AUTHOR	Tesseract
DATE ADDED	18th January, 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/f, inc, preg

On the surface, Martin was your typical once married, once divorced, middle aged loner.

But the kinds of things most people never mention aloud, except in rumor circles, are curiosities about people, Martin in particular, and things that he did (or does) that make them uncomfortable.

Martin was an ogler.

He didn't leer or be suggestive, or even make kissing sounds, or whistling noises. He just happened to be a sexual "Walter Mitty", imagining himself with female after female in a variety of scenarios.

Obviously, he was a James Bond fan, often taking (mental) turns with the pulchritudinous females that dotted the landscape of those movies.

But, in and of itself, being like Walter Mitty doesn't make you unstable. ACTING on those urges would do so.

Unfortunately for Martin, perhaps because his tastes knew no boundary, he would be caught by his (now) ex-wife, staring furtively at females of EVERY age, nieces on both sides of the family included!

It was probably one of the nails in his marriage's coffin.

Whenever the chance presented itself however, Martin's conscious barriers prevented his imagination from taking control of his actions. He not only baby sat often, but was the favorite uncle of the seven kids on his blood side, and for quite the right reasons: He played their board games. He helped with their homework, and he answered questions they would never ask their parents.

Ofcourse, subjects like sex came up (no pun intended). Martin answered as many questions as he felt the kids were ready to learn about, and he tempered those answers with rationales for each point of view with respect to the experimentation kids were likely to perform.

Despite the most well meaning thoughts, and his accurate information that might have prevented his nieces and nephews from being easily seduced by the lure of early sex, all this talk about so salacious a subject triggered Martin's imagination, so that before they were even in high school, Martin had taken the maidenheads of every single one of his nieces... not literally, just in his masturbation fantasies.

The youngest (and the most troubled) was his favorite niece (Misty). She had a father who was drunk way too often. The result was verbal abuse of everyone in the household and a daughter that eventually made some bad decisions, just to spite him!

For instance (and unknown to Martin), she had discarded the birth control pills that her mom had gotten for her. Her mom knew how she (herself) grew up with the pressure to experiment, so she made sure her daughter would not get derailed by a high school pregnancy.

Unfortunately, Misty saw that as the perfect way to spite her father while getting away from him; except that she forgot her uncle Martin's lesson about not trusting young boys who would have their own gratification in mind, and not the consequences.

Fortunately, fate reprieved Misty in that she just didn't get pregnant, but it was because she chose immature young boys whose techniques (and certainly virility) weren't up to par.

Unfortunately, by the time she went to college, because of her father and the lousy boys she had been intimate with, Misty grew to distrust, even dislike all men in general.

But she had needs, and the predatory females that always seemed to surface at these vulnerable times put moves on Misty that left her disoriented, in the sexual regard.

They weren't so tender or sweet talking that she turned gay, but they were a lot less intimidating and self absorbed than boys.

Uncle Martin was one of the guests at their latest Thanksgiving dinner, and he noticed the unmistakable rancor between father and daughter, and dad wasn't even drunk on this occasion.

Originally, he chalked it off to "that time of the month", especially when Christmas dinner, just about a month later, proved to be more of the same.

He mentioned it to his sister-in-law, Misty's mom (Sherrie), who spoke in such a way that Martin sensed that she feared her daughter was already a confirmed man hater, and that meant she was inches away from (if not already) becoming a lesbian.

Sherrie gave Martin her daughter's phone number at school and her ".com" and pleaded, "You are Misty's favorite uncle. She'll TALK to you. Please call her. Anything you can do for her would be greatly appreciated."

Well, Misty was in the next state, so the ".com" was way less expensive, but it was also less personal.

The first E-mail was ignored, then the second, third, fourth, and fifth!

Finally, Martin E-mailed his niece that there must be something wrong if she couldn't even respond with something so succint as "fuck off," so he would be arriving on campus next Friday unless he heard back from her.

That Friday, remembering that he never bluffed with the kids - if he told them to go to bed, "or else", they KNEW that there really was an "OR ELSE" - Martin arrived on campus and was steered to his niece's dorm.

That they shared the same last name made it easier to convince the hall monitor who he was, and Misty was summoned to the main desk.

Misty was rather perfunctory in her greeting, but dutifully led Martin to her room.

"First things first," Martin said, "Is your roommate..."

"Gay?" Misty finished. "Not at all, and she's away for three more days, if you mean to have a scream out with me."

Misty had it all wrong, and had lumped Martin in with her father, since they were brothers.

"I came all the way down here because you're hurting, and I'd like to know why." Martin began. "I mean, if you need me to put a hurt on someone, I can do that, but it won't erase your pain. I don't see you as the revenge type."

Misty got, well... misty, as her flood gates opened. She was dying to tell someone, and uncle Martin was as close a male relative as she had to confide.

Over the course of the next hour, Misty opened her heart to Martin, telling him of her failed dates, the pawing, the blow jobs, the premature ejaculations, the gay encounters, and then finally, even her desperate attempt to seduce her older brother, who totally rejected her!

"You can't blame Mickey," Martin said, referring to Misty's brother. "He's the one boy you CAN'T blame, since incest is still so 'verboten'."

"Why not?" Countered Misty, "He's done cousin Cyndi!"

The shock of that revelation on Martin took a few minutes to fully sink in, and recalling how incredibly hot Cyndi is, Martin's imagination caused his penis to swell as he imagined Mickey banging away at her.

Misty noticed this immediately and called him on it, "See? I mention Cyndi and you get an erection!" Her hurt was evident.

"I was actually picturing Mickey doing you, honey!" Martin lied, knowing it would be good for Misty's psyche.

Misty just didn't have those "come hither" looks. She wasn't ugly by any stretch, but she wasn't a ten, and her hips were already starting to widen like her mother's. Yet, she kept trying to date boys who usually dated better looking girls; hence they treated her as a sex object, which wouldn't be so bad if they made sure she got her 'nut' too, and those bad choices haunted her.

Knowing Misty was on the pill, Martin didn't try to scare her with pregnancy warnings about incest with Mickey, and he found himself taking Mickey's place (mentally) inside his niece's honey pot

and his throbbing tool strained at his trousers as he eyed Misty up and down.

Misty noticed this and drew a quite logical conclusion. She perked up at the notion that uncle Martin got a hard on over her.

"Uncle Martin," she began...

"Baby, it's just 'Marty', okay? Don't make me feel so geezer-like!" He cut his niece off.

"Marty?" She began again, "Could you possibly see, I mean would you... do me... this favor of..."

Seeing his niece stammering like this, and wrestling with the words, Martin knew he would have to do SOMETHING for her. Anything else would be rejection, and right or wrong aside, rejection was the last thing Martin would let Misty suffer at this point.

He asked her, "Baby, the truth now, have you ever had an orgasm?"

Martin figured to teach Misty how he recaptures fond moments, masturbating.

Misty's surprise answer: "How would I know?" (It really suggested, "No.")

As Misty made the first move by taking off her top, Martin fell into place, and soon, uncle and niece were naked and staring at each other's bodies.

After Martin hovered over Misty, his manhood pointing angrily at her moist slit, he scooped her into is arms and gently laid her down on her bed.

Then, he realized that he might shoot off too soon, so he changed tactics and told Misty he ws going to make sure she had her first orgasm, right then.

Lowering his face between her almost plump thighs, Martin licked the spunk from her slit, using his thumbs to pry open her labia so he could get every last drop!

Misty's dewy eyes stared up at the ceiling as she whispered, "Oh, Marty, please be the one to make me whole!"

Marty tongued his niece's love button, then darted away to her vaginal opening and left some 'dew' there.

Back and forth, he kept suckling Misty until her hips started fucking back at his face. Then, he grabbed her buns and forcefully helped her buck up against his probing tongue until she crushed her thighs around his ears as years of rejection were washed away by the flood of her orgasm.

But Martin renewed his oralizing until Misty had another wave, then another.

She was ready for Martin to enter her, but he told her there was no need as her orgasm was the main objective.

Since she DID just cum repeatedly, she didn't equate this with rejection, even as Martin suggested dinner, out.

Martin had spilled his seed on the bed, with his vivid imagination working, and he was still trying to avoid that last barrier, especially since it no longer seemed necessary.

At the campus pub, they were seen by several 'Misty' acquaintances, and two of them could be overheard asking her, "Are you trying to sleep for an 'A'?"

She said, "Absolutely." She didn't want to ruin it by admitting she was out with her own uncle.

Dinner was fine. Misty's psyche was soothed. All that remained was for Martin to see her back to her room and drive home, but Misty was beckoning for another go on the bed with Martin, and she wanted to go "all the way".

Martin kept hearing it in his head, "You can't reject her, now!"

This time, Misty wanted Martin laying on the bed while she swooped over his missile, but he reminded her, "Honey, I don't need this. I was happy giving YOU pleasure. I'm somewhat proud that I gave you your fist real orgasm."

Misty said, "And I love you for it, but I think I need more. I need to feel a man inside me while I'm cumming."

Martin said, "Well, if you insist!"

Then he lowered her to the bed again and hovered over her, dipping his now rock hard penis against her lips as he straddled her head.

When she had gotten him nice and wet,

Martin trailed himself slowly down her body, stopping to suckle Misty's now swollen nipples, as his penis hovered over her furry down.

Misty was now feeling warm again, and another set of feelings was enveloping her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, but when Martin ran his turgid tip along her engorged slit, she opened them as she winced in surprise.

"No, Marty," she pleaded, "I want to swallow it!"

Marty smiled at the gesture but pressed himself inside his niece and rotated his hips, gaining full entry.

Momentarily overcome by her emotions, Misty closed her eyes again and began to breathe heavily as her uncle slid further and further inside her, pausing only momentarily to gain lubrication.

Fully seated now, Martin pulled gently back and began to fuck his niece slowly but surely.

Misty finally accepted these movements, but tempered Martin, saying, "Okay, but I still want to drink it down. Pull out when the time comes and let me finish you orally."

Misty's glove soft and new glove tight vaginal passage was a pleasure that Martin had not expected. He vowed to prolong this as long as possible and to remember it, forever!

Coupled with the fondling of a breast and the gentle pressing of his lips to hers, Misty was soon on the verge of the blockbuster orgasm that Martin so desperately wanted her to achieve.

And the fucking got faster.

Martin kissed a nipple before trying something he had never done with his wife, who was just not lithe enough. He lifted Misty's pelvis completely off the bed as he knelt upright.

He was now pounding her, holding her buns in mid air, about two feet off the bed.

Misty saw this as an easy way for her uncle to pull out and feed her his orgasm, which was scant seconds away.

Misty blew first, practically screaming as she felt her pussy flood.

But Martin sped up even more, getting ready to really explode his man juice.

"Now, Uncle Martin!" Misty begged, "Take it out now and feed it to me!"

But Martin sped up even more!

At that point, Misty realized he was going to cum inside her, and she felt utter female joy that he wished to make her pregnant.

She conceded, "Okay then, cum inside me and let's make a baby. Oh, I love you, Uncle Martin!"

Martin hardly heard her as his penis erupted several steaming chords of jism deep inside his niece's body and whose angle currently allowed his sperm a down hill ride to her womb!

Martin gently lowered Misty's buns to the bed, even as he continued to pump more semen inside her, with every new thrust.

Then, as if on delayed reaction, Martin asked her, "What do you mean by: baby? Your mother put you on the pill, back in high school."

"It's a long story," Misty confessed, "But I stopped taking them almost immediately. That's why I wanted you to cum in my mouth!"

"But I clearly remember you saying that you wanted to feel my orgasm inside you baby." Martin misquoted.

Holding back a giggle, Misty corrected Martin, "I said I wanted to feel a man inside me while 'I' cum, not while HE comes!"

"Well, baby," lamented Martin, "You got the deluxe package!"

"All this talk about pregnancy seems to have triggered something inside me," Martin continued, "I've gotten hard again inside you baby!"

So, throwing caution to the winds, the incestuous couple performed an encore, and swallowing was still not required.

When Misty DIDN'T turn up pregnant, Martin was ambilvalent. At first blush, he was relieved, but it also suggested that his or Misty's 'equipment' was awry, so he had himself checked out.

That's when the doctor discovered a "mass" in Martin's vas deferens.

It turned out to be benign, but unless removed, Martin couldn't father any children.

"So, it's like a vasectomy, but without the vasectomy, doc?"

Knowing of Martin's love of the James Bond genre, the doctor said, "That's right, 006 and a half. You currently have a license to thrill!" He smiled wryly.

Nowadays, when Martin is "visiting" his favorite niece, which is quite often, she only requests that she be allowed to refer to him and introduce him as "professor".

To this day, every time Misty achieves another wonderful body shaking orgasm as her favorite uncle rides bareback, she always cries, "Uncle!"

BACK TO MAIN