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*** Girl on a Couch
   By Romany
   (M/g, incest)
   "That is so cute," Angie said looking at Emma snuggled against Nick on
the couch.
   Nick looked up at his wife and made a mock grimace.  His twelve year old
niece Emma had rolled onto the couch beside him as he dozed and her
appearance beside him had taken him by surprise; the girl shuffling her
back against him as she lay near the edge of the couch seat.  She'd taken
his upper arm and dragged it over her to make him hold her as they lay
together.  Nick was backed hard up against the back of the couch and Emma
backed against him.
   "You are such a good uncle, Uncle Nick," Angie giggled mocking him.
   Emma grinned at her aunt and half turned her head back to Nick and then
continued watching TV.  She'd been here two days and had settled in well
with her uncle and aunt; Angie being her mom's younger sister.
   "Have we only got one place to sit?" Nick said jokingly.
   "She just wants to belong, don't you sweetie," Angie said and perched on
the very edge of the couch and stroked her niece's, shoulder length dark
hair.
   She glanced at Nick; her meaning was obvious.  `Don't push the girl
away.'
   "It's nice," Emma mumbled as she was intent on watching Gossip Girl; a
show her mother thought was crap and she wasn't allowed to watch it at
home. "I like being here with you."
   "And we love having you sweetie," Angie said and bent and kissed her
niece's hair lightly.
   Nick felt trapped.  The girl was too close for comfort; literally, as he
had a raging erection and he had attempted to ease back so it wouldn't
press into her butt.  But she had moved when he moved.  He'd been lying
there feigning a doze, his mind a whirl of confusion as he slowly realized
the girl was well aware of his predicament.  As he moved his pelvis back a
little, she moved her butt and kept gentle pressure on him.  Right from
when she slid onto the couch beside him, she had pressed back into him a
little too hard.  Waking from his doze, he got the situation quickly and
despite feeling uncomfortable about her closeness, he had decided not to
get her to sit somewhere else.  Conscious the kid had been in the middle of
the emotional war going on between her parents; and Angie had said they had
to make her feel as welcome and wanted as they could.
   "You can stay there as long as you like sweetie," Angie said with a
giggle, looking teasingly at Nick.  "Unbing it in that he was stuck with
his young niece.
   She and Nick saw the closeness in a vastly different way.  For Angie
this was the platonic closeness of family.  To Nick it was a sexy little
preteen girl on the cusp of puberty, pushing her buns into his swollen
dick; and as such, inappropriate and potentially dangerous.  But
nonetheless, it was also very exciting.
   "Well my sweets," Angie said standing and stretching.  "I'm going to
have a nice long bath; you two can stay down here and watch the TV.  But
off to bed when this finishes, OK Emma sweetie," she said rubbing her
niece's shoulder affectionately."
   "Uh-huh," Emma answered; her eyes glued to the TV so she appeared not to
be listening.
   Nick lay still behind the girl; fearing any movement would increase the
pressure between them and in so doing, appear as if he was deliberately
pressing his groin against her butt.  He could feel the warmth from her
body against his front.  He regarded the situation that brought her here.
She came here to stay a week or so while her parents worked through some
serious marital discord.  He saw Emma frequently in the time he and Angie
had been married.  She had stayed numerous times over the years and he'd
seen her grow up.  Except last time he saw her, she was a skinny little
kid. Now she was on the verge of womanhood and the woman-to-be was very
evident in the girl.  As they lay quiet for several minutes, Emma lifted
her head and turned it back as if to try and see his face.  Only he was
lying directly behind her and she couldn't turn her head far enough.  So
she slowly rolled towards him so she was flat on her back; his arm still
draped over her.  She turned and now she could see his face.  Staring into
his eyes, she took the hand and moved it so it perched just above her
pelvic area.  He swallowed with an audible gulp.  Her stare mesmerized him.
Was it the deliberate action of a precocious temptress, or the casual
movement of a naive little girl seeking to belong?  His right arm was
pinned along her body and she lifted her torso and looked intently at him.
It was a subtle invitation to push the arm under her neck so they could lie
in his loose embrace.  When he didn't move, her eyes frowned briefly and
she moved herself against him by shaking her shoulders gently.  The
invitation was obvious and he slowly moved his right arm under her neck and
curled it up over her chest from the far shoulder.
   His right hand now lay on her chest just below her budding breasts.  As
soon as he had seemed comfortable to her, she laid her head back and then
she took his hand and moved it up so it draped across her right breast;
trapping it there under her own right hand.  He stiffened and swallowed
once more; still lying on his side with his cock pressed against her hip.
The movement could have been misconstrued as accidental; a subtle settling
to be comfortable.  But she gently pressured his hand onto the breast under
the housecoat she was wearing; a garment lent to her by Angie so as to
preserve her modesty when in her night attire.  The thin material did
nothing to disguise the definite firmness of her small bump and the nubile
nipple.  He swallowed hard and she gave a little smirk and turned her head
to stare up at the ceiling.  Gently stroking the back of his hand and
pressing down.  His heart was thumping with excitement of daring and of the
sexual tension he was feeling.  After what seemed like an eternity, as his
mind tried to compute if this was indeed a juvenile pass, or simply a naive
action of a young girl, he decided to test the situation.  He slowly moved
his fingers so he gently grabbed the shape of her breast.  She turned her
head briefly towards him and he stopped, fearful she knew he was groping
her.  But when he stopped, her hand pressed his hand again and he was
certain it was a signal to resume.  He slowly drew his fingers in and
cupped the small firm breast.  She sighed gently and he took this as a sign
she was comfortable with what he was doing.  He literally pressed on;
pressuring her breast with small squeezes.  She moved her shoulders as if
she was settling in and his hand became bolder and more obvious at stroking
her breast.
   She wore a short night dress underneath the thin housecoat but you would
never have known as the housecoat was buttoned at the neck and was long
down to her ankles.  After gently massaging her breast, he moved it to the
fold of the coat between two buttons and slipped his hand in.  Moving it
further across her he easily found her left breast pushing at her cotton
night dress.  He gently grasped it and he saw a small smirk come to her
lips.  She obviously welcomed his touch.  So they lay like this for some
time.  Emma occasionally moved restlessly with small movements; feigning to
settle in which saw her pressure his groin with her left hip.  Nick
realized the girl was making an obvious pass.  How could he be so dumb as
to let himself believe the first points of contact were accidental?  She
meant it; apparently played for it when climbing onto the couch.  And worse
still for Nick, Angie saw nothing wrong with her action.  He bet Angie
wouldn't be so happy about their closeness if she knew what Emma was
leading him on to.  He decided to see how far he could go to call her
bluff.
   Nick moved his left hand, still lying on her lower tummy.  She had
closed her eyes and he saw them flicker as his hand slipped between the
folds of the housecoat between buttons; as his right hand was still gently
feeling her breast.  He touched her bare thigh just below the bottom of her
short night dress and he felt her stiffen slightly.  Her eyes appeared
closed but he was sure she was peeking out from under her lids.  He moved
the hand slowly up her inner left thigh and as he neared her crotch, he
felt her stiffen and hold her breath.  Slowly he let his fingers fan out
and he moved his hand so his fingers touch her mound.  It was Nick's turn
to open his eyes a little with surprise.  She wore no underpants!  He had
expected to find panties or perhaps boxer shorts, but instead he touched
her bare labia, albeit fleetingly as he withdrew the fingers in shock.  She
clearly felt the ankle length house coat meant she didn't need underpants
under her short night dress.  Both Emma and Nick lay still; their senses on
alert waiting for what would happen next.  Nick tested her resolve by
moving the hand slowly off her breast.  She responded by twisting her body
a little so the breast came back in contact.  He smiled to himself and
deliberately squeezed the small firm plump mound.  She sighed and seemed to
relax.  He steeled himself for another raid on her sex.  This time he
gently cupped her mound with his fingers.  She stiffened instinctively but
then relaxed and splayed her right leg to the edge of the couch.  She had
opened herself up.  Nick's fingers curled inside her labia and he was now
gently massaging her slit.  She squirmed a little and seemed to get in a
comfortable position as her uncle proceeded to finger her sex expertly. 
Slowly sliding the fingertips up her slit and nudging her juvenile
clitoris. Then sliding them back under her; and a finger impertinently
stabbing into her tight dry vaginal opening.  All the while his right hand
working the breast rhythmically; squeezing the nipple harder now and
causing her to make little gasps as he pinched it between thumb and
forefinger.
   If he thought he had made the final move to take some control, he was
wrong.  Emma had a free hand on her left hip.  As she lay with her uncle
fingering her sex and breast, she slid the hand between them and found the
hard lump in his jeans that was pressing her left hip.  Her hand wasn't
subtle in movement or when she pushed it between them and grasped the cock.
There was no pretense it might be accidental.  They were groping each other
openly; while Angie slowly settled into a deep bubble bath upstairs.  He
knew his wife would laze in the tub for ages.  And when she got out, he
would hear the water race down the waste at the point she pulled the plug.
He was certain there was enough of an early warning system to warn him if
she got out and came downstairs.  He moved his hips against Emma's hand.
   "Take it out," he said quietly.
   She opened her eyes and turned to look at him.
   "Take it out...take my cock out," he ordered in a low tone.
   She hesitated for a brief moment then turned towards him and used both
hands to unzip his jeans; all the while Nick gripped her sex and her breast
with his hands.  She fished the cock out with some difficulty as they were
somewhat cramped.  As it came into view she stared at it and he was struck
with the thought she didn't seem at all in awe of it.  Had she seen a man's
cock before?  Had she held a man's cock?  She glanced at him and then back
at the cock and jacked it awkwardly, given the cramped space.  He didn't
want to let her cunt go so he pushed his hand further under her and lay
back so she could have a better chance at jacking him.  She got into a
position and jacked him steadily for a few minutes.  Occasionally she lost
concentration as his fingers were burrowing inside her tight hole and
distracted her.  Nick decided this was too tiring the two of them crammed
onto the couch like this so he finally sat up and disengaging himself from
her; he slipped over her and stood on the floor.  Emma lay back watching
him and he took his cock in hand and leaned in towards her head.  The
invitation was clear and once again she didn't seem fazed at his unsubtle
message for her to suck his cock.  Sitting half up with her back against
the end of the couch, she sucked him as he crouched with his hips over her
face.  His hands reaching back and slipping under her house coat and night
dress to resume finger fucking the little girl.  Once more he questioned to
himself if she had done this before.  She seemed too comfortable with what
he had done; as if it were nothing new to her.  He let her suck while his
hands were now working both her sex and her breasts.  At some point he
decided there had to be some further progress.  He gently pulled his cock
away from her and she lay back in some surprise.
   He undid the buttons on the house coat and she lay back with a sense of
bemusement and watched him as he peeled the house coat back revealing a
plain white short night dress with an embossed red heart on the chest.  Her
small breasts were obvious with the little nipples pressing against the
cotton.  He pushed the bottom of the night dress up exposing he crotch and
lower abdomen and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the plump sex
with the dark slit; a light shadow of hair on her chubby pubis.  Nick was
stroking himself with one hand as he exposed the girl's crotch.  There
seemed little else to do but fuck her.  He glanced at her briefly and saw
she had a little smile of expectation on her lips so he pulled her right
leg off the couch and she moved her left towards the couch back and drew
her knee up.  He nudged her to twist her hips out a little so he could move
between her open legs while standing in front of the couch.  With Emma
holding his shoulders he slowly advanced his cock to her dark slit; the
little girl lifting her butt off the couch as he zeroed in.  With a look of
pure bewilderment on his face, he slid into the girl with far more ease
than he thought he would.  There was little fuss from her and she lifted
her butt some more so he had a straight push into her.  His face a picture
of pleasant surprise, he shoved deep into the preteen.  He fucked her
without any hesitation.  It mattered not his wife, her aunt, was upstairs
in the bath.  He hunched over the little girl and she clung to him as he
bent his legs and shoved deep into her; Emma grunting and gasping as he
went deep inside of her.  She clung to him and cuddled him as he rutted
into her.  Pushing rhythmically back and forth and enjoying the tightness
of the girls cunt; lubricated by the copious amounts of precum brought on
by his arousal.  He had no conscience about her age and family
relationship. To him she was a nubile woman open and welcoming to him and
he fucked her without regret.  He came hard; shoving her with his effort so
she moved back along the couch.  Gasping and grunting as he came and she
held him tighter, also groaning and panting at the energy he was expending
on her.  She was tiring fast having him now lying over her and his weight
seemed too much to take.  Eventually he finished pumping cum into her and
he laid panting and chuckling lightly at his good fortune.
   After what seemed like a few minutes she pushed at his shoulder.
   "Get up...Uncle Nick get up," she said quietly in his ear.
   He looked at her with a fuddle of confusion in his brain.  The situation
flooding back and he grinned goofily at her.
   "That was so great," he sighed.
   "Uncle Nick...it's Aunt Angie...I think she's out of the bath," the girl
said in an urgent whisper.
   Nick's face changed from a look of satisfaction to one of alarm.  He
could hear Angie moving around upstairs and the steady hiss of the
bathwater in the sewer pipe from the upstairs plumbing.
   "Christ," he gasped and he jumped up.
   He'd passed out and had been lying on top of the girl for nearly half an
hour.  He quickly zipped up his flies and Emma sat up and then stood up,
and frantically did up the buttons on the house coat.
   "Into the bathroom...quickly," he said "Pretend you're just going to
bed."
   She walked quickly to the downstairs toilet and shut the door.  She
carried out a simple ablution to clean herself between the legs and heard
Angie bounce down the stairs.  Emma heard them talking and after waiting a
few moments, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands, then walked back
into the living room.
   "Hi sweetie," Angie said.
   She was sitting on Nick's lap dressed in a white toweling bath robe,
with her arm around his neck.  "Uncle Nick said you dozed off."
   "Yeah we did," she said with a nervous chuckle.  "I don't know how the
show ended up," she said.
   It wasn't a lie.  She had dozed off.  It's what caused it that Angie had
no idea about.
   "Did you fall asleep to?" Angie said turning to Nick.
   "I must have...if Emma says so," he laughed and winked at Emma.
   "Well I think I'll go up to bed," Emma said.
   "I'll be up to tuck you in sweetie," Angie said with a smile..
   Emma turned to go and Nick bid her good night.
   "Night Uncle Nick," the girl said sweetly and disappeared up the stairs.
   "She's a great kid," Angie said and leaned into her husband.  "Do you
think we'll have such nice children as Emma?"
   "I'm sure we will," he said and they kissed.
   "Then come upstairs and we'll practice some more for when the time is
right," she said with an impish smirk.
   She led him upstairs and as he went to their room, she stopped in and
bid Emma good night.  As she stooped to kiss the girl on the cheek, Angie
was struck by a faint odor that was vaguely familiar.  She didn't dwell on
it and turned the light out as she left the girl to sleep.
   ****
   Nick fucked Angie energetically; the couple going through the routine of
oral sex foreplay and Angie cumming hard on Nick's mouth.  Then she lay
back with her legs up as he ploughed into her and came hard a second time
that evening.  Angie had no idea how tired he was as he put up a passable
effort that left them both satisfied.  As Nick rolled off Angie and reached
to turn the lamp on the nightstand off, he caught a faint movement near the
partially closed bedroom door.  In time to see Emma's head withdrawing from
the gap.  She had been watching on her hands and knees; her head just
inside the door below Angie's eyelevel as she had lain on her back while
Nick fucked her.  Emma had been behind and to Nick's left so he could not
see her.  They both froze realizing they had seen each other.  They stared
at each other for a brief moment and then Emma brought her hand in view and
gave a little wave.  He gave a small nod in her direction and her head
vanished.  He stared at the door for a few moments and turned the light out
and lay back for Angie to cuddle into him.  There was something about the
kid he couldn't figure out.  He was sure he wasn't the first to have sex
with her.  She'd shown no real surprise at seeing or holding his cock as he
would expect if she was a complete virgin.  And her sense of position when
he was moving into her, and the way she held him as he fucked her,
suggested some experience.
   The next day being Saturday saw them all sleep in later than weekdays.
Emma had taken the week days off work, using some vacation time, while Emma
stayed.  It was about nine thirty that Angie came out of a languid doze and
realized the time.
   "Shit...I've got a hair appointment," she said.  "Ten o'clock.  I'm
gonna be late," and she skipped to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
   Nick slowly got out of bed and put his robe on.  He walked along the
hall, pausing at Emma's closed bedroom door.  He thought about the sex with
her on the couch and then her spying on him and Angie making love
afterwards.  She was a worry.  He had no idea how she had become like this.
The spying was bad enough, but she had definitely come onto him earlier,
that led to the sex on the couch.  Not that that was any excuse for having
sex with her.  He could always get into deep shit for that bad move.  He
thought about knocking and going into wake her but decided to head
downstairs.  He started to prepare some breakfast, thinking he could at
least make coffee for Angie to take on the go.  He made the coffee and got
the waffle iron out when he heard Angie upstairs moving around.  He heard
voices and then she came pounding down the stairs.
   "One milky coffee to go," he said handing her the special sealed
drinking cup she had for the car.
   "Thanks sweets," Angie said and kissed him quickly.  "Emma is getting
up...I said you'd be getting breakfast and not to shower until afterwards,"
she said racing to the door to the garage.  "I'll be home about eleven then
we have the rest of the weekend together," she yelled as she vanished into
the garage.
   He heard the car start and the garage door opening.  Soon she had backed
out of the garage so he went to the living room and watched her back onto
the street and then roar off down the road.  He stood there beside the back
of the couch and looked down at it.  This was the scene of his crime.  As
he stood running his hand along the black leather couch back, he heard a
noise and turned to see Emma walking towards him.  She had the house coat
on but it wasn't buttoned up and he saw the short night dress with the red
heart on the chest.  Her budding breasts were pushing against the thin
material with her nipples just evident.  Her hair was fluffed and looked
full of body as a result of the way she had slept on it; needing a quick
comb or brush through it.  It seemed to give her a mature look.  Nick
swallowed hard.  He was rooted to the spot staring at the girl.  Her
burgeoning body was obvious under the thin night wear.
   "Angie has had to rush to a hair appointment," he said.
   The girl held his gaze and there was a little smile on her lips.
   "I know," she said walking up to him.  "She's stopped by my room to tell
me," she added.
   Nick tore his gaze from her and looked out the window at the empty
street from where Angie had just left.  Emma came up to him and stood
beside him looking at the empty street.  He felt her hand gently slip into
his and he closed his eyes briefly and swallowed hard.
   `Oh Christ no,' he thought.  `I can't let this happen again.'
   He felt her pull at his hand and he closed his eyes as if pretending it
wasn't happening, as she dragged his hand between her legs; outside the
night dress.  He felt the swell of her sex under the cotton and he trembled
in fear and excitement.  He should stop this.
   "Emma...I...we...we shouldn't do this," he croaked as he turned to look
down at her.
   She had an almost dreamy look on her face as she pushed his hand against
her crotch.
   "I saw you last night," she said in a soft voice.  "With Auntie Angie,"
she continued, ignoring his attempt to stop the contact.  "It was
beautiful," she said in a dreamy voice.  "I'd like some more of that to,"
she said almost wistfully as she smiled sweetly at him.
   "Oh Christ," he gasped under his breath and his fingers finally
responded to her urging and he gripped her sex.
   The fingertips pushed back under her crotch so he cupped the little
girl's sex in his hand.  He took a deep breath as if to compose himself and
he took his hand from her sex and pushed the housecoat from her shoulders.
She smiled realizing he was going to give her what she was after.  As she
let the house coat fall from her arms to the floor behind her, he took the
bottom of her night dress and lifted it; Emma holding her arms up so he
could strip her.  He had her naked standing behind the couch.  He turned
her so her back pressed against the couch back, and he bent and kissed her
as he pushed a hand between her legs.  He slowly began to finger her sex
and she moaned and looped an arm around his neck to hold him in the kiss.
Nick's other hand went to a breast and he massaged it gently and pinched at
the tiny nipple, causing her to gasp in his mouth while they kissed; as the
small pangs of pain from his pinching tingled through her body.  She pushed
her free hand inside his bath robe and found his cock hard to her touch. 
She gasped as her fingers wrapped around it.  Nick groaned and briefly
stopped feeling her breast to break the knot on the sash and the robe fell
open.  He broke the kiss and eased back and she looked down and her eyes
widened as she saw his big cock jutting before her.
   "It's so big," she whispered, and she dropped to a knee, causing his
hand to leave her crotch.
   She stroked the cock in front of her face and gazed almost reverently at
it.  Nick stood looking down at the girl as she seemed to be worshipping
it; now with both hands gripping it.  Her hands looked tiny on the thick
organ.  She brushed some strands of hair from her face and flicked the
tresses behind her ears.  Seemingly ready, she lowered her mouth over it
and began to give him an exquisite blow job; holding a hand half way up the
shaft so he couldn't push at her and make her take more than she could
handle.  Nick looked down and observed her technique.  He was more
convinced than ever she had done this before.  This wasn't the clumsy
awkward act of a novice.  It bothered him she had so much experience. 
Where had she learned this?  Who had had sex with her before him?  As he
was thinking these thoughts, she started to gently fondle his balls and he
shook his head gently in wonderment at her familiarity at what she was
doing.  She was good...no she was great and he moved his hands to her head
and gently held it as he let her suck him.
   After a about six or seven minutes working on his cock, Emma began to
take brief breaks where she would remove her mouth and jack him.  Nick
observing she was working her jaw and getting her breath back.  She was
getting tired sucking his cock.  He was as hard as he had ever been and
didn't want this to stop, but neither did he want to lose it so soon.  He
took the decision to change what they were doing and the next time she took
a break sucking, He gently helped her to her to stand.  She looked a little
bewildered and clung to his cock wondering what he was doing.
   "Round here," he said softly and guided her to the end of the leather
couch.
   He quickly shucked his robe and threw it over the padded end of the
couch.  She glanced at it with a puzzled expression so to let her in on his
plan, he took her shoulders and turned her to face the end of the couch. 
She had to let his cock go and a look of disappointment came over her face.
He pressured her shoulders lightly and she understood.  She bent over the
end of the couch and her elbows rested on the couch seat; her forearms and
hands flat on the leather before her.  Her hair tumbled forward and covered
her face as she lay over the padded arm.  She felt Nick's hands run up the
inside of her thighs and she moved her legs; her toes still on the floor.
Nick squatted and peered at her sex.  She was perfect.  Just the same as
any mature woman.  Thick outer lips and the thin crinkled inner lips of her
labia and the darkened dilation of her vaginal open, no bigger than a dime.
He moved his fingers gently over her sex and up into the cleft of her
buttocks, his fingertips gently brushing the anal pucker.  He studied her
for a minute or two and then gently opened her labia and looked at the
pinkness of her inner sanctum; slipping a finger into the vaginal opening.
He delighted himself inspecting her.  Angie was trimmed but not bald like
Emma was.  There was something highly erotic about the girl's almost
hairless pubescent sex.  He leaned forward and gently ran his tongue along
her slit and she gasped and gave a little shudder.  He paused, noting her
reaction, and when she seemed to have relaxed again, he ran his tongue back
along it.  Once again Emma shivered and made a small moaning noise.  Did
she really feel arousal or was it just excitement?  Nick started to lick
and suckle her labia and slit.  Holding the sex open with his fingers
spread ether side; framing it with is knuckles.  He sucked and nibbled and
soon the kid was groaning and moaning.  It took him some minutes to work
out her noises where more reflex to the situation rather than genuine
arousal.  Clearly this oral examination was new to her and she was more
than enjoying it.  For about five or six minutes he sucked, licked and
tasted her young sex.  Recalling he had dropped a load in her the evening
before.  She had not showered or bathed and it excited him to think she had
the residue of the previous nights fuck on her body.  He licked more
fervently and drooled into her opening cunt.  Wetting her so drops of
saliva dripped from the little hood covering her juvenile clitoris.  The
taste, feel and smell of the little girl had turned him on and his cock had
not flagged a millimeter since she let it go.  It was almost more than he
could stand.  He slowly rose up and stood behind her; pressing his cock
head to the wet dilated vaginal opening.  He gently eased the head in and
she lifted her head and groaned.  He moved gently back and forth; the cock
going deeper each inward push.  This way it took nearly a minute to
penetrate her fully so his balls tapped gently against her.  Feeling full
of power and control, he placed his hands on the top of her hips and slowly
began to fuck the girl with long deep controlled strokes.  Getting off on
watching the tight ring of her vaginal opening being pulled out and pushed
in due to the big cock stretching her, as he fucked her.  Her anus slightly
dilated by the distortion to her entire pelvic floor area.  Emma was now
moaning and groaning in rhythm with his in-stroke.  He sensed it was
deliberate rather than spontaneous reaction of arousal.  The little girl
well knew the noises she should make and he grinned in shallow male pride
knowing she was doing it to please him.
   "You've been taught well...learned well," he muttered under his breath
and he slowly picked up the pace.
   Emma was overwhelmed by the situation.  Being sucked and nibbled as she
had been; knowing he was staring into her most intimate place.  As if he
looked into her body.  Now bent over the couch and feeling the cock which
seemed far bigger than last night.  Stretching her and thudding deep
inside; deeper than anyone had gone before.  She definitely was not a
virgin.  She laid her face on her hands on the couch base and groaned and
grunted as Uncle Nick fucked her thoroughly and now quite vigorously.  The
couch leather creaked and squeaked as Nick became more urgent shoving into
her; eventually losing control and fucking her hard and crying out in joy
as he started to spew inside of hr.  The couch shuddering with his efforts
and the girl's voice now a constant wail as he came and came inside her
tightness; eventually collapsing over her back as he wrung the last drops
of cum from his cock.  He was panting and chuckling in near joyous hysteria
as he felt flushed with pride and joy at having fucked his gorgeous preteen
niece.  He lowered himself gently over her back and ran his hands under her
and cupped her small breasts and lay his face on her back.  She reached a
hand back and lightly patted his head; a subtle sign of acknowledgement he
had finished and she was happy.
   "Daddy," she whispered, but he did not hear her.
   Nick lay buried in her for a few minutes as he regained his composure.
He eventually stood up and stared at his cock plugging the girl's flesh;
veined and thick in her hole.  He was till hard and he gently eased back,
looking at the smears of cum that were streaked along his cock.  Eventually
the slimy head springing up slightly as it came clear of her sex.  Her
vagina dilated more the size of a quarter due to the prolonged stretching
during the fuck.  He knelt and peered at the vaginal opening.  Gently
pushing his fingers in and causing some cum to flow back.  He looked at the
semen on his fingers and he stood and leaned over her.  She lifted her head
and saw his fingers before her face.  She opened her mouth and he pushed
the fingertips along her lips; Emma's tongue flicking them so she cleaned
the residue of cum from them.  He moved around in front of the couch and
she turned and lifted her head and took the cock he offered her; sucking
and cleaning him.
   "Good girl," he sighed as she finished sucking him clean.
   He helped her stand and he had to support her.  Being bent over the
couch had tired her and she had to sit down.
   "Wait," he said quickly, and dragged the robe off the couch end and laid
it on the seat.
   "You'll leak," he said with a smile.
   His pleasure having ebbed from his body, he was now being practical. 
She sat on the robe and run her hands through her hair.  Her breasts looked
gorgeous and he fondled them.
   "Best have your shower," he said with a smile.  "Then we'll have
breakfast.  We want to make sure everything looks normal before your aunt
gets home," he said.
   She smiled and nodded.  He was being very practical now.  He'd had his
sport.  Now time for him to shower, shave and eat breakfast.  To him, right
now, she wasn't a little girl.  He saw her as a mature sex partner, not a
juvenile niece.  His conscience was still controlled by the ego that had
been fed by the great sex with the young girl.  Sex she had virtually
initiated once again.  This fact had registered like some subliminal
justification in Nick's brain; almost a moral DNA of justification.  He had
no conscious reason to examine his actions and feel guilt or remorse.
   ***
   The rest of the weekend Angie was always there.  There was no further
opportunity to be alone with Emma.  Each night he lay in bed mulling over
whether he had the guts to leave Angie's side and go to Emma's room.  Fuck
her in the guest bedroom.  But he knew Angie to be a light sleeper and she
would know if he left the bed.  Come the Monday she continued with her
vacation days off to be home with Emma, and Nick accepted the two times
with Emma on the couch were all that could be hoped for this visit.  His
smug reflections on the great sex with the preteen niece took a battering
when he arrived home from work Wednesday evening to find Angie looking
grave and worried.  Emma was lying on the couch watching TV and Angie
motioned him upstairs.  Once in their bedroom she closed the door and
turned and looked at him with deep concern.  Nick had a very bad feeling
about what she had to say.
   "I got a call from Carol," she began; referring to her sister and Emma's
mother.
   "What's wrong?" he asked feeling a slight relief this had to do with
Emma's parent's troubled marriage.
   "Carol has been taking some counseling sessions as part of trying to get
to grips with her marriage," she began.  "And she and Don have both started
with a marriage counselor as well, where they both go into together."
   "Sounds logical he said," failing to see the gravity in her news that
made her look so worried.
   "Well...it's just, that in her private session, Carol made a confession
to her counselor that she then brought into the marriage guidance session,"
she explained.
   "What confession?" Nick said sensing some scandal.
   "She made a confession to her counselor that she believed Don was
abusing Emma...having sex with her," she said wringing her hands in
anguish.
   It felt like a kick to Nick's guts.  But it did explain a lot.
   "Surely not," he said genuinely aghast at the revelation.
   He was more concerned about it seemed to be true, and the implications
it might have for him, rather than the fact that his brother-in-law Don had
been at Emma.  This made what had happened between Emma and Nick very
dangerous.  There was no knowing how far the shrinks would get into Carol;
and what had she said that might see the police involved.  That would mean
shrinks talking with Emma and they had a way of getting to peoples issues.
Nick felt sick.  Not for Emma or Don her father, but for himself.
   "Her counselor urged her to confront Don in their marriage guidance
sessions.  Carol claimed it was the single biggest issue for her in their
marriage," Angie said.  "The suspicion...or knowing, and having done
nothing to help Emma and stop it."
   "What's going to happen?" he said now feeling very worried and
threatened by this news.
   "Carol went to the police.  They are coming for Emma tomorrow morning
and taking her back to White Plains.  They insist Carol and Don mustn't
talk to Emma before the police counselor can talk to Emma first.  In case
Carol or Don lead Emma one way or the other.  They will conduct a full
investigation," she explained.
   She walked to him and went into his arms.
   "Of course Don is denying it and it looks like it could be all down to
Emma," she said as an afterthought.  "The Poor kid," she sniffed.  "Who
would have thought such a thing?  Don always seemed so nice and Emma is
such a happy little girl."
   "Now, now," he said trying to reassure her.  "Let's not jump to
conclusions.  This has started because of what Carol thought was going
on...as if she had a strong feeling but no evidence.  It may be she has
just misconstrued things...innocent things, and yes...it may well be her
single biggest issue with Don.  But it might be all in her imagination," he
said trying to sound logical.
   "A mother knows these things," Angie said lamely, knowing she was not a
mother.
   "Well I guess Carol will need to come up with some concrete evidence.  I
mean Don must also be feeling devastated she thinks this, if he hasn't done
anything," he said.
   "Whose side are you on?" Angie asked looking appalled he thought Carol
might be imagining things.
   "It's not a question of taking sides," he said defensively.  "Carol may
well believe she's right in her thinking but it's too easy to make
allegations to the point he has to prove his innocence when there may be no
factual evidence one way or the other...proof of innocence or guilt," he
said looking down at her unhappy face.
   "I guess it's down to Emma," she said realizing Don had some rights, as
it might be all in Carol's imagination.  "She's old enough to understand
the right's and wrong of the situation."
   "I guess so," Nick said looking at the bedroom door and thinking of the
kid downstairs.  "Yet if it is true, why hasn't she spoken up?  And if
she's kept quiet so far, there must be a reason; so will she speak up if
it's true, and ruin her parent's marriage?  Or say nothing happened to
protect her father and save her parents marriage?" he added.
   "I think their marriage is doomed anyway," Angie said.  "If it's not
true, Don will feel aggrieved and angry at Carol.  I can't see them
surviving this," she added and began to weep once more.
   There was no doubt in Nick's mind Emma had obvious sexual experience. 
This revelation about possible incest with her father fitted.  He was
feeling like shit.  He knew if she spilled the beans on her father, she
would spill the beans on him to; purge herself of the weight she must be
carrying.  Nick stood there hugging Angie, feeling very afraid.  It would
all come down to the little girl on the couch.
   The End
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