Cathy stays with her Uncle Bob, working at the Grain Elevator where she's
small enough to get into tight places.  Or she used to be.  When she tries
to unplug a pipe and gets stuck, the only way to get her out is to grease
her up and it's Uncle Bob who has to smear on the oil.  What happens then
affects the pipe in Uncle Bob's jeans, which leads to HER pipe getting
plugged up.  And it looks like it'll take nine months to get her pipe
cleared again.

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   Uncle Bob's Grain Elevator

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Cathy and her Uncle Bob lived in what could only be called a stop off
spot on the highway between two towns in southwestern Kansas.  There was a
small store and gas station, run by an old lady who had no family.  She
lived in the back of the store.

   The only other thing in the place was the grain elevator, which Bob
managed for the local Co-op of farmers.

   Cathy had lived with him since she was eleven, for the most part. 
Technically she was "visiting" Uncle Bob.  But she went to school in the
county where Uncle Bob lived, and she had her own bedroom in the little
house set out behind the tall elevator silos.  And, because her mother was
an alcoholic and her father was gone all the time on business, she chose to
live with her Uncle Bob for practically the whole year.

   It wasn't a legal arrangement or anything like that.  She just lived
with him because she liked him and she liked the solitude of being in the
middle of nowhere, where nobody bothered her.  She worked for him - with
him actually - because it would have been boring beyond words if she
didn't. She spent most of the days listening to music on her personal CD
player while she worked.

   The work wasn't really hard.  Most of the grain was moved by machinery,
but she had to do some shoveling and a lot of climbing to check on
equipment, or repair it, or clear clogs in pipes, so she got enough
exercise that her sixteen year old body was in tip-top shape.

   As a woman, she wasn't all that noticeable.  She had long brown hair
that she kept tied back in a pony tail.  Her face would have been beautiful
if she wore a little makeup, and if it wasn't dirty.  But she almost never
put on makeup, and her face was usually dirty.  The whole place, and
everything in it was always dusty and dirty, including her and her Uncle.
Her body was well developed, with nice round breasts that were capped with
long sensitive nipples.  She almost never wore a bra or panties because she
got undressed and dressed at least six or seven times a day.

   You see, when you work with grain, you live in dust.  The dust
penetrates everywhere and everything.  There is grain chaff floating in the
air all the time too, and it gets into clothing and begins to chafe and
itch horribly.

   So, both Cathy and her Uncle had to strip down and jump in the shower at
the elevator a lot, sometimes as often as once and hour.  That was why
Cathy usually wore one of her many sets of halter tops and loose shorts. 
They were easy to skim out of, and quick to get into.  Over the years Cathy
had developed the ability to strip, wash off the itching dust and then get
dressed again in under five minutes.

   And, because she had started working for him when she had no breasts at
all, both she and her uncle had become very casual about being seen by each
other in the nude.  There were certain times of the day when there wasn't
much business, and those were times when Cathy and Bob headed for the
shower.  If Cathy got there first, Bob would simply wait until she stepped
out to dry, and then he'd step in to get clean.  If he got there first,
Cathy waited until he came out dripping and then she slipped in to wash the
itch off her skin.  Whichever was last out, the other had dressed and gone
back to work by the time that last shower was over.

   Bob, for his part, was also well suited to be out in the middle of
nowhere.  He'd gone to college on a football scholarship, but wasn't good
enough to be picked up by a pro team.  He'd had plenty of being well known
and sought after during his college years.  Girls sought him out as their
trophy date.  Teachers assumed he was stupid, and that they'd have to pass
him anyway, so they were unfriendly for the most part.  His teammates were
always afraid he'd steal their glory.  By the time he graduated he was
ready for "people" to stay in the city somewhere and leave him alone.

   When Cathy began to visit him and then to work with him and then to
actually live with him, he welcomed her, because she was bright eyed, and
smart and fun to be around.  She liked him for who he was, and not what he
could do for her.  Plus she was a good worker and small enough to get into
some of the toughest places that sometimes needed cleaning out.

   They happened to notice each other as 'male' and 'female' at about the
same time, but for different reasons.

   It was a hot Saturday afternoon when the conduit from bin #4 to bin #5
got clogged again.  It was a recurring problem that Bob had been meaning to
fix for years.  But Cathy was slim enough she could wiggle through the
access port into the conduit and break up the clog.  She'd done it lots of
times.  He had to hold her legs while she shimmied into and out of the
access port, because there wasn't anything else around to support her
weight and the edge of the port would be uncomfortably sharp unless he held
her up.  So when he yelled at Cathy to come with him to fix the problem it
was a normal situation, even though they hadn't had to deal with this
particular problem for more than a year.

   Cathy's mind that day, however, was not on her work.  At school the day
before she had been running an errand for Mrs.  Thompson, the math teacher,
who had sent a note to Mr.  Farmington, who taught shop and was the coach
for the combined Junior and High School.  She asked Cathy to deliver that
note.  It was right in the middle of classes, so the halls were deserted
and quiet.

   As she approached the Coach's office, she heard voices and it sounded
like someone was in pain.  Something had made her hesitate, instead of
barging right into the office.  Instead, she peeked around the edge of the
door.

   Empty.

   But there was another door on the other side of the office that went to
the locker room.  She tiptoed to that door and peered into the locker room.
She stifled a gasp, for there, on a bench, was Connie Simmons, the head
cheerleader, and she was naked as could be!  She was lying back on the
bench, with her legs spread wide, and feet on the floor.

   But what was making it hard for Cathy to breathe was that Coach
Farmington, equally nude, was also straddling the bench, leaned over
Connie, and his big fat adult penis was buried in Connie's teen pussy!  He
was lurching forward and backward and Cathy could see his boner sliding in
and out of Connie's wet looking pussy.  It was Connie who was making the
noises, and they didn't sound like she was in pain any more.  In fact she
was moaning "Yes, Coach, keep going ...  yes, I'm almost there ...  deeper
...  yes YES!!" About then Coach Farmington said "OH SHIT BABY, I'M RIGHT
THERE WITH YOU ...  GONNA SHOOT ...  GONNA SQUIRT!!!"

   And then the coach shoved that boner way deep inside the teenager and
held it there.  Cathy saw his butt cheeks clench and she knew that his
penis was shooting spurts of semen into Connie's pussy.

   It had made her knees weak.  She'd backpedaled quickly into the office,
where she left the note from Mrs.  Thompson, and then ran back to class,
where she arrived panting, and not all just from the run.

   So, as Cathy followed her Uncle up to the access port for the conduit,
she was looking at his butt in the tight jeans he favored, and wondering
why she'd never noticed how shapely and hard that butt looked.  Then she
blushed as she realized what she was thinking about her own Uncle.  Then he
bent over to remove the bolts that held the access port on and his butt was
pointing at her again.  It waved in the air as he moved and she was so
tickled by the whole situation she started laughing.

   Bob, of course, was clueless, and when he turned to look at his niece
she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.  Instead she reached around him
and slapped him on his butt, which only seemed to make her laugh even
harder.  He twisted and turned, thinking there must be something stuck on
his jeans.  She laughed so hard she had to sit down.

   Finally she got control of herself as her chest heaved, and she begged
off telling him what was going on.

   "Later, please" she chuckled.  "If I try to explain it now I'll just get
going again."

   She hopped up, stuck her arms into the access hole and waited for her
Uncle to lift her lower body up so she could wriggle into the hole and
along the conduit to where they both knew the clog was.  Bob did just that.

   But Cathy had grown a lot since the last time they'd had to work on this
conduit.  Her breasts had grown several inches and their hard teenage flesh
didn't give much.  When they got to the edge of the hole Cathy couldn't
pull on anything with her hands to get her breasts inside.  She yelled to
her Uncle to push and, without stopping to think about why it was so much
harder to get her in than it had been in the past, he pushed.  Her breasts
dragged painfully over the rim of the access port, but then popped in.

   Then her hips got stuck.  They too had swelled with her ripening
womanhood.  Again, Bob just pushed.  He should have realized Cathy was too
big to get into that pipe, but he wasn't thinking.

   As a result, Cathy got into the conduit.  And she got to the blockage
and cleared it.  But when she got back down to the tube that led to the
access port, she couldn't get her legs turned to get into the T that led to
the exit.

   "I think I'm stuck, Uncle Bob" she called to him.

   "What do you mean you're stuck?" said Bob.  "Just come out the same way
you went in."'

   "I can't" she complained.  "I can't get my legs into the T.  Wait a
minute" she called.  He looked into the T and saw she was backing up, going
past the T.  He stared as her breasts came into view and instantly had an
epiphany as to what the problem was.  She'd grown up.  Then her face came
into view.  "I'm going to try to come out frontward, instead of backwards"
she said.  She began to wiggle her upper body into the T.

   That worked, until she got to the access port.  Her hands came through
and Bob started to pull, but then she yelled "WAIT!  OWWW!  STOP!!"

   Bob stopped.  His niece's head and shoulders were out of the port and
she had a pained expression on here face.  "I think my boobs are stuck" she
said.

   "Your boobs" Bob said stupidly.

   "Yes, I have them, you know." she frowned.

   "Oh ...  uh ...  of course.  Maybe I can just pull you out." he said as
he reached for her arms.

   "NO!" she yelped "That's what you were doing before, and it hurt ...  a
lot."

   They were in a quandary.  The only way he could get the port away from
her was with a cutting torch.  They couldn't do that, obviously.  Then Bob
remembered how he'd had to get one of his rings off one time, when he'd
gained some weight.  He'd smeared soap all over the finger and then the
ring had pulled right off.  He told Cathy about the idea.

   "It soundS like a good idea, but how are we going to get the soap in
here?" she said.

   They figured out that if she went back into the T, with her arms
sticking out of the access port, there might be just enough room for Bob to
get one of his hands into the port to smear soap on her body.

   They tried.  He got a bottle of dish soap and she scooted back.  But all
he could reach was the halter top.  He could get soap on that, but it just
soaked in and when they tried to pull her out it still hurt too much.  It
was Cathy who got the idea that if he could reach it to get soap on it, he
could reach it to untie it.  He did, and a moment later pulled out a dirty,
soap stained garment, that only moments before had been tenderly cupping
her teenaged breasts.  As it hung from his hand, Bob stared at the garment
and thought just that.  His cock stiffened and he tried to think of other
things.  Then it occurred to him that he now had to smear soap all over her
naked body inside the tube.

   That made his rod get even stiffer.

   "What are you waiting for Uncle Bob?" she called.  "I'm starting to get
worried in here."

   "Um ...  sweetie ...  I'm going to have to ...  touch you." he said into
the hole.

   "Of course you are you Dodo!" she barked back.  "And I wish you'd
hurry!"

   Bob got his hand soaked with slippery soap and slid it in past her
shoulders.  He rubbed all over her back and then, taking a deep breath, ran
his hand around to her breasts.  He realized then just how much his niece
had grown as he felt the heavy swell of her mams and the hard nubbins that
crowned them.  She made a noise and he stopped.  "What?" he called.

   "Nothing" came her muffled response.  "I think I need more."

   So Bob got another handful and then slid his hand in and ...  got
another handful.  Then he wiped his hands and pulled on hers.  Her head
popped out of the hole again.  She was red in the face.  He pulled and she
winced.  He pulled again and she said "Wait!"

   He stopped and then said "On the count of three blow all of your air out
- empty hour lungs, OK?"

   She nodded and he counted.  On the count of three he gave her a second
to empty her lungs and jerked hard.  Her upper torso popped through the
access port just as she dragged in enough air again and yelled "OWW!!" One
of her hands pulled from his and flew to her now hanging breasts.  "That
HURT!" she yelled.

   Bob, flustered, said the only thing that came to mind.  "It's OK.  I'll
kiss it and make it better."

   Her head snapped up and he blushed as she said "Just get me out of
here." He pulled again.  She slid for another six or eight inches and stuck
fast again.  He tugged and she frowned.  "Now my pants are caught."

   It didn't take long to arrive at the conclusion that more soap was
needed, and that that soap needed to be applied to bare skin after her
pants were unsnapped and unzipped.  Then, they thought, her hips might
slide right out of them and out of the hole.

   It was a trial for Bob, though most people would have been thinking
about poor Cathy.  What made it tough for Bob was that he had to hold up
her upper body while he soaped up her lower body.  She was facing down when
they started, her breasts hanging prettily below her.  To hold her up he
had to put his hands on or near them.  He kept trying to touch her
someplace else, but eventually she snarled "They're just boobs, Uncle Bob."
Then he cupped one, while the other rested on his forearm.  That gave him
access to her butt through the hole.  Her pants were loose enough he could
slide his hand into them and soon his hand was roaming all over her tight
teen ass cheeks.

   Cathy was having a hard time deciding how she felt.  At first she had
been scared that she'd be stuck in the pipe forever and maybe even die. 
That fear had gone away.  When her Uncle's soapy hand had slid all over her
breasts, she felt a tingle of pleasure and that made her think of Connie
and the Coach.  It hurt like hell when he dragged her tender breasts
through the access port, but that pain had pretty much gone away.  When he
said he'd kiss them to make the pain go away she'd had a flash of anger
that he was teasing her in this situation.  But when she saw his face, and
how embarrassed he was, she thought about it again and wondered just what
that might be like.

   Now her Uncle's strong hand was cupping one of her sensitive boobs, and
the feeling was quite nice.  When his slick hand slid into her pants onto
her butt cheeks she quivered.  That felt nice too!  She turned her head to
say something and saw his crotch right there.  There was a lump in his
pants!  There was a BIG lump in his pants!!  She knew what was making that
lump.  She'd seen one of those in action, porking the stuffings out of
Connie.

   She felt a tickle in her own pussy.

   Bob realized he had been rubbing Cathy's ass for several minutes.  He
cleared his throat and said "OK, that's got the back.  I need to turn you
over I think."

   Together they worked her body until she was face up.  That didn't help
Bob at all, because now her gorgeous teen titties were staring up at him
while he supported her from underneath.  Cathy looked up at him wide-eyed
and he felt compelled to say "I'm gonna have to ...  to touch you ...  down
there."

   She grinned and said "I know.  Don't be such a ninny.  It's just skin."
Then, for reasons she'd never know, she reached up and grabbed her Uncle's
face in both hands.  Pulling it down she kissed him on the lips.

   It wasn't a spit-swapping kiss, but it was WAY more than the average
niece gives the average uncle.  When she let him go she said "I love you
Uncle Bob.  Thank you for helping me." Had she been able to see the front
of his jeans she'd have seen a small dark wet spot beginning to develop on
them.  Bob was leaking love juice.

   Bob was breathing hard now.  Part of that was the physical effort of
holding up Cathy, but a lot of it was the fact that Bob hadn't had a woman
in over five years.  Now, he had a half naked, good looking woman in his
arms and was about to slid his hand right to her sweet spot.  He couldn't
help but be turned on to "Max Heat".

   He slid his hand over her naked belly as she sucked it in to give him
the maximum room to work.  He had more room because she could do just that.
He felt for and unbuttoned her jeans shorts.  Then he felt for the zipper
and pushed on it, little by little until it was about half way down.  He
tugged sideways on the unzipped part and felt the zipper go down some more.


   Then he pulled his hand out and drenched it in soap.

   Cathy felt her Uncle's hand slide over her abdomen again and sucked in
her stomach muscles.  She trembled as his hand went lower, his fingertips
just touching the sparse blond hairs on her mons.  The big hand went
sideways to one hip bone, and then back to the other one.  It rubbed all
over those bony protrusions.

   Cathy wanted to spread her legs.  She blushed as she realized that.  But
his hand felt so good.  He pulled it out and she spoke "More.  I know I
need more."

   Bob nodded and got more soap on his hand.  Then he slid it back into her
pants, this time going wider to the sides of her hips and getting that area
all soapy.  It drifted back to her mons, tentatively, and she sighed. 
"There" she said "Put some more right there."

   Bob shuddered as he felt his fingertips playing with the top of her
hairs.  When she said to put more soap there, he felt his penis leak a
dollop of precum.  He knew it was wrong, but he wanted to feel her, to
stroke her, to feel her lush woman flesh under his fingers.

   He pulled his hand out, covered it with soap - the last of the soap he
noted distantly - and slid his hand toward her on-button.  This time his
fingertips didn't stop at her hairline.  They dipped to the very top of her
slit, waving sideways to coat her pubes with the slippery stuff.  One
fingertip went low enough so that as he stroked back and forth, it grazed
lightly the sheath protecting her little teen clitty.

   Cathy sighed as she felt the fingers caressing her so close to the spot
she knew now she wanted him to touch.  Again she felt the urge to spread
her legs, and this time she didn't tell herself she was being stupid.  His
touch was different, not like he was only interested in making her
slippery. Instinctively she knew that, if she wanted it, she would become a
woman this day.  That idea didn't bother her nearly as much as she thought
it might.  She wished he'd slide his hand just a little lower.

   But he didn't.  As he realized he now wanted to finger and fuck his
sweet young niece, Bob jerked his hand out of her crotch before he did
something he couldn't explain to her.

   Then, with a surge of adrenalin that was only partly because he was
worried about getting her out, he grabbed her under her arms and gave a
mighty jerk.  Her soapy hips slid through the hole neatly while the cloth
caught and bunched up.  In the few seconds it took them to realize their
plan had worked, Cathy slid naked from the pipe, her pants drooping in the
T as their support vanished.  Cathy sagged back against her uncle as he
tried to get his hands off her naked body.  Then she stood up, turned and
threw her arms around him.

   This kiss WAS a spit-swapping tongue-lashing kiss and at the end of it
BOTH people involved knew EXACTLY what the other person was thinking.

   Cathy said "Thank you so much.  I was afraid I was going to die in
there."

   Bob, more relaxed now with his arms full of naked niece than he'd have
ever thought possible responded "Any time, pumpkin, any time at all." Then
he held her back and, for the first time, without shame, he gazed at her
mud-streaked naked body.  "You need a shower." he announced.

   Her response set his blood boiling.  "You do too.  Let's take one
together."

   Five minutes later Bob and his lovely young niece were entwined in the
shower, washing each other, or at least going through the motions.  Cathy
was fascinated with the hard rod of flesh that poked her in the stomach and
this time Bob didn't keep his hand from sliding deep between her legs.  As
she jacked him gently, he reciprocated by sliding a long finger deep in her
pussy and hooking it so that her clitty was smashed nicely.

   No words were necessary as they quickly dried each other off and pulled
at each other, heading to Bob's bedroom and his big queen bed.

   Five minutes later Cathy discovered just exactly why Connie had been
making those noises, as her Uncle Bob's rampant prick burrowed deeply into
her pussy and began to slide in and out.

   Her first orgasm left her breathless and limp, but able to completely
concentrate on what his penis felt like as it invaded and then abandoned
her nubile teenage pussy.  When he stiffened, like Coach had, hunched over
Connie, Cathy knew that she was about to feel what Connie had as Coach had
sprayed her pussy full of his hot adult sperm.  The jets of hot wet stuff
splatted into Cathy's belly and she cooed as she felt each one.  Her hands
went to her Uncle's buttocks, pulling him even deeper into her, wanting to
get his seed as deep into her as possible.  She loved the feeling of his
essence flowing into her body.  As she felt the last of his warm wet
offering flow into her she said "I sure am glad I didn't think to tell you
to soap up the conduit, instead of my body." He collapsed on her laughing.

   They couldn't linger in bed, like both wanted to do.  They'd already
been gone from the office for too long.  They dressed silently, but both
somehow knew that what had happened was a good thing, that they'd do it
again - many times.  Bob fretted that he'd blown his wad in the girl
without a rubber on and told himself he'd have to lay in a supply of
condoms.

   They managed to work for two more hours before their lust caught up with
them again.  Cathy was leaning out the scales window, talking to a farmer
whose truck was on the scales, and her shorts-clad ass was sticking out
into the room where Bob was operating the testing probe.  As it dropped
it's sample into the hopper and Cathy told the man it would be a few
minutes for the test results Bob walked up behind her and put his hands on
her hips.  He pressed his fresh bone into her ass and grinned delightedly
as she pushed back.  He couldn't see the farmer, but Cathy was chatting
with him like the pro she was.

   Bob couldn't resist.  He reached around and unsnapped her shorts.  She
wiggled her hips slightly and the shorts fell with a plop to the floor. 
One foot stepped out of them and she thrust her now naked ass at him as she
spread her legs wide.

   It didn't take Bob long to bare his straining prick, which he then slid
effortlessly into her pussy from behind.  Cathy, trying to maintain a
conversation, asked the man about his family so she wouldn't have to talk
and, as he went on and on about his kids, and his wife and the stock and
crops, she just smiled and nodded as her Uncle fucked her pussy to a nice
quiet cum.  Then, as she felt his peter swell and burst she clamped down
hard with her pussy muscles, holding his cock hard as it fountained that
nice sticky load into her pussy.

   That night they slept together in Bob's bed.  She found out how
completely different a man's tongue felt in her pussy and licking all over
her sweet spot, and she joyously learned how good his big knobby prick felt
as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft.  She decided that the only
thing that tasted better than Uncle Bob's spunk was the taste of his kisses
after he'd eaten her pussy and made her squirt.  Then he fucked her until
they were both too sore to go on, and pounded more spooge into her womb
than he'd thought he'd be able to make in a week.

   Somewhere, along the way, over the next week, thoughts of condoms and
pills and safety fell by the wayside again and again as, every time they
needed showers to stop the itch, they took them together and scratched two
itches at once.

   But the nights were best.  They could open the windows and, in the cool
evening breeze, lie naked on top of the bed, exploring each other's bodies
as, again and again, he stroked her pussy with his rampant prick and filled
her pussy to overflowing.

   Still, incredibly, it took him almost a year before he knocked her up.

   She was six months pregnant before her father even noticed.  He blamed
her mother and sent the girl to live with her Uncle at his elevator where,
he hoped, the man would be able to keep her out of trouble until she was 18
and he wasn't responsible for her any more.

   He made sure to send some money to her each month so she wouldn't come
home and bother him.
   


  
Uncle Bob's Grain Elevator