Uncle Mark


As she climbed into his car, she said, "Thanks so much for letting me stay at your house this weekend while Mom and Dad are at their stupid convention with Auntie Marie, Uncle Mark. I'm sooo glad I don't have to stay home and play lame games with my sisters and the babysitter!"

"Thank your mom and dad, Sweetie.  They're the ones who said it would be okay for you to stay with me this weekend."

"I know.  This is gonna be sooo cool!  Can we pick up some videos on the way home?"

"Yep.  I thought we'd pick out a couple of videos for tonight, and then grab a pizza before we head home.  Sound like a plan?"

"Mm-hmm."

Danni picked out one `chick-flick', but then wanted Mark to choose one `scary' movie for later.  He went for a classic:  "The Shining", the original version with Jack Nicholson.

After serving up the pizza on the coffee table in his family room, they sat back on the couch to start watching her movie.  "What would you like to drink, Sweetie?"

"What are you having, Uncle Mark?"

"I'm just gonna have a beer."

"Can I have one, too?"

"Hmmm.  You're not gonna be going out driving anywhere tonight, are you?"

"Uncle Mark!  I'm only 13!  I can't drive, yet."

"Oh yeah.  I forgot.  You always seem so grown up to me.  Okay, I guess it won't kill you to have a beer or two tonight.  Just don't tell your mom or dad!  They'll think I'm a bad influence! `

"Everybody already knows you're a bad influence, Uncle Mark, but we all love you anyway!"

"Now you go slow with this stuff, Sweetie.  I don't want a drunk girlfriend on my hands tonight."

"Oh, Uncle Mark," she scolded, slapping him on the shoulder.  "Be quiet now and let's watch my movie."  But he was able to discern the slight smile, and the blush that slightly colored her cheeks, even through the perfect olive complexion.

She only drank the one beer during the first movie, but asked if she could have another while they were watching the scary one.

 `I guess that'll be all right.  But, I need to take a potty break and get ready for bed before we start the next movie.  Why don't you do the same? `

She came back down wearing an oversized flannel football jersey that came down to just above her knees.  She'd scrubbed her face, and her long brown hair was loose over her shoulders.  She sat down beside him on the couch, snuggling in under his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder.  He pulled the comforter up around both of them and they settled back to watch the movie.

Again, she didn't chug the second beer down, and he agreed to let her have one more about half way through.  She didn't scream or yell during the really intense parts, but she did bury her head into his chest a number of times when Nicholson was swinging the axe around or otherwise acting the perfect psychotic villain.

In fact, he didn't really realize how deeply the movie had affected her until he said,  `Okay, Sweetie, time for bed,` and she replied with, "Oh God, Uncle Mark, that movie was so scary!  I'm afraid to be alone!  Can I sleep in your bed tonight, since Auntie Marie isn't here?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sweetheart."

"Why not?  I won't take up much room."

"Yeah, but what if I snore?  What if you snore?  What if I roll over in the middle of the night and crush you to death?"

"Oh, Uncle Mark!  You won't crush me to death!  And I don't care if you snore. I just don't want to be alone!"

"Okay, but don't blame me if you don't wake up in the morning because you've been crushed flatter than a pancake!"

"I won't!"

After brushing their teeth, they headed in and crawled between the cool, clean cotton sheets of Mark's king-sized bed.  Wearing only a pair of cut-off sweatpants as pajamas, Mark laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head.  Danni, in her flannel jersey, snuggled up to his side, soon dozing peacefully.

A couple of hours later, Mark awakened to find himself spooned up against Danni's back side, his arm draped across her, and thinking how comfortable it felt.  As he kind of dozed, half asleep, half awake, his hand was gently sliding over her petite form, softly caressing from her shoulder all the way down to her knee.

He became more aware of what he was doing, and that awareness slowly brought him out of his drowsiness and up to a level of alertness.  He knew his dick had begun to stiffen against her butt, enjoying an almost imperceptible rocking motion.

His hand was covering more territory, fingertips dropping down to brush across the tips of her chest mounds  - when had they become more than a handful? -  tickling her belly and down along the front of her thighs.

On the return trip, his hand seemed to snag in the hem of her jersey, drawing it up along her legs, and he suspected that when she had climbed between the sheets, apparently her flannel gown had been pulled up so that under her hip, the hem was already up to the level of her waist.

God, her skin is soft!  Man-oh-man!  That feels so gooood!  A sudden catch in his breathing.  Satin!  Danni is wearing satin panties!  Oh Goddd!  His hands continue their soft slide.  Now each pass lightly caresses all the way from above the hillocks on her chest all the way down to her knees along the front of her legs,  Slowly.  Softly.  Constantly moving but so gently, letting her body adjust to the pleasant sensations from the gentle caressing.

In her sleep she rocks back into him, murmuring softly; a satisfied sigh.

His hands now cover slightly more territory on each pass, his touch still light enough so as not to disturb her slumber, yet becoming more intentional.  Actually cupping one small breast from underneath if only for a moment, to better feel it's perfect shape, thumb lightly brushing, flicking back and forth across what he can now feel is a slightly stiff nipple.

The hand slides back down across the flat tummy.  Pulling the hem of her jersey a few inches higher, he can now feel the silky smooth skin, the slight pucker of her navel, light down beginning to form a line leading downward under the hem of her panties.  His fingers dance across, just barely touching the satin front of her panties, feeling the crinkly soft bulge made by her nest of pubic hair.

Tracing around the elastic edges at the legs, his fingers now sense the soft mound of her pubis.  He gently, oh so very gently runs along the creases that demarcate the tops of her legs from her pubic mound.  He thinks he can feel a pulse there now.

Flattening his hand onto her pudenda now he slowly draws up.  Up.  Across her tummy, fingers slipping in underneath the flannel jersey as they slide up her torso, slowing only as they feel the beginning of the rise of her breasts.  He slides his hand further up until he now cups the bare breast in the palm of his hand, his thumb again gently tweaking back and forth across the nipple. 

Danni stirs in her sleep, breath catching for a moment as she seems to stretch her lean young body out, pressing more firmly back against him, before relaxing back into her sweet dreaming slumber.

Mark realizes that his dick has noticeably hardened, poking uncomfortably for him into the juncture between her thighs from the back, uncomfortable only because it's constrained within the confines of his cut-off sweatpants and unable to extend to it's full measure.  He decides to relieve the discomfort by lowering the front of his shorts, allowing the head of his burgeoning cock to spring out and immediately burrow into the warm gap between her legs.  

Now as his hand glides down across the front of her torso, he begins to scribe soft circles on her tummy, and lower across the top of her mound, pads of his fingertips beginning to gently probe lower, feeling that her pubis has become firmer.  Allowing his middle finger to find and follow the crease of her furrow as it disappears between her thighs, noting a slight dampness that adds to the slipperiness of the satin fabric.

Grasping the knee of her upper leg and placing the foot of that leg behind his ankle, he rolls slightly backwards, causing her legs to spread, opening her entire crotch to his tactile examination. 

The arm that has been locked under Danni's shoulder is now able to reach around and begin to rhythmically squeeze her breast so he can focus the attention of his other hand in her nether regions, and he takes immediate advantage of that.  Picking up the same slowly pulsing rhythm as the hand on her breast, Mark presses his fingertips in at the base of her pudenda, following up with a stroking finger probing deeper into her crease with each stroke. 

Precum flowing steadily from the head of his penis mingled with her now abundant juices to totally saturate the gusset of her slick panties.  His shaft stroking along her furrow from the rear while his fingers pressed the sodden fabric into her crease from the front, Danni's hips quickening the pace of their leisurely hump, breathing loudly as she presses firmly back against his groin with each thrust.

Moving his hand up to her hip, Mark slips his fingers under the waistband of the silken panties, slipping that side over the bone of her hip and down onto the cheek of her beautifully contoured butt.  Fingertips once again gently caressing, teasing, stroking, he subtly inches the fabric inexorably down until, rolling back again just for a moment he pulls her other hip up from the mattress, freeing the other side of her panties to slip down from her other hip.

He pulls himself back just for an instant allowing him to roll the material further down the cheeks of her ass and his probing member now slides directly along the groove, slippery with their combined juices.

"AAHhhhhhh," the guttural sigh emitted by Danni as she presses her crease more firmly onto the shaft now sliding between her legs.

His hand underneath her has managed to raise the gown enough for him to gain access to her firm handfuls of bare breast meat,  The fingers of his other hand now explore the mysteries of her naked vulva, pleasuring in combing through the growth of soft hair, spreading open the lips, probing.  Discovering the sensitive clitoris, still mostly contained by the hood but unmistakably throbbing, engorged, begging for careful attention.

 Delicately, with just two fingers, he strokes along the sides of the sheath protecting the stalk of her clit, all actions now driven to the same relentless rhythm, her pelvis driving back against his groin, her chest pressing into his squeezing hand, his fingers coursing along her clit, the deafening drumbeat of their inner need building, becoming frantic, the lips of her pussy sliding wetly along the shaft of his member.

Danni  almost imperceptively, instinctively, reaches down between her legs to press the shaft of his cock more firmly into her furrow.  Mark gasps at the heated touch and thrusts yet harder, and she answers.

Both moaning, gasping, desperate in their efforts to transform themselves into a single being, heaving violently.  His rampant cockhead catches on the outer ring of her opening; he pulls back.  He will not take her prize this night!  Her need driving her, she writhes, flexing her pelvis in an effort to impale herself but he simply presses more firmly into her furrow while increasing the stroking along the sheath of her clit, now beginning to quickly flick a moistened fingertip across the very bud.

Danni bows her entire body, freezing, rigid, but for the frenzied vibration emanating from her very core.  Biting her lips to stifle a wrenching scream, she bathes him in her fluids as he begins to spurt uncontrollably, pulling her into his body as if life itself depended on them becoming one.

With a final groan, he released his strangle hold.  They both fell back onto the mattress, gasping in giant gulps of oxygen.  No words are spoken; they both simply bask in the all consuming glow of sexual satiation, until sleep overtakes them.



In the morning, Mark is first to slip out of bed.  After relieving himself, he headed to the kitchen to pull together a variety of breakfast choices.  It was only fifteen minutes or so later that Danni timidly enters, and quietly takes a seat at his kitchen table.

"How did you sleep, Pumpkin?"  he asks, trying to break through her sudden shyness, the timidity a result of her memories of last night's activities.

Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, she blushes deeply.  "Great, Uncle Mark!  I don't remember ever having such a wonderful, satisfying night's sleep!   Can I sleep in your bed again tonight?"

 

