"A Matter of Clothes" is a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious; the situations are fictitious and have not occurred in real life. "A Matter of Clothes" is the story of a man who falls in love with his niece and is asked to perform sexual favors for/with the young girl.

If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now. If sex between an adult male and underage girl is not your cup of tea, please leave now. Otherwise, stay and enjoy how a young girl manipulates her uncle. Enjoy, Frenchie

ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, cons, inc, ped, rom.



A Matter of Clothes - Chapter Three
by
Frenchie


Irene had called yesterday to say that the trial would take more time than anticipated and she wouldn't be home for the next couple of days. This news made Christy very happy because it meant her uncle Kevin would stay over another night and they could make love, undisturbed. Irene hadn't called today, so Kevin assumed she wouldn't be home tonight.

This morning was the same as yesterday; they got up, had breakfast; Christy went to school and Kevin occupied himself with household chores and he messed around in the garden and picked a few flowers.

Kevin was sitting on the front porch swing when Christy arrived at home from school. She put her books on the floor and sat next to him. They hugged each other for a little while and Kevin asked, "How was your day?"

"Quite frankly, Uncle Kevin," she said with an attitude. "It was very boring."

He chuckled. "How so? You weren't supposed to be entertained; you were supposed to be learning."

"I know, but you weren't there."

He pulled her close to him and kissed her.

"I love you sweetheart." He said as he got up. "Come on; let's get your homework done so we can have some fun."

"I love you too," she said, looking up to him and they kissed, pationately.

 She and Kevin went in the kitchen did her homework and then they watched television for a little while.

"I'm getting a little hungry," Kevin said, "how about you?"

She was nestled next to him, in a dreamy state--she wasn't watching the television--she was deep in thought, day dreaming, about what they would do for the rest of the evening.

"I could eat something," she said, dreamily. 

"How about a shrimp po-boy," he asked' "or a roast beef po-boy?"

"U, huh," she murmured.

"Ok, well, lets get up and you go wash your face and brush your hair and I'll go get the car ready." 

They drove to Shambra's on Jefferson Davis Parkway and he parked the car on the street and they walked to the restaurant. They had a po-boy each with coleslaw and a drink and Kevin asked her if she wanted desert, to which she said,

"No, I want to go home and make love with you."

With that said, they immediately drove back to the house, wherein, Kevin put the car away and Christy went inside.

When Kevin got inside, the front room lights were off with a beam of light streaming from beneath Christy's door. He went in and found her lying across her bed in her new petticoat without underwear. Kevin immediately undressed, turned the light out and crawled into the bed, with a raging hard on and lay next to his angel.

She turned over and they embraced and kissed; writhing, moaning, probing and feeling each other in a wealth of passion. They both grew weaker by the minute until they lay still, concentrating on one part of the other's body.

"Gawd, I love you sweetheart."

"And I love you."

And they kissed a long and wet, sloppy, kiss.

Not able to wait any longer, Kevin pulled up her petticoat and lay on top of Christy, aiming his rock hard cock at her soaked pussy. She reached down to guide it in. He pushed a little when it was matched to her hole and it slid in quickly, without any effort.

She let out a little whimper as he started pumping in and out. He held her in his arms and they kissed while his missile massaged the soaked walls of her virginal cavity. She moaned and whimpered, encouraging him on and every now and then, he to, let out an audible signal that he was enjoying the night. 

After about a half an hour, she said that she had to pee, so they took a break and both went to the bathroom. They went back to the bedroom and lay next to each other and kissed and caressed until Kevin crawled up between her legs and started massaging her clit with his tongue. He planned to bring her to orgasm by performing cunilingus on her.

"Ow... oh!" She screamed.

He did a figure eight over and around the sensitive organ and she writhed on the bed, uncontrollably.

Redoubling his efforts, he slid his tongue into her pussy and drew it out and put it back in, rapidly and she screamed and writhed some more. He kept repeating the process until Christy had a huge orgasm that lasted at least two or three minutes and she was breathless when it was all over with. He kissed her pussy and sucked the juices from it for sometime after and she lay there and moaned and groaned.

Then, he crawled up on her and held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly while he mounted her. He needed no help or guidance to get his prick deep into her pussy this time, because she was so wet that with the slightest pressure his prick was in and ready for action and so was he.

He held her ass on his arms, pulling her into him for deeper penetration and he pounded into her, mercilessly. She screamed and contorted back and forth in his arms. She was about to have another massive orgasm; and so was he.

He let her ass go down to the bed and he put his legs around her legs, squeezing her already tight pussy even tighter around his smoking cock and they both started having spasms at the same time. After about the third spasm, he had to hold her body tightly to his because the feeling was so intense that his glands felt as if they were on fire and the slightest movement would intensify the feeling to unbearable proportions.

They lay there, both spent and weak, holding each other, unable to say a word. They fell asleep.

Kevin woke up about 12:30 and went to pee. He climbed into bed next to Christy and she murmured as he held her.

"I love you so much." She said, softly.

He whispered, "I love you too, angel." And they kissed and caressed.

Soon, he was feeling her up, rubbing her little tits, her waist and her ass and she was getting hot again. He paid special attention to her ass and though he had never had a `piece of ass', he felt that he could possibly persuade her to try it. She seemed to enjoy when his hand passed over her butt and he squeezed it. So, he pulled her leg over his and slid his hand to her butt hole and he passed his `social finger' up and down her crack and then he rubbed her butt some more.

She was beginning to breathe hard again, so he continued with renewed effort and soon she pleaded.

"Oh, Uncle Kevin, do me there?"

She didn't have to say it twice, he was on top of her in an instant, massaging his boner between her lovely cheeks, lubricating it and making it wet with their love juices.        

She started writhing on the bed and moaning, loudly.

He spread her legs wide so there would be less pain, he thought. He had never done this before, but he heard that it was quite painful the first time. He felt around for her rear entrance and probed until he scored.

Gently, he pushed toward the eager girl. A little bit of the tip went in. She whimpered. He pushed some more and more went in, then he pulled back to let more love juice into her hole. He pushed in again and it was going deeper into her ass.

"Oh," he whimpered. "What a feeling."

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Please don't stop."

He had no intention of stopping, not until they each had another smashing orgasm. He pushed in and pulled out, lubricating his swollen member and her tight little ass. In and out and in and out; soon, it was almost all in her glorious little ass.

"Oh, what a feeling," she said. "You're so big and hard."

Those words promoted strength in Kevin and he was determined to hurt his young niece and he went faster and faster with his plunger.

She started screaming, "Don't stop! Oh, don't stop." And she contorted all over the bed and she bucked up and down until it was time, and he was ready with another big wad of cum, this time up her ass.

Again, he wrapped his legs around her and squeezed her ass cheeks together and began unloading his spunk into her tender, virgin asshole. He couldn't move, the feeling was unbearable as he pumped and pumped and squirted his seed unto his nine and a half year old niece.

She tried to scream but her breath was so ragged that she choked. Both were breathing so hard, that they thought they would pass out before it was all over. They lay as they were, still; his prick still partially imbedded in her bum.

Finally, he rolled over and held Christy in his arms and the two of them fell into a deep and restful sleep.

Oddly enough, they both woke up about six o'clock, wide awake and fully rested. They hugged and kissed for a while, then took a shower together and got dressed and had breakfast in time for the school bus. He kissed her goodbye in the kitchen and walked her to the front door. Gawd, he how loved that girl.

He washed the breakfast dishes and sat down in the kitchen and thought for a while. Last night took its toll on his energy, so he decided to take a nap on the couch. He turned the television on real low and lay down. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

Though the TV volume was low, the words being spoken woke him. He sat up and listened. He got up and turned the volume up so he could hear better.

"... involuntary manslaughter," the announcer said. "The thirty-two year old registered nurse of six years of service will be sentenced on July 16th. Bail is set at twenty thousand dollars. In other news..."

Kevin swore that he heard the announcer say "Irene Pendergrass", but he couldn't be sure. He got the phonebook out and dialed the television station that he heard the announcement on.

"Yes, may I speak to the newsroom?" He said to the person answering the phone. He heard a click and waited a few moments until.

"Hi, Greg Wilson, may I help you?"

"Hi, I just heard a news story on your station about a nurse who was convicted of involuntary manslaughter. Could you tell me her name?"

"Just a moment please." 

There was shuffling of paper for a few seconds and the man returned with, "Irene Pendergrass."

"Thank you." And he hung up the phone and sat down on the couch.

`And I thought she had jury duty or was testifying at a trial, but she was on trial. What am I going to tell Christy?'

Irene was sentenced to six years in prison and with good behavior could be out in three. Christy took it pretty hard as did Kevin. Kevin visited his sister every now and then, but Christy was too young. Kevin vacated his apartment and moved into his sister's house to take care of Christy. 

Soon, it was Christy's 10th birthday and they had a big party and invited all of her friends. He gave her a new petticoat and some lace panties with hearts all over them.

When the festivities were over and everybody had left to go home, Kevin approached Christy and held her face, looking up, in his hands and asked.

"What would you like to do now, sweetheart?

"Oh, that's easy." She said, curtly and with an attitude. "I want you to fuck my brains out, front and rear, all night long because its vacation and I don't have school tomorrow."


"Well, lets get to it young lady, before I'm too old."

They went to her bedroom and she undressed and put on her new petticoat on with a pair of her new panties.

"You're going to have to take them off of me." She giggled

"And then, I'm going to ravage your pussy and ass until you're comatose."

"What's `comatose' Uncle Kevin?" She asked in her sweet little girl's voice.

"You'll see young lady, you will see."


Laissez les bon temps roulez  

Let the good times roll

Frenchie


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