MY WEEKEND HOME ALONE WITH MY NIECE

BY WORSEL

[ part 1 ]

Note: this is a fantasy. None of this actually happened, nor should it.

One beautiful weekend in May I had expected a weekend alone. My daughters were Scouts – my younger daughter, Abby, was a Brownie and the other, Sara, was a Junior, and my wife was a Scout Leader. They – several Scout troops led by several leaders (all women of course) – were going to spend Friday night camping out inside the science museum in the city, just over an hour away from our suburban town. They would do activities at the various exhibits, see the Imax move, then try to sleep on hard floors surrounded by hundreds of restless girls and dozens of despairing women. On Saturday morning they would leave the science museum before opening time and go to Camp Pocahontas for a day to do the usual Scout camp activities. It was too early in the year for swimming or boating at the waterfront, but they would do Scout craft, field sports, leather work, basketry, rifle range, campfire skits, etc. – and then sleep in drafty cabins overnight.

I was to be left home alone, and do what any nearly middle aged man does in those circumstances – drink, sleep in, masturbate, then do yard work.

Only a few minutes after my wife and daughters left I got a frantic phone call from my brother Joey. “Ken,” he began, “I have to go to Kuala Lumpur for a couple of days. I’ll be back on Tuesday. Can you look after Faith until then? I’d really appreciate it.” Faith was his twelve year old daughter.

“Of course, no problem,” I said. Faith was a sweet girl, and we always got on well together. I only regretted that I would probably have to subtract masturbation time from my weekend plan.

My brother had been married to a lovely Asian American girl, Amy, who turned out to be batshit crazy. It wasn’t just that she had left the mainstream Church they got married in to become one of those fundamentalists who deny reality, she had been beating her own children, which, as they say, left them with ‘issues’. The divorce left her with monthly supervised visitation rights, and my brother with a shortage of people willing to babysit his difficult kids. “Is little Kenny staying with Grandpa and Grandma?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, “but they say that both of them at the same time are too much to handle.”

“Yes, I can understand that. Mom and Dad aren’t getting any younger, and Faith and Kenny are into that sibling rivalry thing, aren’t they? So when are you dropping her off?” I asked.

He lived about an hour away. “Ten minutes,” he said. He had one of those newfangled cell-phone thingies that worked from inside a car, and a lot of confidence.

The Dad and daughter jumped out of the Ford Exploder, my brother threw out a bag, then jumped back into his SUV. ”Sorry, I don’t have time to talk, I have to get to the airport. Comes with working for the God Damn Military Industrial Complex..” As my little brother drove off into the sunset, my niece said “Hi Uncle Ken,” and wrapped her arms around me.

Neither of us had eaten dinner yet, so I started to cook one of my favorite meals, Coq-au-Vin. Then I discovered there were no chicken breasts in the refrigerator, so we warmed up frozen pizza instead. Faith loved it, I thought it tasted like cardboard.

We were watching Disney cartoons on the VCR when Faith yawned deeply. Even though it was still quite early, I said “Seems like you’re pretty tired. Why don’t you go take a bath and get ready for bed. You can sleep in Sara’s room. I’ll tuck you in when you’re ready.”

“Ok,” Uncle Ken. She got up off the couch, picked up the overnight bag her Dad had dropped off with her, and went to take her bath.

A little while later she came into the living room wrapped in a towel and carrying the overnight bag. “Uncle Ken?” she inquired meekly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I answered. “Why haven’t you changed into your pyjamas?” I asked.

“Daddy left the wrong bag – this one has his clothes in it.” She started to cry.

“Oh honey, don’t worry,” I said, getting up and going to her to give her a hug. We can find something for you to wear tonight in Sara’s room, and we’ll pop the clothes you wore today into the washing machine and they’ll be ready for you for tomorrow,” I said soothingly, rubbing her back to calm her. We went to Sara’s room together and found her sleepwear drawer. “You choose something you like, and I’ll take your stuff to the laundry room, OK?”

“Ok, Uncle Ken,” she said not crying anymore. She gave me a one handed hug, holding the towel to herself with the other hand.

I took her clothes to the laundry room and started a load of a pair of shorts, a tee shirt, white socks and purple panties. She would be needing a bra soon, I thought. I looked at the panties and had a sudden doubt – these were somewhat bigger than my daughter Sara’s. I hoped Faith would be able to find something that fit her from Sara’s clothes. I gave them a sniff before throwing them in the washer and starting it up.

I was back in my chair in the living room watching the Bill Moyers show, when Faith came in wearing a summer weight bathrobe that didn’t come anywhere near her knees. Faith was nearly five feet tall, and quite thin. She had long lustrous black hair, and lovely Asian features and skin.

“Uncle Ken?” Faith asked, coming up to my chair.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I replied.

“Would you please tie me up,” she said, untying the bathrobe belt and handing it to me. She turned her back and crossed her wrists.

“Sure Faith,” I said. “I can do that.” I took the soft cotton belt and wrapped it around her wrists several times. I left enough for frapping, leaving each wrist in a tight, yet comfortable loop. Now this sounds like terrible behavior for an Uncle, but my brother had insisted that I talk with her therapist, and she had explained that it was best to indulge her, for now.

“So why do you want to be tied up? I asked.

She sat down sideways on my lap and cuddled up with her head on my right shoulder. I supported her back with my right arm, and put my left hand on the only resting place available, her bare thighs. Without the belt the robe fell open revealing her small developing breasts and the flawless skin of her tummy. Aside from the bathrobe, she was wearing a pair of my daughter’s pink panties that were definitely too small, covering almost nothing, shaping themselves to her vulva, and showing wisps of black pubic hair above the elastic band. I noticed there were little Winnie-the-Poohs printed on them. “My God, but you’re beautiful,” I breathed.

“No I’m not, I’m ugly,” she whined.

‘Oh damn,’ I thought. ‘The teen girl self image delusion.’

“No you’re not,” I replied firmly. “You’re the most beautiful niece I have ever seen.” I can’t resist the temptation, my hand starts to wander over her body, stroking her from her knees up to just short of her little tits. “But never mind that, tell me why you want to be tied up.”

“I’m your only niece, so that’s not saying much. I want to be tied up because I’m horny and I’m afraid that if I’m not tied I’ll touch myself down there and go to Hell.”

‘Oh, not self image – worse’, I thought.

“Faith, sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with touching yourself, masturbating, it’s perfectly harmless. God didn’t create us with the ability to make ourselves feel really good and then forbid us from doing it. Only people who have really strange thoughts about sex think that. Unfortunately some of these people run some big Churches and the Taliban, and the Church your Mom got involved in, and so forth,” I tried to explain to her. “Masturbation is something we don’t talk about in our culture, but nearly everybody does it – it’s OK. Now sex in general, is best when it’s two people who love each other, but you have to be mature enough for that. Before then playing with yourself is a perfectly cromulent activity.”

She giggled at the neologism from ‘The Simpsons’.

“Oh Uncle Ken, my therapist has been telling me that too, but I can’t, I just can’t …” she said, with surprising maturity. “But my idea was that – would you like to fuck me Uncle Ken?”

‘Wow,’ I thought. “Let me think about that for a moment,” I said, idly stroking her from knee to breast. “I have three answers: ‘yes’, ‘no’, and ‘no’,” I said confusingly, “and the vote is two to one for ‘no’”.

“Huh?”

“My first answer, ‘yes’, that’s because you’re beautiful and I love you. My second answer, ‘no’, is because you’re too young, and I love you. At your age you might not be hurt physically, but emotionally you are not ready yet. My third answer is ‘no’, because I love my wife and I promised to be faithful to her, and I love my brother, your father, and he trusts me not to let you come to harm while you’re in my care.”

“But you still love me?” she asked meekly.

“Yes, of course little one, now and forever, but only as an Uncle should,” I replied, still idly stroking her from knee to breast. .

She gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Should you be touching me like this?” she asked disingenuously.

I jerked my hand away and said “I’m sorry,”

“But I want you to do that Uncle Ken,” she said. “It feels good and I need to feel good.” She took my hand and pulled it to her breast.

So I resumed stroking. I went a little higher than before, letting my hand cover each breast in turn, stimulating the nipples a little, then sliding my hand over her belly down to her too tight panties. My fingers explored the folds on top of the pink cotton. The moist pink cotton.

“Uncle Ken?” Faith interrupted.

“Yes sweetheart?” I replied.

“I think that if you touch me over the panties much more I might jump up and run away,” she said seriously. “Don’t you think you should tie me more securely?” she asked.

“If that’s what you really want,” I said. She nodded. “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.” I went to the garage where there’s a pile of rope of various kinds and lengths.

Faith was still there, waiting patiently. I untied her wrists and she quickly shed the short little bathrobe and the too tight panties. She took a few steps to the couch and laid herself down, stretching her arms above her head for me to tie them. I looped rope several time around each wrist making knots to keep them secured, and tied the other ends to the couch legs. I removed the back cushions to make more room for her, then, spreading her legs a far as possible, tied them to the couch’s woodwork. She smiled, and I smiled, and got back to stroking, and started fingering her moist slit. I used a finger to slide along the folds of her little cunnie, finding her opening and her clit. She began rocking her hips up and down to meet my hand. I slipped my middle finger into her wet vagina. It went in easily – it seemed her hymen had been penetrated some time before (I didn’t care to speculate how, I was busy) - and I moved it in and out while using my other hand to finger her clit. Her hip thrusting became stronger and her breathing louder. I felt her vagina contracting rhythmically in orgasm. I stopped fingering her and resumed a slow gentle stroking of her body until she relaxed and opened her eyes.

“That was wonderful Uncle Ken!” she said breathily.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I answered awkwardly. I untied all the ropes and sat down on the couch. She crawled up onto my lap and cuddled up. We talked some more.

“Uncle Ken?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I can feel you penis and I know it’s hard. Can I play with it to repay you and make you feel good like you did for me?” she asked.

“It’s really not a very good idea…” I began, but apparently that wasn’t going to stop her, she was busy pulling my shirt off, and I didn’t stop her. I didn’t stop her when she got to her feet and pulled me by the hand. I followed her to a comfy chair. I didn’t stop her when she undid my belt and pulled my pants down. It was a commando weekend, so I wasn’t wearing underwear. She pulled off my shoes and socks.

“Kneel on that chair and let your hands hang down over the back,” she ordered. I did, and she tied ropes onto my wrists as I had recently tied hers, and she tied the other ends to the chair legs. She pushed my knees apart as far as I could get them, and tied them to the armrest support. She stroked my back, rear end, and thighs. She tickled my feet for nearly a minute, which got us both giggling silly. She let her hand run up the inside of my thigh and started tickling me behind the balls. I was really hard of course, and she had just started to stroke my cock, rubbing precum around the head, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh!” shrieked Faith. “I forgot to tell you. Mommy’s coming for her supervised visitation at nine o’clock. That must be her.”

She scampered off to the front door, still stark naked.

“Wait Faith, don’t open the door!” I shouted in panic.

She yanked the door open, screamed “Mommy!” and jumped into her mother’s arms. She had been abused by this woman, but she still loved her.

“Well,” she said, “this is quite a welcome. “And where is Uncle Ken?” she asked. She walked in, carrying Faith. “Oh, I see him. Well Ken Delgon,” she said. “Up to your old tricks?” she asked. She put Faith down and came over to the chair I was tied to.

I excitedly said “Um, I’ll explain, just untie me and….” My voice trailed off has I felt her hand on my ass, rubbing it briefly, then cupping my balls in her hand.

Had I mentioned she was batshit crazy? I was terrified she was about to…

She let go of my balls and slid her had up to my rapidly deflating penis. “Don’t worry,” she said, giving my penis a gentle squeeze. “I’ve been taking my meds, and I’m not going to do anything to lose my visitation rights,” she said calmly. “Joey told me stories about you, and him, and the girl next door,” she continued.

“I…” I began to speak.

She swatted my butt. “Shush,” she said. Spotting the little pink panties on the floor, she picked them up and stuffed them in my mouth. She then used the bathrobe belt to hold them in, winding it around my head several times and tying the ends together in back. “I only have one hour to visit with Faith so I’m not going to waste it dealing with you. You can supervise just fine from here. She grabbed one of the arms of the chair and yanked the chair around so I could see the couch over on the other side of the room where Faith was sitting.

“Here Faith,” said her mother, why don’t you put this robe on, and then you can sit next to me and we’ll talk.” And talk they did. Mostly they kept their voices low so I didn’t hear much of the conversation. Some was serious and some was happy and some was silly with giggles from both daughter and mother. I was pretty sure Faith told her mother what had happened earlier.

At the end of the hour Amy got up from the couch and came to say a few words to me. “Ken,” she began. “I got to know you pretty well before my illness, and I trust you not to go any farther with Faith. Keep in mind she is a delicate child. I trust her too, and obviously,” she said dryly, patting my ass a few times, “you trust her.”

“You will tell Joey that I followed the Judge’s rules exactly: I stayed for an hour, I was supervised, and I didn’t get upset or upset the children, right?” she asked.

I grunted “Uh-huh” into my panty gag, and nodded affirmatively.

Mother and daughter walked to the front door together and exchanged good-bye hugs and kisses on the cheeks. She whispered a few final words into Faith’s ear, which made her giggle. They separated and Amy left the house. Before Faith swung the door shut she called out: “Oh, and put a towel or something on that chair so he doesn’t stain the upholstery.”

Faith came over to me and began speaking seriously. “Mommy says that you are right about masturbation, but that petting between an Uncle and a Niece is wrong but since I really needed it it’s understandable. She said you should be punished for it anyway. She said I should take some string and tie it around your scrotum so your balls stick out, and then spank your butt hard with a kitchen spoon, but to be more gentle when I spank your balls.”

I grunted into the gag imploring her not to do that and to let me loose, but to no avail, of course.

She went into the kitchen, and came back with some string and a wooden spoon. She used the string as her mother had instructed. Then she began whacking my butt with the spoon, and soon I was in considerable pain. Now and then she used the spoon to deliver a small pat on my protruding balls, which was enough to bring tears to my eyes. When she saw this she would come over and give encouraging words into my ear and give me a little kiss on the cheek. “It’s almost over now,” she said. “Just a few more.” At some point she had taken the little bathrobe off and was again as naked as I was.

After some period of time, which was probably not as long as it felt to me, the spanking ended. “It’s nice and red now,” Faith remarked, rubbing my ass cheeks with both hands. Eventually her hands returned to my balls and she removed the string, giving my sore balls a gentle rub and my sensitive perineum a nice tickle. My cock responded and she finally starting stroking it vigorously, rubbing her arm against my thighs and ass as well. It didn’t take long for the towel protecting the upholstery to serve its purpose.

Faith untied me and asked, “Can we have milk and cookies now?”

I felt I needed something stronger so I poured myself another glass of wine and got milk and cookies for Faith. We sat at the kitchen table consuming our snack. Faith yawned deeply and said, “I think I’ll go to bed.” I led her to Sara’s bedroom and tucked her in. I finished my wine and went to bed myself.

I had just fallen asleep on my side when I heard Faith come in saying “Uncle Ken, Daddy took my teddy-bear off to Kuala Lumpur with him and I can’t fall asleep, can I sleep with you tonight? Without waiting for an answer she crawled under the covers and snuggled up to me, and I put an arm around her, with my hand ending up on a breast. She wiggled her naked little butt onto my stiffening penis.

“Faith,” I said, “I think we had better roll over.” Which we did. She snuggled up to me again, this time with her arm around my waist. We slept soundly ‘til morning.