
                              Uncle Dan
                             by EdensGift

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I didn't consciously set out to seduce my Uncle Dan.  I mean he's
like a father to me.  I've lived with him and his wife Katherine
since I was 12 years old and the courts removed me from my father's
home.  I could tell you about that but it's a long story...just say
Daddy dearest liked his pussy young and untouched except by him.

Anyway, there I was at 12, living with Uncle Dan and trying to
pretend that I hadn't been sexually active for the past two years.
Uncle Dan was kind and loving and very conscious of what I had been
through so he tried his best to be a real father to me...to make me
feel loved but without much physical contact.

By the time I was 14 my body had started showing signs of what it
would eventually blossom into.  I was already wearing a B cup and
developing curves and had noticed that Uncle Dan was noticing too.
He had walked in on me in the bathroom once when I was just stepping
out of the shower.  I was toweling dry my long brown hair and didn't
even know he was there until I pulled the towel away and saw him
standing in the doorway.  I don't know how long he had been there,
surely not more than a minute or two, but the bulge in his boxers
said he was paying attention to the changes in my body.

I was a little ashamed but a little excited too.  I had been taught
at a very early age that there was power in my sexuality and then I'd
spent the last two years trying very hard not to use that power.
After that evening I started doing little things to get Uncle Dan's
attention again.  When I was getting dressed for school in the
mornings I'd leave my room door open just a bit since I knew he'd
have to walk past it on his way downstairs.  When we were all in the
den watching television I'd position myself so that Uncle Dan could
get a look up my short skirt while I pretended to be completely
unaware that he was looking.  More than once I caught him adjusting
himself after his cock had stirred at the sight of my firm young
thighs or budding chest.

He was, after all, my father's baby brother and I guessed that the
interest in young girls was a family trait.

One night when Katherine was at a mother-daughter school function
with their two girls, I took the opportunity that fate had handed me
and decided to really give Uncle Dan something to look at.  Dan was
in the den watching a football game and I slipped away telling him
that I wanted to put on a load of wash.  I went upstairs and took a
few minutes to get up my nerve before going back down to the laundry
room which was right off the den.  I had noticed a long time ago that
anyone standing in front of the washer was visible from knee to neck
in the big mirror over the mantle in the den.  All I had to do was
leave the laundry room door open and then get Uncle Dan's attention.

I laid my small armload of laundry down on top of the washer and then
slipped my tee shirt over my head.  I fluffed my hair up in a way
that I thought made me look older and sexier and then went for it.  I
dropped an unopened box of laundry detergent and gave a little squeal
as it hit the floor.  Uncle Dan responded immediately by asking if I
was all right.  "Sure, Uncle Dan, I just dropped something," I
responded but I knew without looking that he had glanced toward the
direction of my voice and that he couldn't help seeing me standing
there in my bra.  I hoped that the view was enough to keep his
attention while I went ahead with the rest of my plan.  Facing the
way that would give Uncle Dan the best view of my chest, I reached
behind me and unfastened my bra.  Sliding the straps off my shoulders
I tossed the bra into the washer and reached down to unfasten my
jeans.  I was hoping that Dan would assume I wanted to wash my
favorite outfit and that he was getting a peek completely by accident.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back a little while I unzipped my
jeans and then wiggled my hips as I slid the snug jeans down my
thighs.  I knew if Dan was watching my show he was probably also
rubbing his crotch and squirming in his big recliner.  I tossed the
jeans into the washer with the bra and tee shirt and reached for the
elastic band of my panties.  I slid them slowly down my thighs as
well but when I got them to my knees I swiveled my hips so that my
backside was to the mirror when I reached down to pick them up.  I
held that pose longer than necessary knowing that it would give Uncle
Dan an awesome view of my tight little pussy and my ass.

I puttered around in the laundry room for a few more minutes before
wrapping myself in a clean towel from the pile on the laundry table
and walking back into the den.  "Uncle Dan, do you have anything you
want washed?"  I asked innocently as he hurriedly covered his crotch
with the newspaper.  He mumbled something that I paid no attention to
and I started up the stairs to start part two of the plan.

Katherine had bought me and their two girls the very same style of
short nightie a few weeks before.  Although I hadn't worn mine yet I
had noticed that when Carrie and Danielle wore theirs you could
plainly see the dark circles of their nipples.  Neither Dan nor
Katherine had appeared to notice so neither of them could think
anything was strange when I wore mine for the first time and showed
off all my assets.

I went up to my room, slipped into the nightie that came to just
below my ass and took a look in the mirror.  Sure enough I could
clearly see the outline of my nipples and the dark triangle between
my legs.  I never slept in panties and I wasn't about to start
tonight.  I walked back downstairs, making a little noise at the top
of the stairs so that Dan would know I was coming.  I smiled at him
from the top of the stairs and, although his expression never
changed, I could tell from the way he tensed his body that he was
seeing exactly what I wanted him to.  I averted my eyes from Dan but
I could see in my peripheral vision that he never took his eyes off
me all the way to the bottom of the stairs.

"If you're going to watch football I guess I'll just read," I said to
him as I walked all the way across the den to one of the bookshelves
that flanked the television.  I purposely chose a book that was on
one of the lower shelves so that when I bent down to retrieve it Dan
would get a closer look at my ass.  I could feel the lacy trim of the
hemline slip up over the curve of my cheeks as I bent over and I knew
Dan wouldn't have missed it.

I walked back over to the sofa, sat down at an angle so that Dan
would have a good view of my next move and lifted one leg to tuck it
underneath me.  I could feel my pussy open up as I spread my legs and
I heard Dan's swift intake of breath as he got his first glimpse of
pink.  I opened my book and began pretending to read although my
heart was beating so fast and hard I thought I would die.

I let my long hair fall forward a little to cover my glances at Dan.
I wanted to watch his reaction without letting him know that's what I
was doing.  I noticed immediately that one of his hands was
underneath the paper that covered his lap and that it was moving
slowly back and forth.  He was masturbating himself right there in
front of me!  My plan had obviously worked and I grew even more
excited by that fact.  I reacted by sliding my hips a little further
down in the soft couch cushions as if I was simply relaxing my body.
I lowered one foot to the floor and stretched the other out straight
on the sofa.  The result was that Dan had a perfect line of sight to
my throbbing pussy and I had brought the book up a little higher to
cover my observation of him.

I watched him squirm and wiggle in his chair until I couldn't stand
it any longer.  Straightening up on the sofa I said, "Uncle Dan, my
calves are really tight from gym this morning.  Do you think you
could massage them for me?"  Uncle Dan was very athletic himself and
the girls and I had massaged his calves, thighs and back muscles many
times after he had overexerted himself.

It would have been more awkward for him to refuse than to acquiesce.

I noticed that he hunched forward just a little when he walked from
the recliner to the chair and that he carried the newspaper low over
his crotch until he sat down.  I slipped further down on the sofa and
lifted one of my legs into Uncle Dan's lap and pulled the hem of my
nightie down at the same time.  After all, I wanted him to think my
exhibitionism was unconscious, not something I had planned.  Uncle
Dan started working the long muscles of my calf and I sighed deeply
and leaned back and closed my eyes.  Although every inch of me was
tingling with excitement I wanted Uncle Dan to think that I was so
relaxed with his touch that I had dozed off.  In a few minutes, as my
breathing became more even and I really was relaxing, I noticed that
Uncle Dan's strokes were moving further up my leg.

His fingertips were pulling and kneading the muscles of my calf but
he had also begun to ease his hands up my thigh, especially the
tender skin of my inner thigh.  With each movement he was easing
closer and closer to my pussy and I knew exactly what he would find
there.  I could feel the wetness seeping out of me and the crease of
my ass was already damp.  I knew I would be leaving a wet spot on
Katherine's sofa regardless of what happened next.

I stretched a little as though I were sleeping with the result that
my legs were further open and more accessible to Dan's seeking
fingers.  He had jumped a little bit when I first moved, probably
thinking I was waking up, but as soon as he thought I was dozing
again, his fingers continued their upward movement.  His hand was so
close to my pussy now that I could feel the tickle of my pubic hair
being touched.  Uncle Dan was moving his right hand between my legs
while his left was laying perfectly still on top of my thigh.  As he
became bolder and bolder I could feel the tip of his thumb pressing
against the delicate slit of my pussy.  I thought I would die if he
didn't do something more.  I wanted him to touch me, to slide inside
me and I wasn't going to rest until I had him.

I took a big chance but I knew I only had a limited amount of time
before Katherine and the girls came back home.  I squeezed my thighs
together, capturing Dan's hand between my legs and reached down to
pull the hem of my nightie up over my pussy.  When I relaxed my
thighs so Dan could move his hand again I also began rubbing my
little clit with my fingertips.  I could feel that Dan was holding
his breath and I knew he must be feeling like he'd been caught with
his hand in the cookie jar.  I also noticed that he didn't move his
hand.  His thumb was still pressed firmly against my slit.  Then I
took the biggest chance of all...I slid my hand over Dan's and pulled
it up tight against my pussy.  Then I opened my eyes and whispered
just one word to him, "Please..."

Dan groaned as though he was in pain but he pushed my hand away from
his and stroked his fingertips over my pussy as though it were made
of delicate crystal.  Slowly he parted my lips and began to ease one
finger inside me as though he was afraid of hurting me.  When he felt
the soft wetness of my tight pussy close around his finger he groaned
again and reached with his other hand to give some relief to his cock
that was straining at the zipper of his shorts.

Dan was moving so slowly that I knew he was going to need some help
from me if we were going to get anything accomplished.  I pushed his
hands away from me, slid off the sofa onto the floor and reached for
his zipper.  He looked at me as though he was seeing me for the first
time but he didn't try to stop me from freeing his cock.  He even
lifted his hips a little to allow me to remove his shorts and briefs.
His cock was gorgeous, at least 8 inches long and fat.  I knew I'd
never be able to take it all in my mouth but I also knew I was going
to try.  Dan's eyes never blinked as I took his big cock in my small
hand and stroked up and down the shaft a few times.  I saw that there
was a gleaming drop of pre-cum at the tip and I hoped it was as sweet
and delicious as it looked.  I leaned my head down and licked it away
and Uncle Dan's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.  As I slipped
the big head into my mouth he started to cry and moan "oh god, oh
god, oh god," over and over again.  Two strokes of my mouth up and
down the thick shaft, or at least as much as I could swallow, and he
was shooting thick ropes of sweet cum into my hungry mouth.  I
swallowed it all, every delicious drop and then stood up in front of
Uncle Dan.  He was just sitting there with a glazed look in his eyes
but I leaned down and kissed him anyway, opening my mouth to him so
he could taste what I tasted.

Uncle Dan didn't kiss me back but I could tell from the way his cock
was still straining upwards that I had his attention.  I stood up
straight, lifted my nightie over my head and climbed onto Dan's lap.
I put my arms around his neck and turned my face into the warm curve
of his neck as I let his cock find it's way to my hot, wet center.  I
could tell from the difficulty he had entering me that he was much
bigger than Daddy had been.  Daddy's cock had fitted my pussy
perfectly, like a glove, but Dan's was opening me up further than I
had ever been opened before.  I loved the way it stretched me wide,
the way the shaft rubbed against my tiny clit.  I had to force myself
down, down, down, until he was all the way inside me and then I just
held him for a while, letting him feel how good it was to be inside
me.

We sat that way for what seemed like a long time but it could only
have been moments really.  Then Dan's hips started to move, slowly at
first and then more rapidly.  He lifted his hands to my hips and
began to lift me up and down in rhythm with his thrusts.  I was
encouraged by the fact that he was actually fucking me so I leaned
back and pulled his hands to my breasts.  My nipples were already
hard and puckered but I wanted to feel his lips on them.  Dan's hands
squeezed my breasts hard, just the way I liked and he looked into my
eyes just once before lowering his head to take one of my nipples
between his teeth.  I expected him to suck on it maybe to even suck
it real hard but he bit it instead.  I cried out just before the pain
turned to pleasure but he never even let off.  He just began chewing
at my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while he forced his cock
deeper and deeper into me.

I could tell by the way he was moving that his second orgasm was well
on it's way so I reached down between us and began stroking my clit
furiously.  Dan's body tensed in mid-stroke at just the same moment
that my pussy began it's contractions.  The force of my orgasm almost
threw me off his lap and probably would if not for the death grip he
had on my breasts.  I could feel his cock convulsing deep inside me,
could feel his hot cum filling my little pussy and overflowing to run
back down onto his thighs.  I slipped out of his lap, feeling his
cock plop wetly out of my pussy, kissed him chastely on the cheek and
whispered, "Goodnight, Daddy."

