Maggie's hidden under shapelss clothes, her bangs and braces for years, and very successfully too. But when her "uncle" sees the real her she can't hide any more. Moreover, she doesn't want to. Geese and ducks can chase you all over the place, and "Uncle" Bob doesn't stand a chance. 

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   The Not-so-ugly Duckling

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Margaret, or Maggie, as everyone called her, smiled as her parents told
her she was being sent to her Uncle Bob's farm for the summer.  Her parents
were archeologists, and during the summers, when they weren't teaching,
they usually went off to some far off place to dig up what Maggie thought
of as 'dead things'.  And then Maggie always got sent off to Uncle Bob's
farm.  Her parents had been working on their PhDs for the last two years,
though, so it had been two years since she'd spent the summer with Uncle
Bob.

   Actually, she reminded herself, he wasn't REALLY her uncle.  She was
adopted.  She knew nothing at all about her real parents, having been taken
from them by some court when she was just a baby.  But, as far as she was
concerned the people who adopted her WERE her real parents, and her
father's brother was her REAL uncle, regardless of the lack of blood ties.

   She was a little nervous about it this time.  She'd always loved going
to the farm.  It was an old place, with lots of big barns and little
outbuildings, and there were all kinds of interesting things to see and do.
As she grew up, her Uncle gave her chores to do, and each year they seemed
harder, and seemed to take longer.  But each time she left with a feeling
that she could handle almost anything.  She knew how to use all kinds of
tools.  She understood the needs of animals.  She could drive a tractor and
set a fence post all by herself.  Now that she'd turned sixteen, she was
curious as to what trials he would set for her this year.  She was a little
afraid that it might be harder than she could do.

   But ...  she'd get to spend time with Uncle Bob, who was her hero in
many ways.  Maggie was what most people would call 'plain' looking.  She
had mousy brown hair that her mother liked to put into pigtails, and long
bangs that almost covered her eyes.

   She didn't mind that, though, because she liked the feeling that she was
hiding behind them, looking out on the world which, for the most part,
ignored her.  She had been a skinny child, without much strength, and
couldn't run fast, or climb trees quickly.  When she rode her bike up a
long hill she had to get off and walk halfway up, usually.  She wasn't any
good at baseball or other sports.  And she had braces and wore big round
owlish looking glasses.

   As a result, she had few friends as a child.  When she discovered
reading in school, she found that books were her best friends, and she
eventually gave up trying to find human ones.  Uncle Bob was the one human
outside her immediate family who treated her like a real person.  He joked
with her, teased her, asked for her opinion about things and generally
treated her like she was already an adult.

   It had been a particularly rough year for Maggie.  She'd gotten her
braces off finally, but still hadn't retrained her lips, so she almost
never smiled.  Her breasts had endured a big growth spurt, which meant they
had been sore and tender a lot.  She'd never worn bras, mostly because she
didn't have anything to put in them, but then, almost overnight, they grew
to the size of grapefruits and wobbled around inside her shirt.

   When she put on a bra it hurt her tender orbs.  So she wore thick heavy
clothing to hide her bobbing boobs.  When they quit hurting she was used to
going braless and the loose clothes made that possible to keep doing.

   Her hips had also swelled outward, but she thought that was a curse too
because it just made her pants fit too tight.  And that made it hard to put
things in her pockets.  Growing up was just a pain.

   Having no friends to introduce her to boys, and being used to keeping
her nose in a book, Maggie entered the period of her life when hormones
began flowing through her veins and she had no outlet to deal with them. 
She'd recently discovered that, during a bath or shower, there were some
places on her body that felt really good to wash, but she hadn't thought
out what to do about that, except maybe wash a little longer than was
really needed to get clean.

   So, Maggie was looking forward to going to the farm for some reasons,
and nervous about going to the farm for others.  In other words, she had
more in common with other teens her age than she thought.  She was confused
and unsure of herself.

   Bob was taking a breather from wrestling with a recalcitrant bull when
his brother drove into the yard.  He'd been looking forward to seeing
little Maggie again.  He didn't mind being alone on the farm most of the
time, but she was such a breath of fresh air that it was a treat to have
her around.  She never complained about anything he asked her to do, no
matter how dirty or hard the job was.  She had a good attitude about
everything and was smart as could be.  And she was cute too.

   Bob didn't have time to date women, and his sexual needs were pretty
well satisfied by beating off from time to time.  He had some pretty hot
videos and ten or fifteen fuck books that he rotated through.  He was
afraid he wouldn't ever get around to having children to pass the farm on
to, but there wasn't much he could do about that.

   It wasn't hard, though, as Maggie grew up, to fantasize about her.  When
she'd turned 13 she began to look more like a girl than a boy, and Bob's
imagination took care of the rest.  Of course she wasn't a raving beauty or
anything, but she more than made up for that because her insides, that part
of her that was the REAL her, was beautiful and always had been.

   Thinking about her now made his dick tingle.  It had been two years
since he'd seen her, and his imagination had made her into something he
knew she probably wasn't.

   The car stopped and the back door opened.  A woman got out.

   No, it was Maggie!

   But she LOOKED like a woman.  Bob couldn't believe what two short years
had done to her boyish body.  She had curves in all the right places.

   She screamed out his name and came bounding across the yard, slamming
into him in a bear hug.  He felt soft breasts pressing against his chest
and hugged her back.  Her hair smelled good.  She smiled up at him and he
saw her braces were gone.  Her smile was beautiful.  His cock lurched in
his pants.

   Unconsciously he pressed his groin to hers and then backed off
frantically, realizing what he was doing.  He hoped she hadn't felt it.

   His brother and sister-in-law stayed for dinner and then drove off on
their way to the international airport.  They'd be gone three months. 
Maggie and her Uncle were left alone in the old farmhouse.

   It was May, and the planting hadn't started yet.  Calves were due soon,
but none were imminent.  Bob had spent the winter repairing broken
equipment.  All in all, there wasn't that much for them to do for a week or
two.

   So Bob had planned on doing some home renovations, with Maggie's help.
When he told her about it she beamed and when he asked her what her opinion
was about colors, fabrics and furniture, she blushed with the pleasure of
being important.  Bob opined that they should start with the spare room,
which Maggie always used when she was there.  They planned and talked deep
into the night and finally went to bed.

   Bob jacked off, wondering what Maggie looked like naked, now that she'd
grown into a woman.

   Maggie, for her part, remembered how, when she hugged her uncle, she
felt something pressing against her crotch.  It had hit her right at the
place where it felt really good to rub in the shower.  She had suddenly
realized what it was just as it was taken away.

   Maggie knew about sex.  She'd had her first lessons right on this very
farm, seeing the animals mating.  And, of course there was the obligatory
sex ed class in High School, though it was short on real detail.  She knew
the mechanics of it, but had never seen a human penis before.  She'd never
even thought about how big one would be until one had pressed against her
crotch.  As she went to sleep she wondered about what her Uncle Bob's penis
might look like.

   In the morning Maggie bounded out of bed and put on a T shirt.  She felt
so comfortable at the farm she didn't even think of wearing her usual thick
shapeless clothing.  Jeans completed her outfit, though they were hard to
get on over her recently swollen hips.  She ran a brush through her hair
and then tied it back in a pony tail so it wouldn't be in her face as they
worked.

   It didn't occur to her to look in the mirror before she went down to
breakfast.  If she'd looked, she might have changed clothes.

   Bob was cooking eggs when Maggie walked into the kitchen and sang out
her morning greeting.

   He turned to look and dropped the spatula.

   Her T shirt had been white when new, but it was more cream colored now.
It was thin from years of wear and her areolas and nipples showed through
it.  It was also a little small for her.  It being May it was chilly, and
her perky nipples had lengthened considerably, making obvious big dents in
the material of her shirt.  Her jeans were skin tight and, to get them up
and over her hips, she'd had to pull them tight in the crotch.  Her camel
toe was as obvious as her nipples.

   Bob bent over to get the spatula and didn't want to stand back up
because he knew his now stiff cock would make a big hump in his jeans.

   But he had no choice.  He sighed.  "Man oh man, Maggie, you sure have
grown up."

   His comment caught her by surprise.  Her Uncle was staring at her chest.
She looked down at the front of her shirt, expecting to see a stain or
something, and saw her nipples.  She blushed bright red and covered her
breasts with her hands.

   "Oh no!" she wailed.  "I didn't think." A tear started to form in her
eye.

   Bob could see she was embarrassed.  "Maggie!" he said loudly.

   She looked up at him timidly.

   He went on.  "Honey, you got nothing to be ashamed of.  You're a
beautiful young woman.  You're in the prime of your life and it's only
natural for you to look sexy.  I'm just an old pervert to notice how
desirable you are, that's all.  It's really all my fault, honey, and I'm
real sorry."

   Maggie stood there, her hands over her breasts.  That wasn't helping Bob
any.  It just made her look even more sexy.

   She sniffled.  "Uncle Bob, I'm not sexy, I just look ...  slutty." she
moaned.  "I didn't think about how I'd look when I put this shirt on.  I
don't dress like this at home Uncle Bob, honest."

   "Well it's a good thing, honey" he said grinning.  "You'd have the boys
hanging all over the place with their tongues hanging out and their hands
in their britches."

   Maggie's mouth fell open "You stop that right now!" she squeaked.  "I'm
embarrassed enough and you don't be needing to tell me lies like that. 
Boys don't ever look at me.  I'm going to go change clothes."

   She turned to leave.

   "MAGS!" yelled her Uncle.

   She stopped.

   He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.  He turned her
around.  He was standing close to her, close enough she could smell his
manly scent.

   "Maggie, honey, I'm not making fun of you." he said seriously.  He put
his finger under her chin and lifted it until she had to look him eye to
eye.  "When I tell you you're beautiful, I mean it.  When I tell you boys
would kill to be near you dressed like that, I mean it.  Heck, you gave ME
a hard on!"

   He stopped suddenly.  He hadn't meant to say that.

   "What I mean is, I'm not making fun of you at all.  In fact, I'd like it
a whole lot if you DIDN'T go change clothes.  I don't get to see a sexy
woman often, and you, little darlin', are one sexy woman." With that he
hugged her to him, pressing those delightful breasts into his chest.

   Her arms flew around him, hugging him tight and he let his boner lightly
graze the front of her tight jeans.  They held the hug for longer than
usual, but it wasn't uncomfortable because neither of them wanted it to
end.

   Finally he pushed her away.  "Sweetie, I'm only a man.  You can't rub
that sexy body against me and nothing happen.  And it ain't right for an
Uncle to have the kinds of feelings about his niece that I'm having right
now.  Besides, we've got work to do."

   Maggie didn't say anything.  Her mind was running a mile a minute,
thinking about all the things he'd said.  She believed now that he'd meant
them, and that was something completely new in her experience.  No one had
ever looked at her as a female, much less a desirable one.  She liked the
feeling ...  a lot.

   Maggie didn't change her clothes.  She caught Uncle bob staring at her
all day long and the hardon he'd mentioned was visible to her all day too.
They got a lot of work done, but by the time the day was over both were
horny, though Maggie didn't recognize that feeling.

   She liked the way her Uncle looked at her.  It made her feel squirmy
inside.  She'd always been able to talk to her uncle about anything, and
she didn't think he'd mind if she did so now.

   "Uncle Bob?" she said when they'd put away all the tools and were
cleaning up at the kitchen sink.

   "Yeah, baby?" he said, washing his big hands.

   "Did you really get a ...  hardon ...  " she blushed as she said the
word "because of me?"

   Bob had been lusting after his niece all day long.  As she worked he had
stared at her loose boobs in their tightly confined T shirt.  The thought
of tweaking those stiff nipples and sucking on them until she spasmed was
mouthwatering.  And that sweet deep camel toe of hers, advertising her
obviously virgin pussy.

   Had he not been so hot for her, he might have moderated his answer, but
instead he was bluntly honest.  "Baby, you made me so hard today that
sometimes it just plain hurt."

   Maggie thought about that.  Instead of thinking of him as a dirty old
man, she felt a thrill of pleasure that a real man found her desirable. 
She knew full well what that meant, but that didn't scare her either.  She
had no experience of any kind, and had no idea what "sex" might be like, so
it wasn't scary or "bad" in her mind.

   "So that means you want to have sex with me Uncle Bob?" she said
innocently.

   Bob sighed.  He knew exactly how wrong he was to want his innocent
niece. but he'd been leaking in his pants all day long.  "Sweetie, you are
so hot looking in that outfit that any man on earth would want to have sex
with you.  I'm sure no different than they are."

   "Is it painful?  I mean ...  would it hurt if we ...?" she asked.

   "Yeah, it would.  At first anyway.  But baby, I'm your Uncle."

   "I know that!" she said sharply.  "I was just curious, that's all."

   Neither of them realized that she didn't understand that he meant they
SHOULDN'T have sex.

   "Besides" she said airily "You're not ACTUALLY my uncle.  I'm adopted,
remember?" She looked at him with one eyebrow raised.  "I'm going to go
take a shower" she said, thinking about how long it might take her to get
clean between her legs.  She had an awful itch there.

   Maggie had no sooner closed the door of the bathroom than Bob was in his
room shucking his pants.  He gave a sigh of relief as his board-stiff cock
bounced free and stood straight out from his body.  An instant later he was
jacking furiously on his rod.  He didn't even go to the bed to lie down. 
He just stood, naked, knees bent, hips thrust forward, waiting for the
sweet relief of his sperm to blast out and ease the pain in his prick and
balls.  He didn't need a book or video tonight.  He just thought of Maggie
in the shower.

   The next morning Maggie got up and looked at her clothing, trying to
decide what to wear.  Most of her stuff was dull colored, and baggy.  She
chose those things on purpose, to blend in, so people wouldn't notice her.

   But she wanted Uncle Bob to notice her.

   She picked up a shirt and looked at it.  Making up her mind she pulled
at the arm until the seam tore.  Then she removed that arm, and after that
the other one.  She put it on and, instead of buttoning it, took the tails
and tied them under her breasts.  She looked in the mirror, turning this
way and that.  She bent over and the shirt fell away from her chest.  She
could see her naked breasts.  Now she picked up her jeans.  They were old
and soft, but they wouldn't tear.

   Wearing the shirt and her panties, she walked out of the room and went
down to the kitchen, where her Uncle was frying eggs.

   She stuck her head around the door frame.  "Uncle Bob?  I need some
scissors, or a knife or something." she said.

   He looked at her, leaning around the door frame and put the spatula
down. "What's wrong, Mags?  Need help?" He came toward her.

   "NO!" she squeaked.  "I don't have on any pants.  That's what I need the
scissors for.  I want to make my jeans into shorts."

   Bob realized he was leaning sideways, trying to look around the corner.
"Get a grip" he said to himself.  "Maggie, honey, I've got a bunch of old
running shorts from when I was in the Navy.  Instead of ruining your jeans,
why don't you try some of them on.  I'll take you shopping later for some
clothes."

   He told her the shorts were in either the bottom drawer or the one above
it in an old dresser in the back of his closet and she went off happily.

   Maggie went to his room, and into the closet.  She opened the bottom
drawer.  It was full of clothing and she started pulling it out, looking
for something that looked like shorts.  She found one pair that were gray
and pulled them on over her panties.  They were tighter than she thought
they would be, but they fit OK.

   She was looking for more when she found the books.  There were two of
them.  Bob had forgotten they were there.  He'd had them for years.  They
were fuck books, and they were illustrated.  The covers had lurid
photographs of young girls with thick cocks stuck up in their stretched
teen pussies.

   Maggie felt a thrill as she leafed through the books, looking at the
pictures of girls as they were fucked good and proper.  She read a few
paragraphs about how one girl lost her virginity to the man she was
babysitting for and she felt her panties get damp.  Wrapping the books in a
T shirt she went through the clothes and found two more pairs of shorts. 
She took them all back to her room and stashed them in her own dresser. 
Then she went down to breakfast.

   Bob loved the "new" shirt.  It gaped everywhere, and he got to look at
Maggie's sweet teen breasts a lot.  His bone sprang to attention almost
immediately and he shook his head.  Maggie pretended not to notice that her
breasts were all but hanging out, but they both knew she was aware of it.

   They were painting Maggie's room this day and Maggie made sure she was
close to her Uncle as they worked.  She snuck peeks at his crotch and
smiled as she saw the tent in the front of it.  When Bob announced it was
time for lunch, Maggie was on her hands and knees, painting the wall where
it met the floor.  She saw her Uncle's shadow cast over her and suddenly
she felt his hands cupping her breasts.  He pulled her up to her feet and
her back pressed into his front.

   "Uncle BOB!" she chided.  He didn't move his hands from her breasts. 
She knew her buttocks had to be right where that tent in his pants was, so
she pushed her butt back into it slightly.

   Bob squeezed her breasts and said "That's what you get for being a tease
all morning."

   Maggie lifted her head and in a completely normal voice said "Help. 
Help.  My Uncle is molesting me.  Oh.  Help.  Help.  Somebody save me
please."

   Bob heard the invitation in her voice, the willingness for his hands to
be where they were.  On impulse he slid them in the armholes of her shirt
and onto her naked breasts underneath.

   "That's how it's really supposed to be done" he breathed in her ear. 
Maggie stretched, pushing her breasts into his hands.  Those big rough
hands felt so good on her soft breasts that she hoped he'd never quit.  His
fingers found her straining nipples and toyed with them, sending sparks
through her.

   "Ohhhh Uncle Bob, that feels soooo good." she moaned.  "Nobody's ever
touched me like that, and I didn't know it would be so nice."

   Bob ground his hardon into her ass, but he knew he had to stop.  "It is
nice baby, but this leads to other things that we shouldn't do."

   Reluctantly he pulled his hands out of her shirt.  She turned around and
crushed her newly fondled breasts to his chest and kissed him.

   "Thank you for making me feel special." she said, and then she let him
go.

   They ate lunch, talking a little, but mostly looking at each other and
day dreaming of what they'd like to do.  After lunch Bob demanded that she
close up her shirt.

   "If you leave it like that I won't get anything done and bad things will
happen."

   That itch in Maggie's untried pussy brought out the brazen action she
took then.

   She untied the knot under her breasts and said "You mean you want me to
button it?" she said, holding it open completely.  She felt so naughty,
showing her titties to her Uncle.  "Instead of tying it, like it was?"

   Bob felt his cock rise to full alert as he gazed at her big, soft bouncy
breasts, with their cherry red nipples that looked so suckable.

   He licked his lips.  "You got to cover them up, baby" he pleaded.

   "But why, Uncle Bob?" she kept her shirt spread.  Instinct caused her to
wiggle her shoulders slightly, making her breasts shimmy and shake.  She
dropped the shirt halves and cupped her breasts, as if offering them to
him. "What in the world makes you interested in these fat things?"

   Bob took a step toward her.  She held her ground, still cupping her
tits.

   He took another step and was right there.

   He bent, his lips seeking her left nipple.  "Because if I can see them,
I want to suck them." he moaned.

   And then he did it.  He fed at that nipple like a starving baby, and
then switched to the other one and then back, licking, sucking, nipping.

   Maggie felt something happening in her abdomen when her Uncle's mouth
latched onto her nipple.  She liked washing them and pinching them in the
shower, but they'd NEVER felt like this.  This felt ...  AMAZING!  The
pressure in her body made her tense ...  and like something was growing
inside her and was going to burst out.

   "Uncle Bob" she said.  "What's happening to me Uncle Bob?  I feel all
funny Uncle Bob.  Ahhhh ...  um ...OOOhhhhhh ...  Oh please keep doing
that" Bob was only too happy to keep feasting on her nips and he couldn't
resist sliding one hand between her legs too.  When he did she clamped down
on his hand and all he could do was lift, and dig it into her crotch.  When
he did it put pressure on her inexperienced teen clitty and she exploded
into her first orgasm.

   Her hands went to her Uncle's head and held him to her breast while she
squatted to let his hand play with her pussy through the thin shorts she
was wearing.

   Her pussy gushed and he felt the wet.

   To Maggie it felt like she'd peed her pants, and she cried out "Oh Uncle
Bob I think I peed my pants!"

   Bob heard the horror in her voice and let go of her nipple.  "No, baby,
you didn't pee your pants.  You just had an orgasm, honey.  Nothing's
wrong. You didn't do anything wrong.  It's OK."

   Knowing he was responsible for her very first cum was immensely
satisfying to him, and he was so happy that the urgent need to fuck her
waned a little, giving him time to control himself.

   But he had to do something.

   "Sweetie, you just had an orgasm.  That's what a woman feels during sex.
But I need you to help me baby, cause I'm hurting.  I don't want to ...  to
hurt you honey, but I need some release.  Will you help me Maggie?"

   Maggie would have jumped off the barn if he'd have asked her to just
then.  She nodded frantically and wasn't even scared when he shoved his
pants down and freed the boner he'd made reference to several times.

   She stared at it in awe.  THAT was because of HER?!

   He showed her how to hold it and move her hand, and in no time she was
jerking him off like a pro.  She understood the technique immediately,
sensing how, as his foreskin glided back and forth on the head of his cock,
it would feel good to him.  She knew about oral sex too, though she'd never
understood why anybody would want to do that.  Now she had a glimmer of
understanding, because, as she jacked her Uncle's cock it looked ...  yummy
somehow.  She looked at the big swollen sack under his cock and knew it
contained sperm ...  lots of it from the look of things ...  and that it
would be shooting out of his cock in a few minutes.

   The thought that she had made him hard, and that she could make him
squirt that stuff gave her her very first feeling of female power.

   It was a feeling she liked very very much.

   His moans and groans told her he was close.  Still, she was surprised
when his cock suddenly produced a long stream of white liquid that shot out
and over her right shoulder.  Some of it landed on her shirt.  She
continued jerking on his cock as it spat again and again, making a mess of
her hand and everything else it hit.

   He'd been standing up, and his knees gave way, causing him to stumble
backward toward the couch.  Reluctantly Maggie let got of his cock as he
fell.

   She stared at her hand, covered with his thick cream.  It was warm and
she couldn't resist the temptation to taste it.  She decided it wasn't all
that bad, and that oral sex might be fun.

   They sat, four or five feet apart, reliving the experience as they
caught their breath.  Maggie was astonished at what had happened.  It had
happened so fast!

   She remembered the feel of his boner in her hand.  That was supposed to
fit inside a girl?!  There was no way in the world it would fit in her.  It
was just too big.  She pulled the shirt over her breasts, wanting some time
to think about things before she used her power again.

   Bob felt bad.  He hadn't meant for things to get this far.  But they'd
both satisfied each other and her virginity was still intact.  Still, he'd
have to do better next time.  At least she'd covered up those fabulous
tits.

   He got up.  "That was fun.  But we have work to do, OK?"

   She nodded and let him pull her up.  She buttoned the shirt and they
finished painting her room.  They got the curtains up too, and got most of
the furniture that was going to be replaced moved out into the hallway. 
All that was left was the bed and a little table for a reading lamp.  Bob
said they'd go shopping the next day for wall paper accents and furniture.

   They sat on the couch together eating popcorn while they watched a
movie. Maggie snuggled up to him and he put an arm around her.  She took
his hand and put it on her breast, but he pulled it back.

   "Honey, what happened before ...  it wasn't right baby.  I know you're
adopted, but I feel like I'm your Uncle, and I know what we did was nice,
but I wanted to do things to you that grownups do, and that wouldn't be
right.  Do you understand Maggie?"

   She nodded her head and they watched the rest of the movie in silence.
Then he sent her off to bed with a kiss on the forehead.

   Maggie lay in bed thinking.  She thought about how ugly she had felt all
these years, until her Uncle made her feel beautiful and desirable.  She
thought about how she didn't know how to be a girl, until things happened
with her Uncle that made being a girl seem like fun.  She remembered that
orgasm that had happened when the only thing he was doing was sucking her
nipples and rubbing her pussy a little.  She thought about that big cock,
shooting all that nice warm slippery stuff.  She thought about how, if she
were to go to him, and refuse to leave, that he would give in.

   She got up.

   Bob had been lying in bed thinking about many of the same things.  He
wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in this beautiful girl and make
babies with her.  But he knew he couldn't.  She was vulnerable, unused to
men.  She wasn't making decisions, she was just reacting to hormones.

   His door opened.

   He knew who it was.

   "Uncle Bob?  My room smells like paint, and I can't sleep."

   They both knew that was an excuse.  But they both needed an excuse.

   "Can I sleep in here?  With you?" she came closer.

   He groaned.  "Maggie, what are you trying to do to me?  I can't resist
you."

   "Good" she said shortly and got into bed with her Uncle.  She was naked.
Completely, totally, gloriously naked.

   "You're ...  naked" he said.

   "You're not" she said.  "It would be a lot more comfortable if you
were."

   He felt her pulling at his shirt.  He gave up.  He let her strip him and
he folded her into his arms.  Soon they were kissing and swapping tongues
like they'd made out for months.  She felt his iron hard cock rise up
between her legs.

   "Are you SURE it would ...  hurt?" she said as she grasped his cock.

   "Ohhh baby, I'm pretty sure.  You're a virgin, aren't you?"

   "Uh huh" she whispered in his ear.

   "And you'd let me ...  put it in you?" he moaned.

   "I think I'd like that very much." she whispered.

   He had to know, because the answer to his next question might give him
the strength to shove her out of his bed and save her virginity.

   "And your room really smells like paint?  I mean you really can't sleep
in there?  Right?"

   "No, I just wanted to come get in your bed" she admitted.

   He was lost.

   He was toast.

   She WAS making decisions, even if they WERE affected by hormones.  She'd
made the decision to get up and come here.  She WANTED him.

   He kissed her and ran his hands over her body.

   It took him about a minute before she was sopping wet.

   It took him fifteen seconds to position and mount her.

   It took him another thirty seconds to get the head of his cock past her
pussy lips.

   It took him forty-five seconds to find out she had no cherry to bust and
get two thirds of his cock into her.

   It took her half a minute to get used to those two thirds and shove her
pussy up for more.

   It took him one point five seconds to put the remaining third in her.

   Just like that, he was fucking the girl he'd called his niece her entire
life.

   She was able to take two minutes of his rampant thrusting before she
exploded into the second orgasm of her life.

   Two minutes after that she got her first cunt-full of baby butter as Bob
pounded his spurting prick deep in her belly.

   We'll never know for sure, but there is a high degree of probability
that it took him between two and five days to fuck her pregnant.

   She'd arrived at the farm in the middle of her cycle, and she never had
a period the whole two months she was there.

   Her parents were pretty ticked initially.  Then they noticed their shy,
retiring, unpopular, and yes, plain daughter had disappeared, and in her
place was a beautiful, confident, vivacious, and happy girl, who looked
forward to raising her lover's baby.

   The fact that he was not actually her blood relative, and that the State
would probably sanction a marriage, played one part in their final decision
making.

   The fact that, if she wanted to, she could live on the farm to raise
that baby, didn't escape them either.

   She did want to.

   Her parents never thought they'd be Grandparents to EIGHT children!

   But they were.
   
