Emma 1 (Mf, Inter, No-sex)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.



Emma was the fifteen year old daughter of some friends of mine
who I had met at college. They had been an item since we first
met and remained together since, birthing a beautiful daughter
who they had named Emma Rebecca Sandford. Tom and Linda had
married just before she was born and the girl had grown up
knowing me as "Uncle Keithy" even tough I was black.
Apart from growing into a beautiful teen, she had always come
over to my house to stay overnight and had slept in my bed many
times when she was frightened, I saw her more as family than
anything else. From quite young she would find my lap or my bed
whether her parents were there or not. Whenever I stayed with
them the child would insist on sleeping in the bed with me.
Neither Tom or Linda had issues with it, they knew how much I
loved the girl and that I would never touch her inappropriately.
As she grew up she became interested in Gymnastics, Judo and Jiu
Jitsu. She became quite accomplished in all three but very a good
gymnast, winning a silver at the Sydney Olympics. She loved to
take me in a fight and pin me to the floor when she was only
twelve, at fourteen she gained Second Dan in both her martial
arts. I attended her passing out tournament for her Jiu Jitsu,
where her instructor tied the new sash around her waist. She
hugged me before she hugged her parents. I felt bad, but both Tom
and Linda beamed at me as I held the proud girl.
But things were different now and she was much too old to share
my bed. I had stopped her doing that since she turned a very sexy
twelve and had sprouted some very large breasts. She still kept
climbing into my lap when we were all sitting watching the
television, but I never encouraged it and never allowed her to do
it when her parents were not around. That too began to get
awkward and I gradually stopped her sitting on my lap.
But recently both me and her parents could see a growing
frustration in her. She was irritated, touchy and always angry.
We all put it down to growing pains, but she was being
particularly bitchy with me of late. I didn't take it too
seriously at the time and laughed it off. Linda wanted to
reprimand her after that last incident, but I held her back
saying that she was just growing up. I had sisters and had
witnessed their particular angsts, so I knew what to expect. Her
attitudes and tantrums were no different from anything I had
expected anyway for one her age.
Her father also put up with it, laughing and saying that she
probably had some boy on her mind, which set her off. He ran out
of the room followed by the furious girl. I stay well away from
that one.
"It's you," Linda said when they had gone.
"Sorry?" I didn't know what she was saying.
"She's in love with you." Linda's eyes bore into mine as she said
it.
I laughed.
"Don't be silly, I've known her since she was born." I shook my
head.
"And I'm a woman and a mother, who knows her daughter better than
anyone. She's in love with you."
I didn't want to hear this. I made an excuse and left the house,
walking the three and a half kilometres home instead of taking
the bus. I Needed to clear my head and that was the best way I
knew.
I began to wonder if that was the reason Tom kept taunting her
about 'boys' all the time, but pushed that idea out of my head as
too contrite. But she did seem to act strangely when I was
around.
I refused to believe it, there was no way she could possibly have
those kinds of feelings for me.
I found myself avoiding the Sandford's home now for more than two
weeks. Whenever they called I would have some work-related reason
for not being able to go to the house. But Linda saw through it.
"Don't bull-shit me Keith, I know the real reason you're not
coming around now. All you're doing is making her more
miserable." she told me sternly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how else to handle this." I whined,
feeling very exposed.
"Well you can't just run off and leave your friends can you?" she
was telling me off.
In truth, they loved me as much as I loved them all, they had
been my family since my parents died and my sisters went to live
in Canada. Gloria, Jean and I didn't speak much any more since
Mum and Dad had died, I always felt that they could have done
more when our parents were sick. They died within weeks of each
other. Tom and Linda did more for me and for my parents than my
sisters ever did.
"I'm sorry Lin, I didn't think. Look I'll come over later, I just
need to get this server built and then I'l finish up here. OK?"
"Hmm! Alright. And I'd better see you later Mate!" she said with
mock sternness.
It was quite late when I stopped by the house. Tom beamed from
ear to ear.
"Finally! I thought I was doomed to spend my days between two
hormone-fueled females for the rest of my life." He dragged me
through the door and kick it shut behind me.
Tom had always been big, since a teenager. The tall white man was
at least two inches taller than my six-foot-two-inch slender
frame, he was wider too since he often worked out in his local
gym. We still liked to wrestle each other. Though he always won
from sheer strength, but I had superior skills and could hold him
at bay for nearly thirty minutes.
He hooked his big arm around my neck now and literally dragged me
into the living room.
"Look who the cat dragged in!" Tom said.
"UNCLE KEITH!!" came a screaming Emma as she bound over the
centre-table and crashed into me.
It was like being hit by an octopus missile. She wrapped her arms
around my neck and her legs around my waist. I barely held my
footing and stood with the girl clinging to me. She was squeezing
her face into my neck and giggling like a lunatic.
"Uncle Keithy, where were you? I missed you." she frowned when
she finally leaned back to look at me.
"Sorry Sweetheart, I had some things I had to sort out. It took
up most of my time but I'm back now." I told her.
Her eyes beamed up into mine and she smiled as if she had won the
lottery.
"I was going to go to your house, but Mummy said she tried to
call you and you didn't answer the phone or your mobile. Where
were you?" the girl was worried I might go off again.
"I was working. I had to re-run some cabled in the basement of
our building were I work and had to spend long hours getting it
all done. I don't get a phone signal down there." I told her.
"Well don't do that again!" she scolded and kissed my mouth once.
I was a little shocked by her boldness, but neither Tom or Linda
seemed to be bothered so I relaxed.
She slowly released me, dropping to the floor but hung on to my
arm like a limpet. She pulled me further into the living room and
pushed me backwards into a small seat, dropping quickly into my
lap and pinning me there.
"Emma, I thought I told you that you couldn't do that any more?"
I said.
"Shhhhhhhh!" she scolded and snuggled up against me with a big
smile on her very beautiful face.
"I think you've lost this argument Keith," Tom laughed, "That is
what you get for abandoning us for so damned long."
Linda stood with her arms folded in front of her ample chest,
regarding my nervous face.
"Damned right too!" she said in response to her husband. "Now,
you stay there and I'll fix your bed for you to stay overnight."
"Err, Lin, I have to get in early tomor..." I began.
"Nonsense! You'll stay tonight and you'll go to work at your
normal hours. Leave that overworking crap for another day." she
was adamant.
I had never been able to argue with Linda since we first me at
school. She was quite a formidable girl and much more as a woman.
She had been the one to ask for Tom's hand in marriage, or
rather, she told him that he was going to marry her that very
June after Emma was born.
"Yes Linda." I said in resignation.
She left the room to prepare my sleeping quarters and Tom went
off to make dinner, leaving the two of us sitting in the small
seat watching TV.
Emma sat across me and the chair, she was playing with my buttons
with one hand as her other arm was hooked around my neck. She had
placed my hand on her firmly muscled thigh and didn't let go
until I let it stay there.
"Why don't you have a girlfriend Uncle Keith?" she asked
suddenly.
"I don't know. Maybe women don't like me or something." I told
her. I didn't seem able to woo a girl, never could. I heard
people talk about self confidence, well I didn't have it. There
were many women that I had fancied, but I never had the courage
to approach them. I was thirty five years old and still a virgin.
"All my friends think you're gorgeous. What women are you around?
Morons?" she asked.
I shrugged and she hugged me tighter.
"Don't worry Uncle Keith, I'll be your girlfriend."
I sat quietly until we were called for dinner.
She stayed next to me at the dinner table and until it was
bedtime. I went up at about eleven before Tom and Linda decided
to turn in. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed, falling
asleep almost immediately.
It must have been about five thirty because I could hear movement
in the house. Everyone was getting up to go to work or to school.
I felt a warm heaviness against me and opened my eyes. To my
horror I found Emma laying against me as I lay on my back. She
lay on her side against me, her head on my shoulder. She had her
firm, smooth leg hooked over mine and her arm across my chest.
I could feel her breasts through the thin gauzy material of her
pink nightie.
She woke the same time, raising up to look into my eyes.
"Good morning Uncle Keithy, did you sleep well? I certainly did."
she got up out of the bed after kissing my cheek and walked out
of the room.
I was stunned. The last thing I wanted was an angry Tom punching
out my lights. I would tell her off when I got the chance.
After I showered and dressed, I went down to breakfast. Tom
placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me with a huge
smile.
"I hear Emma's been naughty, slipping into your room last night
while you were sleeping." he said smiling. I could not believe he
couldn't see anything wrong with it.
"Please don't laugh, I don't think it's a good idea for her to do
it, that's all." I said a little worried, "She's not a child any
more, she's a young woman now and can't be doing that."
"You worry too much." he laughed, "We trust you implicitly.
Besides, you'd be scared I'd beat you up anyway." He laughed a
slapped me hard on my shoulder.
Linda and Emma came into the dining room, Emma sat next to me and
gave me 'moonie' eyes. I was uncomfortable with the fact that
they knew about her behaviour and seemed to encourage it.
"Keith, Emma's going to a party on Friday. It's near you. She
wants you to pick her up from there and sleep-over at you with
two of her friends, is that OK?" Linda asked as she held her
teacup.
I looked over at Emma's pleading face and folded.
"Yeah, OK!"
"Yeaaah!" she screamed and jumped up from her chair, hugging my
head into her chest.
I got a face full of young breasts and almost suffocated.
"Let Keith go dear, you're choking him." Linda said through a
mouthful of food.
Emma let go and I took a long breath. When I looked up at her she
had a wicked little grin on her gorgeous face.
"Sorry." she giggled.
She sat back down and finished her breakfast. I did notice
something disturbing about her when I looked over at her, her
nipples were poking stiffly out of her school shirt. I looked
quickly back down into my plate and flushed with embarrassment.


  
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