exactly how to use her control. But she was excited to try! She felt powerful.
Isabella flashed her uncle a mischievous grin and she was rewarded with a look of surprised shock. Then her tongue lashed out and she licked the underside of his long, thick cock from the base to the very tip. The way he jerked and growled told her she was right - she was the one in control. It was an intoxicating feeling. She licked his cock again, like the longest lollipop, taking her time. Then again - but she'd noticed how his growl changed as she licked across the tip, so this time she stayed there, swirling her little tongue around and around the smooth skin. She heard him swear, but it was a good swear, a losing-control swear of tormented pleasure.
She soaked the head of his cock with her spittle, which made stroking the rest of it with her two petite hands even easier. She could pump up and down faster. She only wished she could see the look on his handsome face. Was he in agony? She wanted him to be in agony! Why? Why did she want that? It didn't matter. It was completely natural to go from swirling her small tongue to wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked the cock into her mouth. She pulled at it, bobbing her head in time with her hands. There was something she wanted. She just didn't know what it was. She was going to make him give it to her! She was the one with the power. Give it to me!
"Oh my god, Isa-B, baby, sweetheart, I can't, I can't, I can't hold on."
Yes, yes, give it to me! She sucked even harder, bobbing hard and fast to get almost four inches of his cock into her wet mouth with each thrust. It was so wonderful to hear the agony in his gruff voice. Why was torturing him like this, proving that she was more powerful than him, so much fun? Why was her cunt dripping with excitement and trying to demand its own turn at torturing the pretty, hunky man?
"Baby, baby, it's coming. I can't... oh damn, damn...."
He'd told her. He'd warned her. She had no reason to be surprised. But Isabella was astonished when she was suddenly drowning in thick, oily warm cum. She pulled away in a panic only to discover her uncle's fingers were twined into her long black hair. Another wave of the goo invaded her mouth before Joseph could let go and she could lurch backwards. A third jet of his thick cum lanced across her face as she rocked back on her haunches.
The thick cum flowed out of Isabella's mouth and into her hands as she spluttered and gagged. She tried to rake it off her tongue with her top teeth, but it clung to her tongue and lips and gums. The taste wasn't that bad, better than the awful beer, but it wouldn't go away. The stuff dribbled through her fingers and she felt it oozing down her cheek and nose. Gosh, there was so much. So this was cum. Ew. But... he had warned her. And she really had been trying to drive him crazy. It was her own fault.
"Oh Jesus, baby, I'm sorry." Joseph sat up, trying to figure out how to help the shocked, naive little girl. How could she not have known? She looked up into his eyes with those big green eyes of hers. Her face and hands were a mess and cum dripped onto the front of Hammy's t-shirt.
She started to giggle. The crazy, hot little vixen giggled, out of control.
Joseph couldn't help himself, he snorted with laughter. She was a mess - covered with his cum, with her little hands outstretched holding a pool of it as if it was something she mustn't drop - but she was also giggling like only a little girl can giggle. He leaned forward, bent to grab the hem of Hammy's t-shirt and pulled it up her back and over her head. What difference did it make at this point if he saw her naked? The t-shirt slid down her arms and she got the idea, letting the thick goo through her fingers into the blue cotton fabric. He pulled the t-shirt off of her and she wiped her hands on it before he gently wiped the last of the cum from her gorgeous face. Only then did he realize he was smiling and laughing along with her.
"Not quite what you were expecting, I guess," he chuckled. "Are you okay?" He held out his arms to her, letting her decide what she wanted.
The child smiled, then bit her lip to stop her giggles. She looked up into his face and he watched a hundred emotions swirl through her mind until her eyes suddenly went wide and she looked down at herself. Had she not realized she was naked? Did she really think it mattered? She must. The way she blushed, yet again, turned him on intensely. His limp cock twitched, letting him know it would be more than happy to come back to full duty. God she was beautiful. She looked back up and despite her embarrassment, or perhaps to overcome it, she leapt up into his arms and kissed him.
Like a monkey, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his chest, straddling his lap. He returned her fervent kiss and pushed his fingers into her hair. He was stunned by how happy it made him that she wanted more, that she wanted to touch him and share her body with him. For Christ's sake she was gorgeous and sexy, but when you added adorable and innocent and so, so fucking young - you got something no man could resist. He shouldn't do this! He knew he should stop, limit the damage, but he equally knew he couldn't. Not even if she asked? he had to wonder. Oh god, please don't let her ask!
Gently, he twisted them around to lay his little niece onto the cot on her back. She stiffened in his arms, but she didn't try to stop him. He loomed above her, looking down at her. She seemed small this way. He stroked the lustrous black hair out of her face, all serious now. He kissed her again, softly, realizing she was lightly shivering. She'd gone from giggles to fear.
"It's okay, Isa-B. Don't be afraid." He kissed the base of her throat.
"Are... are you going to... you know, I mean, oh... Are you going to put it in me now!? Is it going to hurt again?!" She rushed through the final words, her sweet little girl voice breaking at the end.
Joseph growled into the side of her neck. Damn that stupid boy! How could he not see how precious and wonderful she was. How could he have ruined her first time? She would never have another first time, but maybe Joseph could give her the right second time.
"No, baby, not yet. Later, if you still want me to." He ran his tongue along the tendons in her neck and they both shivered. "And I won't just put it in you. That's not right, baby. I want to make love with you. I want it very much. But first I need to make things right."
He shifted carefully, but still she gasped in alarm. Her alarm became a squeal as his lips closed around her small nipple. He felt her grab the back of his head, knowing her instinct was probably to pull him away from the sensitive little nubbin. But she didn't, she twined her fingers into his dark hair. He took half her breast into his mouth and attacked the nipple with his tongue. She squealed again and arched, digging into him with her claws. God, he was so happy to be the first man to do this to her, the first to drive her wild. If only..., but no, don't think about that.
"Oh my god, oh... that feels... oh!" she gasped. "What are you... ah!"
He shifted again, moving his lips to her other breast and taking advantage of the move to the side to trail one hand down her sternum, her stomach, inexorably down between her legs. He heard the gasp of fright she gave, but she didn't take her fingers from his hair. She didn't tell him to stop. She opened her legs and he slid one finger between the mons that he'd wanted to touch since the very first second he saw her here on this cot.
There was only the tiniest wisp of downy hair at the top of her cunny. The surrounding flesh was so smooth and soft and warm. Inside she was wet and she squirmed at the gentle invasion of his digit. But Joseph knew his way around a girl's flower. He knew the way to stroke here, rub there, press up inside just so. She was already heaving under the attention of his mouth to her little breasts - with five fingers to attack her little cunny she had no chance.
"Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm!" It was surprising how quickly the innocent child could be aroused by his mere touch. But then she'd never been touched before, had she? In a way, in almost all the ways that counted he was her first. "MMMMMMM!" She writhed. He swiped across her nipple hard, then switched to the other and attacked it just as violently. His fingers played her sensitive parts like a violinist. Her tiny clitoris and her labia swelled with arousal and she got more and more wet for him. She was so close, so close. The way she twisted and moaned, completely at his mercy, made him hard as a rock. But he was determined to bring her to climax, to give her...
There was a loud banging at the storeroom door. "Hey, what the hell! Who's in there? Come on, we need to get in!"
"No, no, no!" Isabella hissed as the amazing stimulation of her uncle's clever fingers and talented mouth vanished. She felt the shift as his weight left the cot. "Noooo!" She'd been so close - so close to something. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was going to be sooooo good. She wanted to scream, but a hand pressed over her mouth, gentle but hard enough to get her brain to catch up with what was going on. OMG! Someone was trying to get into the storeroom! And she was naked! And she was with her uncle! And her uncle was naked! OMG!
"What the h," a deep voice growled through the door. "Is that you in there, Jack? Come on, let us in, the kids want to take the canoe down to the lake while it's still light."
Daddy! Isabella screamed in her mind.
"Damn, it's your daddy," Uncle Joseph whispered. "Quick, baby, find some place to hide."
Isabella scrambled off the cot and searched wildly for her clothes. Her uncle slid into his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on. Oddly, he looked like he'd just woken up. His hair was a mess and his shirt was rumpled badly. Isabella was distracted by how good looking he was. Why had she been so taken with 'cute' Hammy when her Uncle Joseph was so good looking? More pounding on the door and her daddy yelling "Jack?" brought her back to the awful reality that she was still stark naked and she couldn't find her shorts or panties.
"I've got to let him in," Joseph whispered, joining the search for the little girl's clothes. "Damn, just hide! Quick."
Isabella slid under the cot with only her blouse on. She almost sneezed from the dust and dirt, but at least her hand found her shorts. She felt something get thrown across her butt, and it was wet. Hammy's t-shirt! Ew! Darkness enveloped her as Joseph pulled the blanket over to hide the underside of the cot, leaving only a small slit of light. She shivered with fear as she listened to the short conversation that followed.
"Joe! Hell, I thought Jack was in here," her daddy said, his voice no longer muffled by the closed door.
"Sorry, man. I was sound asleep. Guess I had one too many beers. I'm not used to slinging them back like that. Shouldn't have tried to keep up with Alf, the old bastard."
There was a long pause and Isabella imagined her daddy looking around the storeroom suspiciously. OMG! Please don't look under the cot! And don't sneeze, you stupid little girl!
"Whatever," daddy finally said. "Come on then, help me carry this damn thing down to the lake. What the fuck, get some shoes on!"
Isabella nearly gasped when someone sat on the cot above her. A few seconds later he rose and then she heard the banging of the two men pulling the canoe off its rack and daddy said "Fuck, I think this thing gets heavier every year" just before complete darkness fell and the storeroom door slammed shut.
Hot water washed away the dust and dirt and remnants of cum that marred the amazing beauty of the dark-haired preteen. It washed away her tears, but couldn't eliminate the emotions that brought the tears to her eyes in the first place. Confusion, longing, and frustration were just the spices on top of her horrible feeling of rejection. He'd just left her there, in the storeroom. He didn't want her. He was just being nice, but the second he'd had the chance to get away from her he'd taken it. She wasn't pretty enough. She wasn't old enough. She wasn't experienced enough. Isabella was certain her life was over!
Eleven, in the throes of new hormones and frightening new experiences, new desires and ever-present awareness of what others think about you, is a tough age.
She wrapped the big towel around herself and peeked to make sure the hallway was clear, then dashed to her room and through the door, turning to lock it for fear that anyone would see her distress or the fresh tears that already marred her pretty face. She just wanted to be left alone! She turned, ready to throw herself onto her rumpled, unmade bed.
He was sitting there, looking worried and afraid. His hair was still rumpled and his t-shirt still stretched tight across his chest. "I'm sorry," was all he managed to say before she streaked across the room, dropping her wet towel on the floor, and leapt into his arms, knocking him back onto the bed.
Isabella didn't want to speak or listen, she just wanted to kiss him and feel his strong arms around her small body. Oh god, he smelled so good!
"Oh god, you smell so good," he said as their kiss broke off. Then he went for her throat and pulled her even tighter. "You are so, fucking, beautiful," he whispered into her ear and the little girl couldn't help blushing and gasping with excitement.
Isabella let her uncle fan the flames of desire by gently nibbling at her throat and neck, but she was too impatient for his body to let that go on for long. She pushed away from him, enjoying the way he growled, then jumped off of his stomach and began to tear at his t-shirt. Laughing at her exuberance, he sat up and let her awkwardly pull the offending garment over his head. She was already clawing at his jeans by the time the shirt hit the floor. She had them unbuttoned immediately, but he had to help her wriggle them over his hips and down, only to have her realize she hadn't pulled off his shoes!
She yanked and pulled, just making things worse. And when she looked up into his smiling face they both broke out into laughter again.
By the time Uncle Joseph was as naked as Isabella, which was to say totally starkers, they were both giggling madly, both of them trying to keep their laughter hushed. It was a very full house for the Fourth of July. Filled with a kind of excited joy she'd never felt before, Isabella went on the attack. She knelt between her uncle's knees and made a grab for his very large, very excited cock - fully intending to stuff it in her mouth. She wanted to feel that amazing feeling of control again!
"Oh no you don't, you little scamp!" Uncle Joseph hissed and grabbed Isabella by the shoulders. OMG! He was so strong. He flung her onto the bed on her back. She actually bounced once before he was on her. But he didn't come down on top of her as she expected. She gave a frightened squeak as he instead scooped his muscular arms under her legs, pushed her legs back, then back more and came to rest with his lips at her breast. He craned his head to look into her startled green eyes and smiled. "Now, where were we?" he cooed.
"Oh! Oh! Uncle Joe," she hissed out, trying not to scream as he attacked her sensitive nipples with his tongue and sucked her small breast almost fully into his mouth. "Aghhhh!" Her little nipples sprang to life under his onslaught, which only made the sensations stronger. She couldn't stop herself from writhing and arching her back, grinding her wet cunny against his stomach. She wanted to grab his hair, but he had her arms pinned down to her sides and all she could grasp was the messy covers of her unmade bed. "Ooooohh! Oh! Please! Please!" At first she had no idea what she was begging for, but whatever it was she needed it, she needed it now!
But it came to the little girl what she needed, what she wanted, what she had to have. "Oh god, Uncle Joe, please. Put it in me, put it in me!"
"No!" he growled with a self-satisfied growl that made Isabella's heart jump into her throat. No? OMG! Doesn't he want me? What did I do wrong? Why won't he... Oh! Oh gosh! Oh no, no, no, no...
"Agghhhh!" Isabella moaned, far too loud, as her uncle's expert tongue invaded her perfect preteen cunt.
In a flash her uncle was back up atop her and his hand covered her full lips. "Hush, child! My god, do you want to hide from your daddy again? Or maybe your mother?" He looked about them with little patience, grabbing the first thing he could find - a teddy bear with a tattered red ribbon around its neck - Isabella's favorite childhood toy, something that even an officially almost grown up girl couldn't bring herself to give up. "Use this!" he hissed, putting the toy into the crook of her arm. And then he dove back down to run his tongue up the inside of her thigh.
Isabella screamed again, she couldn't help it. But she pressed the teddy bear to her face and managed to muffle the noise. She was terrified of being discovered, but there was nothing she could do to stop her reaction to the sensations her uncle was causing. "Aggghhhh!" OMG! It felt so, so, so good. Oh, oh, how did he get his tongue so far up inside her, and why did it feel like that when he swirled around the outside and rasped across the part at the top. OH! Yes, yes, yes. "Agggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed into her teddy bear's tummy.
Isabella felt completely out of control. She was a puppet on his tongue and lips. It was her turn to be the one who was being teased and manipulated and driven closer and closer to something - something she'd almost gotten to when they were still in the storeroom. It was her uncle's turn to be the one in control, to be the one having all the fun of sending his lover towards edge of some kind of ecstasy. Towards something amazing. It was coming, it was almost...
"Oh, oh, god, Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe, oh my god!" Eleven-year-old officially-almost-grown-up Isabella had her first true orgasm on the experienced tongue of her twenty-eight-year-old uncle. She thought her brain was going to explode. She thought she might die, but she was pretty sure it was worth it. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure cascaded out from her little pussy. She screamed and screamed. He wouldn't stop! OMG, she didn't think she could take any more but he wouldn't stop. It just kept crashing over her, again and again until finally, mercifully the tide began to retreat.
Isabella still trembled as she recovered just enough to realize he was looming over her again, smiling down at her. And when he kissed her she thought that the world could not possibly get any better than that exact moment. Not in a million years.
She was wrong, of course.
Joseph had had many lovers, but he'd never seen a climax as wild or enthusiastic as his little preteen niece's. And the way she tasted! But he kicked himself again, in his mind, for being too weak to resist her - knowing that it was a lost cause. And again he had the disquieting worry that she might be yet another pretty thing who only liked him for his cock, a cock that she hadn't truly experienced yet. Why should that bother him so much? They had no future. But none of those thoughts sufficed to stop the man from kissing her and enjoying the way her little body still trembled from her waning orgasm.
It was a struggle to force himself to give the child time to recover. He couldn't hurry her. He'd promised he would stop if she wanted - but once again he questioned his ability to keep that promise. She'd had her little orgasm, but his need, his desire, was stronger than ever. His cock was harder than ever. He stopped kissing her and rolled off of her, pulling her into an embrace and resting her head on his chest. He waited for her breathing and pulse to subside, but it was a difficult wait.
"Uncle Joe?" Jesus, that little girl voice did terrible things to him. Guilt mixed with deep lust. His cock twitched and he stifled a gasp. Unable to speak, he waited. "Was... was that an orgasm?" she whispered. Oh god.
"Yes, baby," he just managed to growl out. "Did you... did you like it?" He was barely in control.
It was the little girl's turn to stay silent. She ran her fingers across his chest to his neck and pulled his head around to make him kiss her again. It was too much for him. He pulled her on top of his body and kissed her deeply, fingers entwined in that gorgeous black hair once again. His other hand roved her perfect round little ass.
He was burning. How could she affect him so deeply? How could he keep enough control to make sure it was good for her. No, not good, it needed to be perfect for her. Suddenly that was the most important thing of all - making sure that she would remember every part of their lovemaking as perfect. Making sure that she would want more. He kissed her harder and he felt her pulse quicken. Her little heart beat faster against his chest, racing to keep up with his. He had to find a way to speak to her when his body was screaming at him to take her, now, hard.
"Baby," Joseph rasped, "Isa-B, I want you so much. I've never wanted anyone more. You are so beautiful, so sexy. God. But..., I want you to do it. I want you to choose it. Please don't say no. Please. But, you do it. That way I know you want it."
The sweet child's green eyes went wide. The thoughts that flashed across her stunning face were easy to read. OMG! OMG! What am I supposed to do? Her scared little voice nearly made him lose what little control he had left. "Wi-will it hurt again?" she stammered.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry he hurt you." I may kill the little fuck-head! "I don't think it will hurt, not like before. Maybe a little. I'm not a woman, I don't know for sure, but I think it won't hurt too much." Oh please don't be too scared.
"Wh-what do I d-do?"
Oh thank the lord. "Don't worry, baby. It's not complicated. Just reach down and take a hold, then slide down - just take your time - you'll know what to do."
"Oh! God, it's so big!" the small girl said when her hand found his cock. What man doesn't like to hear that, and from the lips of a gorgeous eleven-year-old no less? His cock jumped at the compliment.
"Isa-B, try sitting up," Joseph whispered encouragement. She didn't hesitate. She straddled his body and sat up tall. The sight of her amazing body, her small breasts, her flowing hair, her sculpted nose and those amazing freckles, nearly gave him a heart attack. And when she shifted back to get her sopping pussy above his cock, when she started grinding along his length, obviously getting more and more aroused with every second, he had to clutch the covers on either side of him to keep from grabbing her and forcing his cock inside of her. But god it felt so good - tortuous, but fantastic.
She was really going to do it. He was really going to make love to his eleven-year-old niece. Joseph had never been so aroused or excited or guilty or full of love in his life.
Isabella couldn't believe what was happening. She'd only wanted a kiss - a kiss from a cute boy. And now here she was, straddling her adult uncle and sliding her swollen, hungry pussy along his massive cock! Suddenly that feeling of power swelled over her again. She knew that he was allowing her to be in control, but it didn't matter - she was in control. She could see and hear the way she was affecting him, driving him crazy. Look at the way he had to grab the covers. He wanted to grab her - he thought she was beautiful and sexy and he wanted to fuck her. Oh! She was a terrible girl to think a word like 'fuck.' LOL! But how could it be bad when everything was so wonderful In that moment all her fear drained away. It was the most officially-almost-grown-up she'd ever felt. She was going make love to a man, a handsome man, a wonderful man. Who cared that he was her uncle and over twice her age? He was so strong and rugged, but so sweet. She couldn't imagine anyone nicer or better to do this with. There was no one she loved more. Oh gosh, love? All these thoughts swirled through her brain as she ground her pussy into the underside of his long, fat cock. And it felt so good!
But then the preteen realized that it was time for her to take that monster inside of her! It was too big! She couldn't possibly. But no, she had to try. It was time, she'd tortured her poor, lovely uncle long enough.
Biting her lip, Isabella concentrated and braced herself. It was impossible to remember to breathe. She slid her hand under his cock, lifting it higher, then slid her small cunny forward along the wet length of it until she felt the head pushing inside of her. No, no! She couldn't do it! It was so big, so scary. But she felt the way he trembled. She sensed how much he wanted this. She had to go on. She pushed the head deeper inside of her. It hurt as her small pussy stretched to accept his size, but not the awful sting from before. The pain was more than worth the exciting sensations that raced up her spine! The pain was more than worth the look on her uncle's handsome face. She arched her back and tilted her pelvis forward as far as she could and then pushed backwards, rising up at the same time.
Oh god, oh god! OMG! He's so big. It hurts! But it doesn't hurt too much. It's okay. Thank god he isn't just pounding into me. She pressed down and let it stretch her open, but her renewed fear and the overwhelming sensations were too much. Oh! Ohhhhh! It's so big! I can't, I can't.
Isabella rose up and up. She needed the huge monster to come out of her, even though she'd taken in less than half of it. But she gasped at the discovery that it felt amazing when she slowly pulled herself and the monster slid out of her. It was incredibly pleasurable. Oh gosh, she wanted more of that. But that meant she had to put the big cock back in. Oh god, oh god, she lowered herself onto the huge cock a second time, until it felt like it was splitting her open. Then she rose up, savoring the incredible feeling. Again. She had to have it again. Yes, oh yes. And it was easier now to lower herself onto it, until she was so full, soooo full. She rose up again, but she wanted more. Down. Oh god, that felt good too! It felt SO good. She got so full, even fuller. Up again - oh heaven. Down. Yes! Ohhhhh!
The little girl fucked herself on her uncle's thick meat. She was well along towards her second massive orgasm before she realized that his hands were clenching her waist, helping her to rise and fall. And he moved his hips, thrusting upwards gently with the rhythm she set. It was still a slow, sweet fuck but it felt so good. With each thrust she pivoted her pelvis forward, then back, and her whole spine undulated from tail to neck. The orgasm was coming, coming fast. She could feel it. She wanted it. She wanted it so much, but she wanted him to feel just as wonderful, just as loved as she felt. Faster and faster she rose and fell. She controlled the speed and the force but he helped her with his strong hands and arms. She could tell that he knew just how deeply he could push his massive member inside of her without hurting her. She was in the hands of a master and she was enjoying years of his experience while he was enjoying watching her first true lovemaking - her first true fuck.
Isabella never wanted this feeling to end. But another orgasm crashed over her mind and body and she started to shake like a blade of grass in a tornado. She had no idea that her lover should long since have finished. Her little cunt was so tight, so warm, so velvety - he should have cum inside her almost at once. And if she hadn't used her mouth to drive him crazy less than an hour earlier, even Joseph couldn't have lasted this long. But the inevitable was upon them. And as she flailed and moaned, trying desperately to keep her voice down, her uncle came. He left his thick, hot seed deep inside of her. Wave after wave of pleasure welled up out of his body and drove her to the very top of a climax even better than before.
All things must end, even for an eleven-year-old vixen. Joseph helped Isabella ride his cock for long, glorious minutes, but finally her orgasm began to fade. Any more would be too much. She collapsed onto his chest, her heart racing, her breathing ragged. And there she lay as he gently stroked her hair and ran lovely fingers up and down her spine until she could breathe again.
The new lovers were still there enjoying the afterglow of a magnificent first fuck when they heard Isabella's mother yell through the door. "Issy! It's almost dark. Everyone's heading down to the lake to watch the fireworks and I need you to come help carry more wood for the fire. Get a leg on, girl! Don't make me come in there and get you - you've hardly done a lick of work all day."
It was much colder by the lake once the sun was down and there were only so many places close to the fire. Joseph and Isabella's father, John, let others have the warm spots by the fire and the settled in a few yards farther up the beach, each of them sipping at one last beer. They sat on legless camp chairs with blankets over their legs. Just as they were getting settled in, Isabella appeared and squeezed in between them, pulling half of Joseph's blanket over herself.
"Hi daddy," she said brightly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hi Uncle Joe," she said as brightly, but instead of a quick peck she crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him with her head turned so her father couldn't see. Gosh! Teasing him was fun! But then the adult's conversation took over her attention.
"You staying through the weekend Joe?" daddy asked.
"No, I gotta head back in the morning. Got a lot to do."
Isabella stiffened. I hadn't occurred to her that her uncle lived almost a hundred miles away on a ranch. No! They just... and she wanted... oh gosh! This was terrible.
"You look tired, boy. You got too much on?"
"Damn it John, don't call me boy. For fu..., for goodness sake, just 'cause you're a bit older than me...." He stopped, knowing he wasn't going to win that particular battle. "I got a huge new contract just last week. I'm super busy, and it's really hard to keep up, but the money's amazing."
"What you need is a wife, boy. You need someone to share in all that and take care of you."
"Yeah, that's what you always say. Don't make it any easier. I think the only way I can cope at this point is to get some help around the ranch. Someone who could do some cooking, a little cleaning and maybe help with the horses. Wouldn't be that much, but I don't know how to find someone willing to come way out to the house - it's near to thirty miles to town. They'd almost have to move in."
"That's gonna cost you a fortune, boy. Don't be stupid."
"Who you callin' stupid!"
"Look birdbrain - if you just need a little cleaning and cooking and babysitting horses, hell, either of my girls could do that. You could do that, couldn't you Isa-B?"
Isabella was so stunned she couldn't answer. Was her daddy suggesting that she go and live with Uncle Joseph?
"Isa-B, answer me. Would you want to go help out your uncle Joe for the summer? I'm sure he'd pay you what's fair and not work you too hard. You ain't doing anything around here anyway - and I'm sure your sister wouldn't want to miss out on that boy she's been mooning over. What do you say? You're going off to middle school in the fall, I think that makes you officially almost grown up - grown up enough to help your uncle out anyway. You willing to go live with Uncle Joe for the summer?"
"Oh! Uh... uh, sure daddy?"
"There, it's settled, boy. Damn. Why do I have to be the only one around this family can ever figure anything out? You best get packed up pretty quick Isa-B. Uncle Joseph's not gonna want to wait around for you in the morning."
"Okay daddy."
"Fine, I need another beer. And I think I'll go watch the fireworks with your mother. She likes that kind of thing." And with that daddy was gone.
"Jesus," Joseph swore. "Isa-B, you don't have to... I mean, if you don't want to... I'd understand. Just 'cause your daddy said..."
Isabella put her fingers to her uncle's lips to make him stop talking such foolishness. Behind her, the first huge flash of fireworks from across the lake lit up the night sky and she knew that everyone would be looking that way - away from her and her uncle. As quick as she could she slid into his lap under his blanket and kissed him. He kissed her back. Then she slid down along his body, disappearing under the blanket and tucked herself between his legs.
This is going to be so much fun! she thought as she unbuttoned her uncle's jeans and fished out his already near-rigid huge cock. As her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock and she started to stroke him with two small, determined hands, she heard the low, growling moan he tried desperately to hide, but that no one else could possibly hear over the roar of the fireworks. She was going to stay with him! And she could torment him, just like she was doing right now, whenever she wanted. It was going to be so much fun!
And this time she was going to swallow!
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