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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between
a minor and an adult. Romany does not condone child abuse and
this story is fantasy. If this subject offends you, close this
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Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely
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Uncle Brad

By Romany

(M/g, incest)


Brad Petersen lay naked on his bed and stroked his cock. Through
the wall opposite the end of his bed his two nieces Sara and Lisa
slept. He saw the dark shadow appear at the edge of the half
closed bedroom door and a shaft of fear ran though him. Had
someone broke into to his apartment? He lifted his head slowly;
his body suddenly stiff with the fear of the unknown. And then
the sense of relief as the figure glided silently into the gloom
of the room. He could tell it was not an adult and quickly
indentified the shape as his older niece Lisa, by the white
cotton night dress she wore. The night dress the twelve year old
pubescent girl frequently wore drove him wild; it was so flimsy
and revealing. All the while the girl seemed blas� about the
appearance she made. Youthful naivet� perhaps; or was it cunning
awareness of her appearance and its affect on her middle-aged
uncle? She ghosted up to the end of the bed and he saw her face
plainly in the dull ambient light of the room. She was looking
intently at his hands clasped around the base of his cock which
was held vertical while one hand occasionally stroked its length.
She pulled her hair behind her ears as a reflex action; nerves
perhaps. She felt excited yet somewhat apprehensive about coming
to her uncle�s room this way. To make the play she had considered
for some weeks now. It seems her Uncle Brad was not the only
member of the household with impure thoughts.

He turned his head to look at her as she stood beside the bed
abreast of his hips. She glanced at him briefly and he saw a
brief sparkle in one of her eyes from light filtering from the
edge of the blinds. Leaning over, she reached her hands and
wrapped them deliberately around his cock. She slowly started to
jack him and she smiled as she heard his grateful sigh. This was
going to be better than she had imagined. Lying awake in her bed,
gently playing a hand between her legs, she had succumbed to her
sexy thoughts of Uncle Brad and decided to go into his room and
slip into bed like she often did as a little girl with her father
and late mother; reasoning she would feign she was sleep walking
if he reacted badly. And here he was naked on his bed playing
with his cock; she could never have imagined he would be like
this. Leaning over him and propping one hand on the bed between
his parted legs to support her upper body weight she settled into
a rhythm; her left hand stroking him expertly. Petersen gasped
and sighed and stifled a small chuckle; realising just how
fortunate he was.

�Un-fucking-believable,� he sighed under his breath.

Lisa had made the play; what amounted to be the foreplay.
Petersen took advantage of her boldness and he slid a hand down
her back, feeling her vertebrae pushed against the thin material
of her night dress. His hand slid under the cotton garment and
felt the naked buttock closest to him; slipping the fingers
across into the butt crack and down under so they slid along
under her crotch into the preteen vulva. Lisa paused briefly and
sighed and shifted a foot so her legs were spread a little wider.
Petersen curled his fingers into her slit and slowly stroked her.
She sighed audibly once more and he moved his free hand to the
back of her head. She took the inference and leaned further
towards the thick cock in her hand and slipped the head into her
mouth.

�Oh y-e-s-s-s,� Petersen sighed. �Good girl Lisa,� he hissed, as
she sucked him into her mouth.

It dawned on him she was no novice. This was not a
learn-as-you-go event. He now instinctively knew the girl had
done this before; more than once if her expertise was anything to
go by. Lisa sucked him as expertly as any grown woman had done.
She rubbed the cock against her face. Pushed it back against his
stomach and trailed her tongue up and down the length, and
swirled her tongue over the knob as she took as much as she could
into her mouth. This she did for ten minutes or so; all the while
Petersen fingering her gently. She was not lubricating. Despite
his fingers playing her sex and juvenile clitoris, there was no
tangible sexual arousal. He was rock hard and his libido urging
him to take the situation further. He wanted to penetrate her to
the hilt; to fuck her deep. But she was clearly dry and tight and
he was big and hard which would mean he would hurt her if he
tried to penetrate her. He gently withdrew the hand lightly
holding her bobbing head and reached back to the drawer of the
nightstand on his left. After groping about he found the drawer
handle and gently slid the drawer open sufficiently to reach back
and feel around until he found the plastic bottle he was seeking.
Bringing the lubricant out of the drawer he flipped the cap, and
twisting towards her, held the top of the bottle over his hand
between Lisa�s buttocks. Squeezing the bottle and feeling the
cool gel slither onto his fingers he gently began working it into
her cunt. Lisa jumped and gasped �O-o-o-h� as she felt the cool
viscous liquid on her tender sex. A broad smile of satisfaction
flooded her face as she briefly paused sucking the cock in her
hand, feeling her uncle slowly work the lubricant between her sex
lips and then the first push of a greasy finger into her vaginal
opening. A sense of warmth ran through the young girl as she
recognized the implications. Uncle Brad was going to fuck her.

Uncle Brad did fuck her. Petersen worked copious amounts of the
slippery liquid into her sex; eventually getting two fingers
inside her vagina to the second knuckle. He slipped his fingers
along her slit and back to the vaginal opening ensuring she was
well lubricated with the gel. His cock seemed to grow even
bigger; such was the eroticism of what he was experiencing. Her
sex felt wonderful to his fingers.

�Come sweetie,� he whispered, slowly sitting up.

Lisa stood upright beside the bed, still holding his cock; and he
took her shoulders gently and urged her up onto the bed. She went
to turn to face the pillow end but he directed her towards the
foot. With subtle pressure and movement Petersen had his twelve
year old niece kneel facing the end of the bed. Moving behind her
on his knees he tapped her inner thigh and she moved her knees
apart. With a sigh of resignation, the young girl lay her face on
the bedclothes; her hands grasping the duvet either side of her
head. She felt the bed move as her uncle positioned himself
behind her and he folded the night dress along her back towards
her shoulders; baring her buttocks and lower back. A slight
intake of breath as the cock nudged her sex; her teeth clamping
her lower lip and her eyes closed shut tight in anticipation.
Petersen reached under her tummy with his arm and adjusted her
height so he could simply ease his hips forward to penetrate her.
Lisa gasped as the cock head slid along her slit once or twice as
Petersen orientated his big organ to cleave her tight sex open.
Soon he had it engaged and Lisa�s fingers curled into the duvet
as the big cock slowly opened her up. Her chin now resting on the
bed clothes and her eyes and mouth open as the big cock slowly
shoved deeper inside her. She gripped the duvet tightly as she
felt the head hit deep inside her against her young cervix. Now
she exhaled the breath she had been holding as the penetration
took place.

�Fuck me daddy,� she gasped; her words inaudible to her uncle who
had steadied himself by lightly holding her slim hips.

He was buried deep inside the girl; his scrotum lightly slapping
her sex as he held himself still so she could get used to the
cock inside her tight cunt. After a brief pause, Petersen began
to fuck his twelve year old niece. Slowly at first; sliding in
and out as he peered down in the gloom. Watching the cock appear
and then disappear as he moved his hips obscenely back and forth.
Each minute the entry was easier as the lubricant did its work.
He felt tremendous; huge and hard, and flushed with ego and
pride. One hand on her hip, the other on her opposite shoulder
and he fucked her faster now. Lisa had her face pressed against
the bedclothes once more; a hand to her mouth and sucking her own
fingertips. Her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face
as her uncle fucked her in the gloom of his bedroom. A brief
moment of reflection on how her father might be faring in prison
crossed her mind as the familiarity of what was happening to her
reminded her of him. Then she allowed herself to enjoy her
uncle�s closeness and the feel of being opened up this way by an
adult cock. As Petersen fucked he became closer to cumming, so he
slowed almost to a stop. He gently trailed his fingers along the
girl�s back. The night dress bunched at the middle of her back.
The garment was so flimsy and he was so horny, he never bothered
to remove it. He reached under her and felt her firm budding
breasts through the thin cotton; squeezing her small nipples so
she gasped and winced in discomfort. As he regained control over
his urge to cum, he started to fuck her again.

This ebb and flow continued for some fifteen or sixteen minutes.
Eventually Petersen was so absorbed mentally with his conquest;
he missed the signal where he should slow to control his urge to
cum. Sensing he was going to blow he urgently grabbed her hips
tightly and began fucking her quickly. Deeper and harder in an
attempt to get the rhythm absolutely right to blow his nut. He
shoved hard, and amidst his own gasps and frantic grunts as he
sought to maximise his ejaculation, he became aware of another
voice mingling with his own. Little Lisa was moaning and groaning
as the big cock thudded hard inside her tender body. Her sex
stretched to the limit by her uncle�s urgent ragged movements.
She had lifted her head off the bed and was clinging to the duvet
with her fingers in fear he would push her off the end of the
bed, such was his urgency. Holding her hips tightly, Petersen
fucked hard, deep into her, and began cumming. Groaning and
gasping; sobbing almost, as he spewed forth inside of her tender
sweet preteen cunt. He filled her; overwhelmed her and slowly
drover her hips to the bed as her knees skidded back. She
finished flat on her stomach, gasping with her head nearly
hanging over the end of his bed. She groaned as he collapsed
across her; spent with his cock still rock hard jammed inside of
her.

She left his bed near daybreak. His advice to her and sister Sara
was to get a good night�s sleep at bedtime was somewhat wasted on
Lisa. Her good night�s rest ruined as he exhausted her by fucking
her twice more before she left at daybreak. Once in the
missionary position with her legs bent back and knees pressed
against her chest as he powered into her; leaving her fatigued as
he held her doubled up and being well fucked. The third time she
was barely awake as he rolled her on her side and bent her upper
leg, moving her knee toward her chest, and straddled her lower
leg against the bed. He entered her easily; she was so greasy
with lube and his previous cumming. Ravaging her with his early
morning piss-hard. He went for nearly twenty minutes before
cumming. Luxuriating in her tight sex; gazing down at her
innocent face as she was more asleep than awake. He looked at her
naked body; the night gown removed before he fucked her the
second time. It was near five o�clock when he rolled off her, to
rest briefly before he roused her to leave his bed. Fearful the
younger sister Sara might wake near daybreak to go to the
bathroom as she often did; and seeing her sister�s empty bed, go
looking for her. As Lisa sleepily pulled her night dress over her
head as she sat in the middle of the bed, he gently fondled her
breasts and crotch before the garment restricted his movement. He
grinned at her and cupped her chin to give her a brief kiss. They
lingered a little longer with the kiss and he dragged his hand
lightly over her breasts through the night gown.

�You can come to visit me any night you like,� he said sweetly;
staring into her eyes and pushing his hand between her thighs as
she kneeled, sitting back on her haunches.

Lisa gripped her hair between her hands behind her head and
smoothed the long tress out; holding it in a pony tail and
twisting it to remove the tangles from the energetic night in his
bed. She pushed it back several times eventually letting the
raven mane cascade on her shoulders. As she did this she looked
at him somewhat puzzled at his earlier remark.

�It�s Sara�s turn next,� she said in a matter of fact tone.

Petersen�s mouth dropped open. She saw he was surprised at her
comment.

�It�s simple,� she said almost flippantly. �I went first, so
Sara�s turn next,� she explained looking at him as if he was
dense. �It�s what dad did. We each have turn about,� she added;
her face a puzzled expression as to why he didn�t seem to
comprehend.

Petersen swallowed hard. He couldn�t believe his luck.

�Sara�s turn next it is,� he said, barely able to contain his
excitement.

Lisa fanned her hair back as she stepped off the bed.

�G�night Uncle Brad,� she said sleepily, and stepping off the bed
she floated out of the room; pulling the door half closed behind
her.

�Good night Lisa,� he called softly after her.

He rolled onto his back and gazed at the ceiling as the day�s
light began to show around the edge of the blinds at the windows.
As their sole living relative, he had guardianship of his two
nieces for at least two years before their father was paroled.
Their mother, his sister Gwen, died some three years earlier
following breast cancer. Despite his own divorcee status, their
father had appointed him guardian while he was in prison for
fraud, rather than have the girls made state wards and be sent to
a foster home. He was mom and dad for the immediate future. And
any return to their father�s care when eventually he was paroled
would be scrutinized closely. Petersen was grateful for the
vasectomy he had after his youngest child Craig was born. Craig
and his sister Kim were taken from him four years earlier by his
ex wife Ruth when Kim was thirteen. Ruth moved away to California
with her new man. His vasectomy had ensured daughter Kim had not
conceived. And now here were his two nieces in his care to
continue his incestuous games.

He casually rubbed his cock and balls; his face cracked with a
smug smile like the proverbial cat that got the cream. He heard
the hall toilet flush and he looked towards his bedroom door. Was
it Lisa having gone to pee before climbing into to bed; or was it
the ten year old Sara who had risen for an early morning pee? He
stroked his cock and slowly became hard.

�Come here Sara dear,� he whispered to himself. �Come and see
Uncle Brad.�





The End


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