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Subject: STORY - Naughty Niece - M/f, BDSM, Incest
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A sexy young girl at an isolated cottage thinks her handsome
uncle is just the thing to relieve her boredom. But she picks the
wrong man to tease, as she soon finds herself across his lap with her
hands tied behind her back.
As the sun set her uncle cooked dinner. Emily changed out of her
bikini into a pair of red nylon shorts which were so low slung they
would have showed her pubic hair if she'd not trimmed it. They
covered her buttocks, however - though just - so he really couldn't
complain. Atop that she wore a baby T, which hugged her like a second
skin and bared her midriff, and which very clearly demonstrated her
lack of a bra.
He didn't complain.
It's too hot," she whined for at least the tenth time.
Yes, it is certainly hot outside.
She gave him a sulky look.
There's no air conditioning. Deal with it.
"I'm not used to this kind of heat," he grumbled.
Are you going to make a bet or what?
She sighed and looked at her cards.
"If it's that hot just take off more clothes," he said with
a grin.
She stared at him in mock outrage. "Uncle Jeff! You're a
dirty old man!"
"I'm not old and I'm very clean, if a little sweaty. And
you haven't got anything I haven't already seen."
"You haven't seen these," she teased, cupping her breasts
through the baby-t.
She'd had a few beers.
"I've seen most of them," he said. "I can see your nipples
right through that thing anyway."
He'd had a few beers, too.
"Uncle Jeff!" she protested, holding her hands over her
breasts.
They're just nipples. See? I got `em too.
He was bare chested and pointed at his own nipples
That's not the same thing!
Look the same. Well? You betting?
She glowered at him and, with an arm across her chest
holding her cards, threw a couple of chips into the pot.
They played for another few minutes, with her keeping her
arm more or less across her chest before she let it drop. In the
interim the press of her hot arm against her soft breasts had made
her sweat more, so that the top looked almost sheer. He could not
only see her nipples and areolas but it was very obvious both were
puffed up and perky, despite the heat in the small cabin.
"Maybe I'll teach you to swim," he said.
"People have tried to teach me to swim," she sighed. "I'm
not a good swimmer. I don't like swimming. I like floating. "
'Kind of like work. You don't like working, but you want to
make money."
She shrugged.
"No discipline," he said, slapping her hand when she tried
to steal some of his chips.
Ow!
No cheating, brat.
I wasn't!
He blew a raspberry at her and she stuck out her tongue.
I can think of better places for you to put that tongue,
he said.
She smirked and gave him the finger.
Is the new place going to have air conditioning?
"No electricity, no air conditioning. That's what the lake
is for. Go take a dip."
"In my underwear?" she sniffed.
"You're underwear covers more of you than those tiny little
bikinis do."
"Maybe I will then!" she said.
And with that she jumped and went out the open door. She
trotted down the path to the lake, then out onto the dock, and he
watched as she jumped off, shaking his head and wondering what she'd
look like when she came out.
Pretty damned good, he thought, as she reached behind her
and twisted the water out of her hair. The baby-t was now
transparent, and he was betting she knew it perfectly well as she
strolled back up the narrow path and in through the door. Her body
was still soaking, and water was trickling down her neck as she sat
back down across from him.
"That feels good," she said with a sigh.
Your top is see-through now.
She smiled and shrugged. "You said I had nothing you hadn't
seen before."
She reached down and peeled her top up and over her head,
smirking at him as she bared her breasts. Then she bunched up the
baby-t, reached across the table to hold it over his lap, and twisted
it so water poured down. He cursed and jumped up and she laughed
uproariously.
He reached for her and she twisted aside, leaping to her
feet with a squeal. He caught her near the door and they both tumbled
onto the sofa. He pulled her across his lap and slapped her virtually
bare bottom as she squealed and laughed.
"Brat!" he shouted, slapping her bottom again, and again as
she wriggled and twisted and laughed and yelped in pain.
Her body was warm and wet and slick and the only thing she
had on was a tiny thong. Her wriggling and twisting forced him to
keep readjusting his grip on her body, and he used the excuse to move
his hands along her inner thighs, along her sides, his fingers
digging into the soft sides of her breast, his hand resting on her
bare bottom each time he adjusted her.
"Bastard!' she shouted.
He slapped her bottom with rapid little spanks and she
squealed and wriggled and yelled and demanded he stop.
"Say you'll be a good little girl and obey her uncle," he
ordered.
"I'll be a good little girl and let my dirty old uncle do
whatever he wants to me," she said.
"You don't have a dirty old uncle, brat!" he said, slapping
her wet little bottom again.
Oww! Bastard!
He spanked her again and then again, and then again, and
she moaned and gulped in air as he held her in place. He had her
wrists pinned together at the small of her back now, and his right
hand rested comfortably on her warm, soft little bottom.
"Say, I have the most wonderful and generous uncle in the
world," he said.
"No," she said breathlessly.
He brought his right hand down onto her bottom hard an she
yelped in pain.
Say it.
'No!"
He spanked her again, a little harder, and she cried out
and struggled briefly.
"Are you going to be an obedient little girl and not get in
my way when I'm working tomorrow?"
"I-I'll do whatever I want!" she said, panting.
He spanked her bottom sharply and again she cried out in
pain.
"You can't make me do anything!' she said, taunting him.
Five sharp hard slaps to her bottom drew more cries and her
bottom jerked and flinched to every blow. But she was not struggling
very much now.
Jeff's hand was no longer simply resting on her bare ass,
but was stroking back and forth along it as he eyed the tiny crotch
of her thong pressed tightly over her mons. It had tugged a little to
one side, and he could see the bare flesh of her pussy where there
ought to be hair. But he hadn't seen any hair at all.
"Nasty, undisciplined little brat," he said.
"You'll have to tie me up to keep me from doing whatever I
want!" she said challengingly, her voice breathless, and gasping
Don't think I won't, brat.
"Asshole! You can't even tie your own shoelaces! That's why
you have Velcro!"
She had taunted him before on having sneakers with Velcro
clasps, but they were a gift from her mother.
He slapped her bottom again sharply and turned to look
around. They were under a window. It was a small window with cheap
little curtains over it. But at some point the previous inhabitants
had fitted it with an expensive curtain rod with a curtain cord - a
cord he never used. Now he reached up and yanked the cord down. He
almost brought the curtain rod with it, but it pulled free, and he
grinned as he wrapped it around Emily's wrists.
She struggled, but not much, as he wrapped it around and
around her pinned wrists, then tied it off. When he let go she pulled
against it and moaned weakly.
Asshole! I'll be able to get out of it!
He slapped her bottom again, then lifted her off him. He
got a very good look at a very lovely pair of moist young breasts
before she squealed and turned away, but at that point he merely
lifted up on her wrists, forcing her to bend over. He gripped the
remainder of the curtain cord and lifted it up as she protested and
cursed him. He merely lifted it higher still, pulling her over next
to a post in the middle of the room, and raising the cord up high to
slide it over a hook there.
Emily was forced to bend over at a ninety degree angle, her
arms lifted high behind her back, almost straight up along the side
of the post as he stepped back to admire the view.
"L-Let me down! Uncle Jeff!" she moaned.
"You may address me as sir," he said loftily.
Sir asshole!
He sat down and picked up his beer, watching her as she
twisted a little and struggled. Her breasts hung straight down from
her chest, and she wasn't able to hide them at all with her arms
lifted up the way they were. Her face was red, and her hair was a
wet, tangled mess falling down around her head.
Let me go!
He grinned. "Say please sir."
Never!
He shrugged.
She cursed him and he smiled, still sipping his beer. "Boy,
nothing like a cold beer on a hot night."
She cursed him again and he shook his head. Such a nasty
little mouth. Maybe I should wash it out with soap. Then he noticed
something. Hanging from the vertical blind inside the window frame
was the thin plastic wand used to open and close them. A smile
creased his face, and he stood up, slipped it off the hook, and sat
down again, examining it.
It was thinner than his small finger, thinner than her
small finger, very lightweight, flexible, and about two feet or so
long.
"I don't think you want to feel this on that round little
ass of yours," he said warningly, swishing it back and forth through
the air.
You wouldn't dare! You bastard!
Discipline," he said. "Now, how about that promise?
Kiss my ass!
Okay.
He swung the wand around and it slashed across her bottom.
He didn't swing it hard, and she sneered at the force of the blow. He
swung it again, harder, and she yelped weakly.
"Big deal! It's probably thicker than your cock!" she said.
He swung it harder still, and she yelped and twisted.
"You don't want to be thinking about my cock when you're
all tied up and bent over there, girl," he said.
Pervert!
Slut!
He swung again, connecting solidly with her tight little
ass, and she cried out in pain, twisting away, or trying to. She
turned so that her head was towards him and her bottom protected. He
grinned and extended the wand, poking it into the soft flesh of one
hanging breast. She squealed and tried to turn away, and he slid it
underneath and then snapped it up against the centre of her breast,
over her nipple.
Ow! Shit! You fucker! You can't hit me there!
"I just did," he said, smirking.
And then he did it again, and she yelped again, twisting
around. Now he slashed it sideways across her bottom and she cried
out in pain.
He began to rain blows on her buttocks now, steady, hard
blows that sent the thin plastic wand cracking into her gleaming
round cheeks as she yelped and cried out and cursed weakly - and
moaned.
A-all right!" she finally blurted. "I-I give!
You do, eh? So you'll be a good little girl?
He slid the wand between her thighs and then up against her
pussy.
"Pervert!" she said in a weak moan.
"Slut," he replied, rubbing the wand back and forth
against the thin wet crotch of her thong.
"I'll be a good girl," she said, panting.
"Say I'll be a good little slut and won't get in my
wonderful uncle's way."
No!
'He whipped the wand down across her red bottom and she let
out a cry of pain.
"I'll be a good little slut and won't get in my wonderful
uncle's way!" she blurted.
He stood up and stepped up in front of her. He reached down
for her tangled hair and slowly forced her head up and back as she
groaned and winced and rolled her eyes up at him.
"Y-You have a hard-on, Uncle Jeff," she said with a
breathless smirk.
"So I do," he said.
Her face was level with his crotch, and his shorts were
bulging.
"If you're hot you can just take your shorts off. It's not
like you haven't got anything I haven't seen."
He undid his shorts and let them drop, and she inhaled
sharply as his cock sprang out thick and long and gleaming, throbbing
red with hunger and stiff with need. She licked her lips as she
looked at it. Her mouth was open, at least in some part because of
the pull on her hair. He stood there, his cock inches from her mouth,
both of them seemingly frozen in silence.
His heart was pounding, and then, almost without conscious
thought, he thrust himself forward and heard her muffled cry of
surprise as his cock drove right through her open lips and into her
mouth. He didn't say anything, but tightened his hold on her hair.
Her lips closed around his cock and she began to suck
almost at once, and he felt an intense wave of relief as her tongue
started to work on him and he felt the suction against his throbbing
cockhead.
"Ahh, you gorgeous little slut," he sighed. "Maybe you're
not so bad to have around."
She was devouring his cock, slurping and sucking and trying
to lick, but she couldn't move her head much. He started to pump in
and out, and the pressure within his groin grew even heavier as he
watched his thick shaft slide in and out of his beautiful young
niece's mouth.
"That's it. Suck that cock. Suck that cock, slut," he said,
panting. "You hot, horny little bitch."
He still had the wand in his other hand, and for a moment
he stared at it, then brought it down on her bottom again. She yelped
around his cock.
"Suck harder, slut. You can do a better job than that," he
growled.
Emily moaned and redoubled her efforts, but he swung the
wand down against her buttocks again anyway.
"That's it. Suck. Suck. Suck," he said, timing the words to
his thrusts.
She was gagging now as he drove the head of his prick too
deep.
"Yeah. Yeah!" he panted, his hips working in and out, in
and out.
Suck me off, slut. Suck my cock. Drink my come.
He thrust too deep, and he felt a little shock ripple
through him as his cockhead pushed into her throat. He almost yanked
himself back at her gurgling, gagging sound, but instead thrust
forward, driving the whole long length of his shaft down his niece's
throat and jamming her face in against his groin.
"Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck!" he cried, slicing the wand down
across her bottom in hard, sharp blows. "That's it! Swallow my cock!
Oh, shit! You hot little slut! Deep throat my prick!"
Emily had little choice, of course, but he was elated with
the feel of her throat squeezing and spasming around his cock, with
the sensation of having her lovely lips wrapped around the base of
his shaft and her nose jammed into his groin.
Emily was in a state of nearly uncontrollable sexual heat
and hunger. It had started out hot and wild when her uncle had
spanked her, but this rope thing, tying her wrists, that had done
something to her mind, triggered all sorts of dark, thrilling
fantasies that made her insides quiver and shake.
She had still believed there would be nothing but toying
and playing, teasing and maybe a little groping. But then his cock
had come free, hard and beautiful, thick and long, pointing right at
her face. She'd been shocked, and the hot, throbbing furnace within
her had stuttered a bit as she had contemplated the reality of what
might happen, and whether she wanted it to.
And then, abruptly, he'd thrust his cock into her mouth!
She'd been shocked, stunned, at first, but then a flash fire had
raced through her body and mind and she'd begun to suck, moaning in
heat and hunger as her uncle pumped his cock in her mouth and she
tasted his maleness. Her lips were forced wide, and she felt terribly
used, wonderfully used as his big prick punched into the insides of
her cheeks again and again, rammed against the roof of her mouth,
slid back an forth across her tongue.
When he'd gone down her throat she'd been stunned again,
frightened, at first, not of dying, of course, but of throwing up.
That would have made her like so childish, so stupid, so disgusting
in his eyes. It had been all she could do during those first minutes
as his cock had jammed itself deep into her throat, to control
herself and fight back her stomach.
And as she'd succeeded she'd come to learn a measure of
control over her gag reflex. A girlfriend had once told her that it
wasn't merely a physical reflex. That you gagged if you thought you
should gag. After all, people swallowed food all the time without the
slightest problem. But one little finger tickling the entrance to
their throat could make their stomach turn.
As she began to feel some confidence that she could take
the big cock her uncle was pumping inside her she gagged less. That
didn't make it easier to breath, though, and her face was soon
covered in sweat as her head throbbed and her chest burned from lack
of oxygen. She became light headed a few times before he remembered
to pull his cock free and let her breath.
But she was elated. She had learned how to deep throat a
man! She could think of how that would shock, stun and amaze some of
the guys she knew. Oral sex, after all, was something she often
performed on guys she liked. It wasn't like it was sex - exactly. All
the girls did it. But none she knew could deep throat a guy, so she
would be up on all of them.
But there was more to it than that. The heat burning her
mind and body was coming from too many sources, too many wild flights
of sexual excitement. She was tied up, and he was - he was raping
her mouth! Her throat! That was so nasty! And when he whipped her
stinging ass while he was doing it, and pulled her hair she just felt
incredibly used and degraded.
She didn't know why that made her hot, why it made her
pussy throb and burn, but it sure as hell did. And she wondered if
she might actually come just from sucking a man's cock.
He drew back a few inches, and thrust himself home again,
drew back a few inches, and buried his cock in her mouth and throat
again. Each time she gurgled and gagged wetly, and the feel and sound
were too much for him. He spewed deep in her throat, and Emily felt
dazed with triumph and wicked excitement, feeling his semen pumping
out in wave after wave, spurting and spurting until she felt as
though her stomach was going to fill up with her uncle's semen.
He pulled his softening cock out, and she coughed
violently, saliva drooling over her lower lip. Her eyes were glassy
and she moaned weakly.
"Not bad," he said. "Maybe I should return the favour.
Jeff moved behind her and then dropped to his knees. His
big hands pulled her thighs apart, and he stared at the crotch of her
thong, then opened his mouth wide and jammed his face forward.
She let out another squeal, her hips jerking forward, but
he pulled her back against him as he sucked and chewed lightly, as he
mashed his face into her pussy and licked her through the thin
cotton. He chuckled and drew back a bit, then peeled the tight crotch
aside to reveal her glistening tanned flesh beneath. He hesitated,
surprised then delighted to find she had not a single hair there. He
ran his fingers gently up and down her soft skin, marveling at how
smooth it was.
Very nice," he said. "Made for eating.
He opened his mouth wide once more and then took her entire
pussy into it, growling and sucking, his tongue whipping up and down
along her slit as she wriggled and bucked and jerked against him. He
laughed and drew back, then slid a finger into her, twisting it from
side to side. He added another, his cock twitching as he felt the
smooth, tight, warm flesh pressing down around his fingers.
He leaned in and licked at her clit, then took the flesh
all around it into his mouth, sucking and licking, pulling at it as
her bottom jerked and rolled and she moaned in startled pleasure. He
had his two fingers far enough into her that his thumb was hooked up
across her wrinkled anal opening, and he wondered what she'd do if he
put his tongue there. But no, that would be for later. For now - he
would see how the teenager reacted to something less kinky.
He pulled his fingers out and used his hands to spread her
bottom apart and push back her buttocks. Then he really went to work
on her clit, licking and sucking, massaging it with his lips, halting
every now and then to run his tongue up and down along her pussy and
lick along the inside of her sex lips. He could hear nothing coming
from her but incoherent gasps, moans, curses and yelps as he
delivered a particularly startling sensation.
He felt her approaching the brink, though. Her bottom was
jerking harder, bucking back against him. Her gasps and moans were
becoming more breathless, more passionate. He pushed his face in
deeper, then thrust two fingers up into her pussy again, spreading
them a little inside her, twisting them, pumping them. Her voice
started to rise in a wail and he thrust his thumb against her anus,
driving it inside her.
Her wail became a cry of passion and her bottom jerked
back in a frenzy as he licked and sucked furiously. She gurgled and
gasped and her ragged, grunting and moaning was more than enough to
guide him in what he was doing, and to sense it as she fell off the
plateau and sank back down to earth.
He eased his tonguing, shifting his tongue away from her
clit, gently tracing the line of her sex. His fingers remained jammed
in her pussy, his thumb now working gently in and out of her anal
opening. He eased his tongue up and began to stroke it along her
perineum, that small, but deliciously sensitive bit of skin between
her pussy and anus, and she groaned weakly in response.
His thumb jammed deep into her ass now, twisting from side
to side, and she shuddered and her bottom pushed back against him. He
grinned, working his tongue back down along her slit, spreading it
with his fingers and pushing his mouth in to drink her moistness.
Then he moved back to the perineum, getting her used to the feel of
his tongue there, something new she had probably never experienced.
His thumb was pumping slowly, driving in to the hilt,
twisting, then pulling out. His fingers were pushing up and down in
her pussy, as well, and he now moved back to her clit, letting his
tongue slide slowly and gently across it.
U-Uncle Jeff," she gasped. "I d-don't - ohh! Oh! Jesus! Oh God!
He had her clit in his mouth now, and was sucking on it
hard, rhythmically. It would be uncomfortable for her - at first,
something not quite pain. But as her bottom squirmed he knew that the
sensation was changing.
She was a very responsive girl, he thought with a heady
sense of excitement and anticipation. His mind raced through the
possibilities of what he could do with this gorgeous little nymphet,
of what he could get away with, of what would be eye-opening to her,
and draw her further into wanting a sexual relationship with an old
man - a man old enough to be her father.
Yes, he could do things to her her boyfriends had probably
been too impatient or inexperienced to do well, and he could
introduce her to new ideas, nasty new pleasures that would make her
gasp in kinky shock and pleasure.
And he already had a strong clue about where at least some
of her current fantasies lay. She had gotten very turned on when he'd
put her over his knee, when he'd tied her, when he'd made her
helpless and punished her. So just how deep did her fantasies about
sexual bondage go? He would test her limits and see.
Her bottom was starting to jerk back against him again, and
her breathing had become ragged and passionate. He eased up and ran
his hand over the smooth skin of her buttocks, then drew back and
tugged her thong completely down, lifting her ankles to pull it free.
He stood up and looked down at her, his cock already half hard again.
He pulled up his shorts. He would wait.
He went into the cupboard and searched out a few things as
Emily moaned and called out to him in confusion and disappointment.
U-Uncle Jeff?
He returned and dumped his things on the chair, then gazed
up above him. He dragged the chair over and then stepped on it.
Reaching over, he unhooked the curtain cord he'd bound to the post
and tied it to a longer rope, then fed the rope over a rough ceiling
beam overhead.
Emily looked up, panting. She groaned in relief as her arms
were able to ease down somewhat, but then he pulled up on the cord
and her wrists were lifted up high once more, though not quite as
high as before. Still, she made no protest.
He had moved her away from the post. Now he knelt and tied
a thin rope around her right ankle. Emily looked down breathlessly,
watching as he pulled her ankle out to one side, and then tied it to
the post.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Quiet, my little slut. I'll take care of you when I'm
done."
He tied another rope around her other ankle, and pulled
that apart, too. She let out a little squeal as her arms were forced
up even higher. But he ignored it, binding her other ankle to a wall
brace.
"Now this is you at your best," he said, standing behind
her. "What a perfect view of your perfect little ass."
"Uncle Jeff," she whined.
He ran his hands over it, then cupped her pussy, feeling
her thrust herself back against him.
He chuckled and moved around beside her, then knelt. He
gripped her hair and twisted her head down and to the side, then
surprised her by crushing his lips against hers. She moaned into his
mouth, her eyes wide, startled, but her tongue soon began to push
back against him in youthful excitement and exploration.
He drew back, and reached down for the thin cord he'd
brought. He gave her breast a firm squeeze, eyeing the fat, swollen
little nipple, then pulled out a short length of duct tape and cut it
off. He pressed it against her mouth and she moaned into it. He
winked, then produced a plastic clothespin. He showed it to her, then
rolled his eyes at her breast. She moaned, and watched, her eyes
going wider as he placed the jaws around her right nipple.
He let the clothes pin snap closed and she squealed in
pain, her body trembling and shaking as she cried out into the tape.
Her head rolled and jerked and her eyes implored him to remove it. He
only smiled and held up the second clothespin, then snapped it around
her other nipple. Her body jerked violently again, her head twisting
from side to side as the pain burned at her tender nipples.
He waited for her movements to ease, then slid a narrow
cord through the hole in the first clothespin, tied it, and fed it
down to her big toe. He pulled, enough to stretch her nipple out a
bit, then tied it to her toe. She was making loud noises into the
tape, but her eyes were still wide, not angry, and she looked on in
astonishment as he tied another cord to the other clothespin, and
then pulled down, stretching her other nipple and tying it to her
other big toe.
He'd always liked cucumbers. But he abhorred waste. He had
large ones, but he also had a number of small ones for snacks. Of
course, a small cucumber was still pretty big. He showed her the
butter, then the cucumber, and she watched as he rubbed the button on
one half of the cucumber.
"Guess where this goes," he said.
Her eyes went wide and she shook his head. He laughed and
moved behind her. She was utterly helpless, now, her legs held apart,
her bottom raised. She could do nothing as he pressed the end of the
cucumber against her sex and began to push. She moaned and groaned
and her bottom twisted a little, but he simply continued to push, now
twisting it from side to side, slowly working her sex lips open.
It was a small cucumber, but it was still thicker than any
cock she'd likely had inside her. Her pussy stretched, the soft,
elastic lips clutching tightly around the green vegetable as he
slowly pushed it into her. He could feel the pressure fighting
against him as he eased it in, inch by slow inch, twisting one way,
then the other, then easing back, then pushing forward, watching it
slowly forcing its way into her tight young belly.
With three quarters of it inside her he eased off and began
to lick at her clit again. He slid his thumb, a little oily from the
butter, deep into her ass, twisting and pumping as he licked at her
clit.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
From the ebook The Naughty Niece - by Argus. Argus novels have been
published by Nexus, Olympia, Beeline, Silver Moon, Star, and Chimera.
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