WARNING:  This story contain scenes of graphic sex.   If 
subject matter of this nature does not interest you, do not 
read any farther.  

All events in this story are fictional.  All the characters 
in this story are fictional.  This is a fantasy. In other 
words, this is a tale in which physical acts and human 
responses are not limited to nor necessarily based in 
reality.  Some acts and responses in the story are 
physically or physiologically improbable.  But I like to 
think believable..

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father...

If you are under 18 years of age, go away.  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any 
disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that result 
from reading this story.  

You have been warned!

That said, enjoy!...  :) 

NightShade

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Nicki

By NightShade

4/7/97,  rev. 12/98

Steve put down the heavy trunk he was carrying and turned to 
watch the small figure on the path far below struggling with 
two heavy suitcases.  In the distance, he could just make 
out his rusting Ford pickup parked at the end of the dusty 
road that wound up the valley.  His cabin commanded a view 
he never tired of.  Unless, of course, he was carrying a 
fucking steamer trunk full of fucking rocks up the fucking 
mountain.

"God Damn bitch," he muttered to himself.  "Every fucking 
year the same fucking thing."  Why couldn't his sister 
watch her own kid for the summer?  Just because he had a 
disability pension and didn't have to work; and because he 
had a big place up in the mountains where the kid couldn't 
get into trouble, his sister had been unloading his niece on 
him every summer for the past 10 years.  Ever since Nicki 
had been 4 or 5 years old. Five years after the stupid bitch 
had given birth to an unplanned and unwanted child.  It 
still amazed Steve that those two self-centered brats who 
called themselves her parents had suffered through five long 
summers without their precious vacations with their money-
stuck-up-their-ass friends.  They still lamented that 
sacrifice loudly and often.

Steve glanced back down the mountain path.  He grinned, in 
spite of himself.  He really did like the kid and all.  He 
watched her struggle determinedly with those heavy 
suitcases.  He knew she wouldn't quit and that made him 
proud of her.  He had taught her that.  

He had to admit she was actually somewhat nice to have 
around after a couple of weeks at his place.  It took about 
that long for her to get over being spoiled and to get the 
`city' out of her system.  His sister and her no-good 
husband were too busy working to pay much attention to 
Nicki.  They substituted cash and gifts for love and 
attention.  As you would expect, Nicki was spoiled rotten.  
But she was more lonely than spoiled.  Kind of like he was 
when she left at the end of the summer.  He quickly shoved 
those painful memories out of his mind.

He picked the heavy trunk back up and headed towards his 
cabin in the distance.  Shit, it felt like she was moving in 
for good this time.  This was by far the most stuff she had 
brought with her, and that wasn't counting the suitcases she 
was lugging.  He thought he remembered hearing something 
about more shit on the way, too.  UPS or something.  Fuck!  
That meant even more fucking trips up and down the hill

When he reached the cabin, he put the trunk down heavily on 
the packed earth clearing that substituted for a front yard, 
turned and sat wearily on the trunk.  He rested, wiping the 
sweat off with his shirtsleeve, waiting for his niece to 
make her way up the path.  He knew better than to help her, 
or to offer any assistance at all.  It was an understanding 
they had had from that first summer 10 years ago.  She 
always insisted on carrying her own weight.  This time, she 
almost was.  Those damn cases were heavy!

It was hot today, hot for this early in the season, hot for 
this high up the mountain.  Still, the sun felt good on his 
back as it warmed him through his shirt.  He impulsively 
pulled the shirt over his head, baring his muscled torso to 
the sun's rays.  His chest glistened from the effort of 
hiking up the steep slope carrying the extra weight.  He 
kept in excellent shape during the spring, summer, fall and 
most of the winter by chopping firewood for the entire 
valley.  He did it for free, just for the exercise.  And to 
keep from going crazy up here by himself.  Only the deep 
snow kept him housebound.  The neighbors thought he was 
already crazy to do it 'fur nuttin', as they said, but they 
weren't complaining loud enough for him to hear, yet.

He watched his niece struggle as she lugged the cases up the 
last section of the path to where he was sitting.  Nicki 
wasn't used to the altitude or the exercise and it showed.  
Her hair was messed up, her breathing ragged and she was 
sweating profusely.  She dropped the heavy cases helter 
skelter next to the trunk and collapsed on the ground.  

"Moving in for good this time?" he asked.

"Huh?  Didn't Mom write you?  She said she sent you a 
letter.  They're going to Europe or something and will be 
gone longer this year."

"Shit!"  He meant to say it under his breath, but 
apparently, some of it slipped out.  Nicki's face clouded 
and the excited light in her eye flickered and dimmed.  He 
watched as a large tear dripped down her smooth cheek.  Now 
he knew what shit felt like.

"Oh, Nicki, Hell!  You know me.  I didn't mean that like it 
sounded.  You know it's not you, it's your Mom.  It's just 
that, well, I just wish she would ask me first.  Just 
once."

"You don't want me here, do you."  It wasn't a question, 
but a statement.  Her shoes fascinated her at the moment.  
She wanted to hear him grovel a bit.  It was another 
tradition.  She always needed him, at least once, to say he 
wanted her to be there with him.

"Oh, shit, yes!  Of course I do.  I look forward to you 
coming every summer.  I really do.  Honest!  It's like you 
belong here, you know?  You always have a room up here with 
me.  Besides, I can imagine, it must be hard for you, too, 
getting dumped off on old Uncle Steve, having to come all 
the way up here in the woods every year.  It must be tough 
not to be with all your friends."

"Nah, it's OK.  No big deal.  None of them are home, 
either.  They all go to camp all summer and sleep in big 
rooms with people they hardly know, different every year.  
At least I know where I'm going to be, have my own room, and 
who I'm going to be with."  She grinned up at him, and he 
knew he was forgiven for his outburst.  "Besides, you're 
not all that hard to live with, Uncle Steve."

She had been looking at his face during this last part.  She 
liked his face.  It was so open and honest.  Not tight and 
closed like her father's.  <Not bad looking, either!>  Nicki 
flushed red as this thought flashed through her brain.  But 
now that she had noticed, she had to admit he was kind of 
good looking.  His longish blonde hair was lightened by long 
hours in the sun.  It gave him a kind of surfer look.  His 
face was, well, not handsome in a pretty way, but its 
ruggedness deeply attracted her.  She was drawn to his 
strength.  She liked how his eyes sparkled when he looked at 
her.  They both had the same blue eyes.  So did her mom.  
Icy blue, almost white.  Against his dark cheeks, the 
contrast was startling.  

Her gaze drifted down to his thickly muscled chest and she 
felt a funny twinge in her tummy.  She blushed again.  She 
was really feeling weird.  It was the altitude, she tried to 
convince herself, but she knew better.  She had felt the 
same way in the airport looking at that football player.  
The muscles rippling across Uncle Steve's chest as he moved 
stirred her.  She remembered she had the same feelings when 
she had watched his tight butt as he walked in front of her 
up the path.  She hadn't needed to rest.  She wanted to see 
his body!  

His bulging muscles when he lifted the heavy trunk had taken 
her breath away.  He tried to pretend it was nothing, but it 
had taken her and both her parents to get it into the taxi.  
She felt the fluttering again, as she looked a little lower 
at his stomach.  God! A six-pack!  Even slouched as he was 
there was no excess.  All muscle.  All male.

Nicki felt her heart-rate pick up and a hot flash swept 
through her young body.  She leaned back on her elbows and 
closed her eyes to cover her embarrassment.  She could still 
peek between the slits of her eyelids at her uncle.  She had 
never realized what a huge hunk of a man he was.  Maybe, 
maybe he could teach her about some of those things.?

Steve watched her looking him over.  He had been trying hard 
not to stare at her the whole way up the path to the house.  
When they had first started up the mountain, he had been 
behind her.  He immediately noticed that she had developed a 
decidedly feminine ass over the past year.  He thought back 
to when she had left and he knew she had not looked like she 
did now.  She had been a skinny kid then.  He began to have 
trouble walking as he kept staring at that enticingly 
swaying ass, and at her first rest stop, he moved in front 
of her.  

As he looked at her now, hot and flushed from her exertions, 
he started getting hard again.  Climbing the steep path to 
the house on a hot, humid day had plastered her thin cotton 
tee shirt to her young 15-year-old body.  And God! What a 
body!  

It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath that thin 
blouse.  He had done her laundry for the past 10 years and 
he knew she had never worn one up till now.  But someone 
should have clued her in.  With tits like that hanging out 
in the open, he was going to have a lot of trouble keeping 
his hands off her.  He shifted a little, relieving some of 
the pressure on his swelling cock.  Here tits were just as 
he liked them.  Not huge, but definitely out there.  High, 
firm mounds capped by the lightest pink/red centers.  
Smaller than a quarter, with stubbornly erect nipples he 
could see poking up into the damp material of her thin 
shirt.  He thought again of how she looked when she left 
last September.  Yep, she was a scrawny kid.  He had hardly 
recognized her getting off the plane.  Holy Shit, was she 
built!  

He didn't think she was aware that her unrestrained breasts 
were essentially completely exposed by the wet translucent 
material.  As he watched her slyly scoping out his chest, 
arms and abs, he saw her tiny nipples suddenly perk up and 
poke out very sexily.  What could she be thinking?  A dark 
damp spot was spreading across the crotch of her tight 
shorts, too.  Could have just been from sweating, but 
maybe.?  His cock began swelling even larger in his jeans, 
causing a lump to grow down his right pants leg.

Nicki caught her breath, now that she had it under control.  
She had closed her eyes almost all the way shut and leaned 
back against the suitcase, resting.  She could still see out 
of the slits in her eyes and had been seriously checking out 
her Uncle Steve.  He didn't look like any of the boys at 
General Parker Middle School.  There were no guys at the 
high school she was starting next year that looked like him, 
either.  They were boys.  This was a man!  Her heartbeat 
sped up, sending more strange fluttering feelings to her 
cunny.

And that thing in his pants!  God!  That couldn't be his 
`thing,' his penis, could it?  If what her girlfriends told 
her was true what she was supposed to do with it, it was way 
too big.  It went all the way down his pants leg!  And if 
what she had learned in SexEd was true, when it got hard and 
stiff, when a boy got `excited,' he was supposed to fit his 
erection up inside her somehow.  Geez, Uncle Steve wouldn't 
be thinking about doing that to me with that, would he?  Oh, 
God, would he?  Do you think, maybe, he..., we.?  Maybe this 
wouldn't be such a bad summer after all.  Maybe she..., he..., 
they.  But it was so BIG!

She had heard one of the girls talking about putting her 
boyfriends thing in her mouth and sucking on it.  Most of 
the girls had thought that was gross, but Nicki wasn't sure.  
She wondered how it felt.  And some of the girls had called 
the girl a slut and a cocksucker for doing stuff like that.  
Nicki didn't do anything but listen.  And think about it.  
But just thinking about it now, putting her mouth over Uncle 
Steve's thing, well, just by thinking about it the tingling 
got stronger.  That wasn't all sweat that was leaking out of 
her cunny, either!  With a little shudder, more stuff leaked 
out, and she suddenly felt very self-conscious.

Blushing bright red, Nicki jumped up quickly, 
unintentionally giving her uncle a nice little bouncing 
booby show.  He enjoyed it immensely and almost applauded.  
She picked up her suitcases and headed for her room, leaving 
her semi-aroused uncle staring at her long legs and shapely 
ass as she walked by, and wondering if this summer would not 
be so bad after all.

The next few days were somewhat tense and unusually 
uncomfortable.  Both of them were trying to figure out if 
there were new rules of behavior, now that there was another 
set of raging hormones in the cabin.  There had never been 
two sexes there before.  Nicki was a late bloomer.  Fast, 
but late.  So it had never been a problem with them, and 
they had been pretty casual about dress and closing doors 
and privacy.  There had never been a need for privacy.  

There were several `accidental' walk-ins when one or the 
other was in the shower or dressing.  She was fascinated 
with his schlong, hard or soft.  For two days, whenever they 
were together, it seemed to him she never looked at his 
face.  Her eyes automatically fell to his crotch.  He dug 
out all his bikini underwear for her benefit.  Or at least 
that's what he told himself.  

On her part, she was oblivious to his stares at her newly 
developed body.  She hadn't had it long enough, or been 
exposed like most of her friends to a lot of gawking young 
boys to make her sensitive to male attention.  She hadn't 
yet learned to watch where a man's eyes were focused.  If 
she had ever looked up at Steve's face, she might have 
noticed.  But all she noticed was that fat tube in his 
shorts when he got up in the morning and went into the 
bathroom.  She got a good look at it once when he was in the 
shower and she `had' to go pee.  It seemed to get a little 
bigger as he watched her use the toilet, but she wasn't sure 
as he politely turned his back to her.  She thought he had 
taken a longer shower than normal that morning.

Every year, the first week after she got to the cabin was an 
`off' week.  Her Uncle Steve would let her get used to the 
altitude, and no telephone, and no TV and no CDs and so on.  
They always did the same thing on the same day every year 
for that first week.  The first couple of days they sat 
around and talked, catching up.  This year they both did a 
lot of looking, as well.  Then, to get her used to the 
altitude, he would take her on short hikes, one day to the 
caves down the mountain a ways, the next day they would hike 
to the lower lake and go swimming.  This year she had 
forgotten her swimsuit at the cabin and stripped down to a 
thin tee shirt to go in.  She really liked the way he looked 
at her and how he reacted to looking at her.  That night she 
put all of her bras away for the summer.  She decided she 
wouldn't be needing them.  

The next day found them at the top of the mountain behind 
the cabin and then the last day of the `off' week they went 
to the high lakes and went fishing, if the ice was melted.  
The water there was really too cold to swim, but the cool 
air made her nipples poke out through her shirt.  Again, she 
had `forgotten' her sweater, and Uncle Steven had to put his 
arm around her to warm her up.  The heat his touch generated 
in her quivering young body had nothing to do with shared 
body heat.  It was more like the chemical reaction of two 
sets of raging hormones rubbing together.  Maybe 
thermonuclear would be more appropriate....

In many ways, the week had gone pretty much like normal, but 
they were both unsure of how to act around each other.  
Sometime Steve thought she was just his little niece again, 
and he was cool with that.  But increasingly, she was acting 
more like a little sex kitten.  That drove him nuts and he 
just about got a blister on his prick jacking off at night.  
Then there was the issue about her disappearing without 
telling him.  

Nicki kept sneaking off by herself, thinking she was 
slipping away unnoticed.  Because, to put it bluntly, Nicki 
was horny.  She was also inexperienced and naive and a 
little bit shy about her new body and these strange feelings 
she was having.  Her mother, as usual, didn't have time to 
talk to her about the changes she was going through.  The 
changes in her daughter's body had happened so fast, she 
almost didn't recognize her when she had come home from work 
early one afternoon.  She had stared at this strange 
beautiful young woman, and then had gone into her office, 
ignoring her.  Nicki had been hurt, but she had caught on at 
a very young age that she wasn't very welcome around her 
home.  

So any education Nicki got, she got on the street.  So many 
of her girlfriends had developed tits earlier, they had 
boyfriends and had started kissing.  Nicki had had a body 
like a stick next to theirs until just last year and the 
boys just weren't interested when there were girls with 
boobs available.  When she had started to blossom, hell, she 
exploded; she had been embarrassed by the deformations 
happening to her body.  She covered up what was happening 
with the loose-fitting styles of her generation.  No one 
noticed.

She was also terribly shy about sex and boys, but mostly 
sex.  That didn't mean she wasn't curious or that she didn't 
talk to her girlfriends.  She was just not confident of 
herself, of what she had become.  And the urges the other 
girls were feeling hadn't been there, either.  At least, 
until now.  Just before she had left the city for the 
summer, her one best girlfriend had asked her if she had 
ever rubbed herself `down there' and Nicki, even though she 
hadn't, said she had.  But she would only admit to once so 
her friend wouldn't think she was a slut or ask her more 
about it.  But it got her thinking.

As she got used to the altitude at Uncle Steve's cabin, and 
the clean air, and the early nights - they went to bed when 
the sun went down - she finally did it, once.  She touched 
herself down there with one slender finger.  Over her 
panties.  She liked it a lot.  She touched herself just 
where the hair ran out.  That's where it felt best.  The 
thin cotton of her panties kept bunching up and getting in 
the way so she slipped her finger underneath.  It still felt 
good.  Better, in fact, than through her panties.  The tip 
of her middle finger traced up and down the firm lips of her 
cunny.  It tickled a little, but she knew this was in the 
right direction.  

As she played with herself, her knees came up automatically, 
spreading her virgin cunt open to her exploring fingers.  
She ran her hand up and down slow, then faster.  She noticed 
her fingers were wet and first thought it was perspiration.  
But this was slimier, slicker.  Her breathing became 
shallow, and she could feel something happening.  She knew 
something was going to happen, she could feel it.  But she 
didn't have a clue what.

On the upstroke, a lazy finger grazed the spot right at the 
top of her slit.  She gasped at the sensations that slight 
grazing caused.  She had touched herself there before, yeah, 
but it had never felt like that.  She touched it lightly 
again, and groaned.  It seemed a little bigger, swollen 
like.  So this is was her girlfriend meant.  Gently she 
began experimenting with her new magic button.  Rubbing it 
with her fingertip was good, but too intense, at least for 
the beginning.  Rubbing felt better later, when she felt she 
was ready to explode.  What felt best right now was running 
two fingers up and down, one on each side of the swelling 
hooded button.  And then there was the rhythm.  Slow was 
good, but so was fast.  Then faster.  Now slow for a bit.  
And faster.  And ....

She was afraid she had woken up her Uncle Steve with her 
screaming, but he hadn't said anything at breakfast the next 
morning.  She hadn't meant to scream, but the feelings that 
had charged through her sweaty, heaving body had really 
surprised her.  

It may have surprised her, but it still had felt like 
nothing she had felt before.  It felt so good, she began 
playing with herself all the time, whenever she could.  She 
couldn't get enough of it.  She had always thought she might 
feel dirty when the other girls had talked about touching 
themselves down there.  All she felt was good!  It was 
thrilling, and it was naughty at the same time.  

She was rubbing herself constantly, day and night.  During 
the day, she would stand at the corner of the kitchen table 
and let it poke into her crotch as she would rub up and 
down, forcing the corner against her sensitive swollen lips.  
She would position her chair at an angle and she would use 
the table leg, sometimes with Uncle Steve sitting across 
from her!  He never noticed!  

When she was out in the woods, she would find a large fallen 
branch or tree and straddle it, riding it to a thrilling 
shudder.  There was one fallen tree in particular she liked 
that was just out of sight of the cabin.  She could really 
let loose there, out by herself.  She used the stairway 
banister with that wonderful knob on the end, she used the 
free-standing towel rack in the bathroom, the edge of the 
bathtub, the old exercycle with the busted seat in the 
basement.  Basically, she dry humped anything she could find 
that she could get between her legs.  

Every night she used her fingers before she went to sleep to 
rub herself to a shuddering orgasm.  Or two.  Or three.  
Every night, in her dreams, she had visions of huge 
sausages, writhing tubes of meat, snake-like monsters all 
looking at her naked virgin cunny.  She would spread her 
legs wide in her dreams, inviting them to do something, 
anything.  All the monsters ever did was rub against her.  
She would wake up in a frustrated sweat, somehow 
unfulfilled, knowing there was something more.  She was 
still a virgin, even in her dreams.

Steve, for his part, was playing it cool.  Or at least as 
cool as a pedophile could in this situation.  No one in his 
family knew, but his sudden discharge from the Army was not 
for physical reasons.  It was technically a medical 
discharge.  He had been an exemplary soldier, not bright but 
not stupid, on his way up to a sergeant's rank.  He was the 
top ranked driver in the motor pool at HHQ.  He had been 
discharged from the Army after banging six 12 year olds on a 
five-day field trip.  The little girls hadn't complained or 
turned him in.  Hell, it had been their idea to come into 
his room night after night after night.  He hadn't even 
suggested it.  It had been their fucking ugly teacher who 
yelled `Rape' when she was caught in a compromising position 
by one of the horny brats.  

He could get it up for those little girls any time they 
wanted, which, for those precocious Army Brats, was every 
time no one was watching.  But it went limp-city when their 
teacher was under him.  No matter how much she sucked on it, 
what she wore, or what she let him do to her, it played dead 
soldier.  He hadn't asked her into his bed, either.  Hell, 
all he wanted was some rest!

The teacher had cried rape when one of her girls came into 
his room and caught them both naked with her tied to the 
headboard and him beating the shit out of her tits, just for 
the heck of it.  He had been arrested and that should have 
been that.  Her story was so weak, he would probably have 
gotten off with a note in his record.  Except that during 
the investigation, the whole story came out when one of the 
little cunts was questioned.  She broke down and told the 
whole story, then pissed her pants because she was afraid of 
what her father would do.  To her, not Steve.

When the other five girls were confronted with the story, 
they confessed and told the same story, leaving no doubt 
that Steve was not the instigator.  The shit really hit the 
fan, then.  Two of the girl's fathers were generals, and 
they didn't want any publicity like this.  Period.  So Steve 
was discharged, honorably, and even finagled a disability 
pension on top of it.  The US Army just wanted him gone.

Even with his leanings toward young stuff, Steve had never 
noticed his niece in that way.  Hell, she was his niece, 
family, fur Christ's sake.  But shit, did he notice her now!  
Maybe it was her boiling hormones that let off a scent or 
something.  Or all that sticky stuff on the sheets.  He 
noticed her hard young woman's body now, that's for fuckin' 
sure!  He also noticed how her long blonde hair looked 
better in twin ponytails.  It made her look younger.  He 
noticed that just a little makeup made her look outstanding, 
especially red lipstick.  He began dreaming of those ruby 
lips stretched tight around his hard cock.  

Now that he had noticed her, he began watching her whenever 
he could.  Following her out of the house on the second day, 
he almost laughed aloud when he came upon her straddling a 
log in the woods.  If she hadn't been screaming her orgasm 
to the wild, she would probably have heard him jacking off 
watching her.  He arranged for a tree about the right size 
and the right height to `fall' closer to the cabin, but with 
a convenient view from his deer blind.  He also began 
placing convenient objects in her path, like the `old' 
exercise bike in the basement floor.  It had only taken a 
couple of minutes to weld the seat so that the horn was 
almost vertical and then to stack the boxes just the right 
way.  She had spent several hours down there in the 
basement, humping herself on that old bicycle seat, unaware 
of the front row seat he had arranged for himself.  

As he watched her become acquainted with her sexuality, he 
learned several things.  First, she never penetrated her 
cunt.  He thought that was odd unless she really didn't know 
anything about how sex worked.  Knowing his sister, that 
made sense.  Second, it didn't take much to light her jets.  
She could cum faster than any woman or girl he had ever 
seen.  Third, she got excited, really excited rubbing her 
cunt on something.  But she also got just as excited when 
she rubbed her asshole.  Which she was doing more of as she 
got more experienced.  It almost seemed she preferred it 
back there, when she could get at it, like on the upright 
bicycle seat.  Fourth, she began, finally, to notice his 
reactions to some of her actions.  Like him staring at her 
in skimpy clothes, or staring at her bare tits when she bent 
way over and poured his coffee.  And she was repeating the 
things that turned him on, made his cock rise.  Fifth, she 
didn't strip down to do it, except maybe at night.  He 
didn't know about that.  He had only listened at night, not 
peeked.  

After that first night when she had scared the living shit 
out of him with her sudden screaming, ol' Uncle Steve began 
to listen at her door at night.  He could hear the tell-tale 
bouncing bedsprings and the sloshing of a tight juicy quim 
being tormented with dainty fingers.  He would let loose his 
throbbing cock and stoke it firmly, timing his cum with 
hers, her high-pitched squeals, now muffled in her pillow, 
announced her oncoming climax.  There were several new 
stains on the wall next to her door and a funny bleach smell 
in the hall.  She never noticed.

So the first week passed without incident.  That all changed 
when they started their normal summertime routine.

Every year Nicki would help her Uncle Steve as he chopped 
firewood.  When she had been a little girl, not much more 
than a toddler, she would pick up the scattered wood chips 
and pile them in a neat stack.  Well, more or less neat.  It 
got neater as she got older.  It had been her way of 
helping, carrying her weight.  

As she got older, she would do other things, some of them 
actually productive.  He always had something for her to do 
near him because he honestly enjoyed her company.  She had a 
ready laugh and was always chatting about something.  
Besides, it kept her busy, gave her something to do, and he 
always knew where she was.  

Until she got here, he hadn't been sure what she would do 
this year.  That changed when he saw her at the airport.  He 
decided then to let her take a more active adult role this 
year.  He tried to convince himself that he had made his 
decision based on her physical size, she was taller, too, 
not her physical attributes.  When he closed his eyes, 
though, he could just imagine her bra-less tits bouncing in 
her tight shirts as she swung a light ax or used the two-man 
saw.  The images of her firm ass in her tight shorts flexing 
with each stoke kept him hard most of the night every night.

Nicki came outside for the first workday after cleaning up 
the breakfast dishes - he cooked, she cleaned, as always.  
Steve handed her a pair of safety goggles, some new soft 
leather gloves in her size and a new lightweight ax.  He 
pointed silently to a stack of dried logs waiting to be 
split and smiled.  A more experienced girl might have said 
he leered lecherously.  Ok, Ok.  The corners of his mouth 
were tilting upwards and several teeth showed.  So you 
decide.  What would you be doing in his shoes?

Nicki understood what he wanted her to do and she was 
thrilled.  She didn't even notice his expression.  Finally, 
she was getting to do the big people stuff.  She attacked 
the pile with youthful vigor, never giving a thought to how 
sore her muscles were going to be from all this unaccustomed 
work.  Or for the erotic show she was putting on for him.  
It was everything he had imagined and then some.  She kept 
going and going, Stroke after stroke, matching, or nearly 
matching his output.  She didn't notice he seemed 
preoccupied, and was not splitting as much wood as he 
usually did.  She just wanted to make him proud of her, to 
show him she was grown up.  In this case, that wasn't really 
the issue.  She was already shown him she was grown up.  By 
the end of the morning, she was hot, tired and sore.  

Sweat covered her body, slicking down her loose blonde hair 
to her neck, plastering her shirt to her body.  She blushed 
when she looked down and realized she could clearly see her 
stiffening nipples through the thin fabric.  She shuddered 
as a soft breeze chilled them, making them poke up quite 
dramatically.  Looking up quickly, she saw Uncle Steve 
grinning at her as he watched her near naked body in the 
bright morning sunlight.  It was the first time she had 
caught him looking at her body, but he was too tired to 
care.  Fuck it.  She looked damn good.

She was embarrassed by his stare, but thrilled, too.  Really 
thrilled.  Excited by his bold gaze, she decided to push it 
and see what happened.  Her gloves came off slowly as she 
pulled each finger up and then took the glove off her hand.  
She didn't know it, but she was mimicking a strip teaser.  
Uncle Steve knew it, and his prick reacted accordingly.  
Nicki noticed that, however.  

As she teased him, her eyes were glued to his crotch.  As 
she shook out her sweaty hair, she reached into the back 
pocket of her tight shorts and took out a rubber band.  She 
gathered her hair up into a ponytail to keep it off her neck 
and out of the way.  She noticed his `thing,' his cock, 
jerking and swelling as she seductively posed for him.  It 
thrilled her to think she could do that to him, make him 
excited.  Being naive, she didn't know that by Spring, Uncle 
Steve was so horny, he would fuck a sleeping bear.

From the reaction she saw in his cutoff shorts, Uncle Steve 
apparently liked it when she had her arms up and her hands 
behind her head.  She kept her hands behind her head for 
longer than necessary, fussing with hair that didn't need to 
be fixed, teasing him.  When she turned around and wiggled 
her butt at him, she heard a groan escape from him.  Teasing 
him, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.  
His face looked awful red and she gave him a happy, almost 
innocent smile.

Deciding to continue and to see what else he liked, she 
nudged her gloves off the log she had laid them on.  She had 
to lean over the log with her butt towards Uncle Steve, then 
reach way over and get them.  Which she did.  Slowly.  She 
even managed to drop them two or three times.  That wasn't 
hard to do because her arms were so sore and she could 
barely reach them by stretching out on her tiptoes.  

She knew her shorts were tight when she was standing up and 
that they would be even tighter now.  What she didn't know 
was that the wetness from her sweat and her cunt juice made 
the fabric stick to her so that it formed to every curve.  
It was like a second skin, showing her slit and puffy lips, 
her ass crack and even the little dimple of her asshole.  
Uncle Steve was getting quite a show.  And he was enjoying 
it immensely.

He walked over to her as she was leaning over the log, her 
feet just barely on the ground.  He placed a leather-gloved 
hand in the small of her back, ostensibly to steady her, so 
she wouldn't fall.  Actually, his firm hand pinned her to 
the log.  He tipped her slightly forward.  With her feet now 
off the ground, she had no leverage and she hung there 
helpless.

He moved in behind her and leaned over her back, pressing 
his own sweaty body against hers.

"Need some help, Nicki?"  He tilted his hips up and 
pressed his swollen cock up against her stretched ass 
cheeks.

"N-n-n-no.  I almost have them.  But you can steady me, 
OK?"  Her breathless voice caught as he punctuated her ass 
with his prick.  Her ass wiggled back against his cock-
swollen pants.

Steve stayed where he was as he watched her struggle to 
reach the gloves.  He leaned in a little bit, pressing 
tighter against her ass.  He reached down to hold her around 
the shoulder blades, thinking to hold her by the shoulders 
and dry-fuck against her fabulous butt.  But just as he was 
reaching down, she finally got a firm hold of both of the 
gloves.  She arched her back to raise herself up.  This had 
two effects.  One, her ass flexed up against his crotch even 
harder.  Two, his gloved hands missed her shoulder blades 
and ended up slipping around her chest to grab firmly onto 
her tits.  

"Oooooohhhh!  Pull me up, Uncle Steve."

She loved the feel of his strong hands on her boobs.  To 
prolong the feeling, she locked his hands in place by 
bringing her arms down to her sides.  She still was teasing 
him and didn't notice he was beyond teasing.  When he didn't 
move to lift her up, she wiggled her butt impatiently and 
turned to look at him over her shoulder.  She giggled when 
she saw him standing there with his eyes closed.  

The "little girl" giggle did it.  He went over the edge.  
This was no longer a game to him.  Too fucking bad if she 
was his fucking niece.  His hands squeezed her firm tits 
suddenly, and she gasped.  The rough leather of the gloves 
rubbed against her sensitive flesh and a bolt of energy 
surged from them straight to her tight little slit.  She 
bucked against the log, spreading her legs, rubbing her clit 
on the rough bark and her ass on the hard cock behind her.  
Her legs bent around his legs automatically.  She locked her 
ankles around the backs of his thighs and urged him closer 
to her.  She rhythmically ground her pussy into the log.  
Uncle Steve picked up on her erotic rhythm, squeezing her 
tits and humping his crotch against her ass in the age old 
beat.

After several minutes of this frantic stimulation, a 
tremendous flash of lightning hit her brain, cunt, tits and 
ass at the same time.  She screamed in wild orgasm, shaking 
in his grasp, feeling electrified all over and oh, so good.  
Her first big girl climax left her limp and unconscious in 
his arms.  

As she came to, she thought she was dreaming again, but this 
time the dreams were different.  This time, the monsters 
were tickling her, one of them was brushing up against and 
actually poking a little ways into her cunt and another 
monster was nosing firmly into her asshole.  But this dream 
felt different, too.  Oh, God!  It wasn't a dream!  Please 
don't let it be a dream.  It feels so good.  Oh, please!

Nicki was still head down over something, but it wasn't the 
log.  This was narrower, and closer to the ground.  She 
looked up and saw her glove lying near her head.  When she 
went to grab for it, she found she couldn't move her hand.  
Neither one.  Confused, she looked back at her hands and saw 
they were tied at the wrists to her ankles and that each 
ankle was then tied to a leg of a sawhorse.  She was spread 
wide open.

Her shirt had either dropped or been pulled so that it 
bunched around her neck, exposing her bosom for the first 
time to male eyes.  Her naked bosom, anyway.  And that flash 
of hot pink around her left ankle was her shorts.  She 
couldn't wear panties under those shorts.  They were too 
tight.  Oh my God!  She was tied up, bent over a sawhorse, 
her naked butt sticking up in the air and her bare boobies 
bouncing with every breath.  And she was loving it!  She 
could feel the juice running down her legs from her cunny.

She thought back to those dreams, those things poking at her 
privates.  She looked back through her spread legs.  And 
gasped!  Uncle Steve had taken his shorts off, too!  And it 
was bigger than BIG, it was HUGE!  It looked angry, it was 
so stiff and red.  But there was the cutest little slit at 
the top of it with a delicious looking drop of fluid seeping 
out.  It looked like a big, make that huge, lollipop.  With 
a thick stick.  She wanted to touch it, kiss it even.  He 
was on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in. 

"AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"

"Welcome back to the living, Nicki.  Did you have a nice 
nap?"

"Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve.  I never felt anything like that 
before.  And just now, what did you do?"

"You mean this?"  She spasmed in her bonds, screaming.  
"Or this?"  He did something else to her butthole she 
hadn't felt before.  She screamed again.

"Oh, geez, Uncle Steve.  The first one, but they were both 
nice.  Better than nice.  It felt fantastic."  She paused, 
breathing heavily.  "Uh, Uncle Steve, did we just do 
`it'?"

"If you mean, did we just fuck, no, we didn't do `it'."  
He leaned down to look at her upside down face.  "You mean 
you don't know what `it' is?"

"Well, er, uh, kind of, but, uh, well, not exactly.  I know 
it takes a man and a woman and he puts his thingy in-"

"His WHAT?"

"His thingy.  You know, there, that thing there."  She 
tried to point with her nose at his pecker, but, having 
straightened back up, that wasn't the mouth he was staring 
at.

"You mean this?"  He reached down with one hand and 
grabbed his rampant cock.  He shifted so that he could move 
the tip up and down the inside of her left leg.

"Oohhhhh, yesssss.  That.  That thing."

"That `thingy' is my cock.  And this <kiss> is your pussy, 
or your <kiss, lick> cunt.  This little rosebud here <kiss, 
poke> is your asshole."  Uncle Steve punctuated each of her 
holes with a kiss and/or a probe with his tongue.  She just 
lay across the sawhorse, shivering with each touch.  He 
repeated the lessons several times.  He continued his 
licking, kissing and probing with each lesson, listening to 
her gasps and groans.

The longer she didn't ask to be released, the bolder he got.  
He still wasn't sure how far he would or should go right 
now, but now he was sure that sometime - soon - he would be 
fucking his little niece.  And not just her cunt or her 
mouth.  Uncle Steve wanted Niece Nicki's ass.  He was 
fixated on it.  He was going to have it and soon.  Maybe 
tonight?  Maybe.  Hell, probably.

"Cock.  Cunt.  Pussy.  Asshole.  Got it?"

Oh, yeah.  G-g-g-g-got it, Unce' Stev'.  Ooooooohhhh.  Oh, 
Uncle Steve, your cock.  Is it really hard?  How does it fit 
up me?  Oh God.  I have so many questions."

"Shit, Nicki, don't they teach you city kids anything at 
school?  I'll bet you've never even seen a cock before, have 
you?"

"Huh-uh."  She shook her head `no'.

"Well, shit.  How're you supposed to practice being a good 
little cocksucker?  We'll just have to give you all the 
practice you need this summer.  How `bout that, huh?"

With that, he tipped her over a bit more, moving her head 
down under the sawhorse and towards his cock.  As her head 
swung around, he pointed his cock right at her mouth.  His 
aim was good.  As it got close, she opened her mouth, wide, 
then wider still.  With an audible plop, it was in.  And it 
kept coming!  

Without her hands, she couldn't control the depth.  She 
gagged a couple of times as it whacked into her tonsils.  
Then she relaxed her throat, swallowed and forced it down 
into her throat.  Uncle Steve must have liked that a lot, 
because he yelled down the valley.  After he was done 
yelling and moving it in and out real hard, he buried his 
face in her cunt and she didn't remember much after that.  
She thought she felt her asshole being stretched, as if he 
had poked two or three fingers in it.  Mostly she just 
remembered his iron prick sliding in her mouth and throat.  
It got bigger, then it jerked and she had to swallow some 
salty, fishy tasting stuff.  And she had never felt so 
wonderful in all her short life.

After he untied her and helped her up, they decided to take 
the afternoon off.  With the amount of work she had done 
this morning, Steve knew she was going to be worthless the 
next couple of days.  But he thought he could find something 
to keep her mind off her aches and pains.

She had seemed pretty submissive during the time she had 
been tied up and he decided to see how far she would carry 
the submissiveness.  If he were lucky, she wouldn't know any 
better and would think it was normal.  Hell, it was worth a 
shot.  He took her into his arms and held her tight, her 
arms held captive between their bodies.  She stood there 
meekly, looking up into his eyes.  He kissed her forehead 
and then told her what he wanted her to do, how he wanted 
her to look and what to wear.  He waited for some 
resistance, but saw none in her adoring eyes.  With a swat 
to her bare bottom, he sent her scampering back into the 
cabin.

He picked up the work area a bit, putting away the discarded 
tools, clothing, and gloves.  He went into the cabin's 
living room and sat down in his overstuffed easy chair.  The 
stack of mail from the Post Office was still sitting there 
from last week's delivery.  He sorted through it, liking 
that there were never any bills.  Mostly junkmail, but it 
helped keep him informed of what was available in the real 
world.

He had just found his sister's letter when Nicki came down 
the stairs into the living room.  He tried to remain cool 
and calm when he saw her, but it was impossible to keep his 
prick down.  She saw him stiffen and giggled.  That added to 
the effect and he gave up.

"Shit, Nicki, you look great!  Just fucking great!"

"Really?  You don't think I look too young?  Or do you 
like...?  Why, Uncle Steven!  I do believe you're a pervert!  
You want me to look like a little girl!"  This tickled her 
for some reason, and she down ran the remaining steps 
laughing and jumped into his arms.

She had done her hair in twin ponytails, red lipstick, a 
too-tight cutoff tee shirt and tiny thong panties.  A little 
girl slut look.  He was in heaven.

She sat on his lap and let him touch her for a long time.  
Finally, she was squirming, her ass writhing directly on top 
of his iron prick.  That reminded her of something.

"Uncle Steve?  Can I practice some more now?"

"Huh?  Practice what?"

"You know, with your thing."

"My what?"

"Oh, yeah.  Your cock.  Can I practice sucking on your 
cock?"

"Is that all you want to do?  Just suck on it?"

She blushed.  "N-n-no."  She took a deep breath and looked 
at him wistfully.  "I don't know anything else to do, I 
mean, I've never done anything.  But I want to learn about 
everything, and I want practice a lot so I get real good at
it, too."

"You want to do everything?"

"Uh-huh.  Everything.  Especially the stuff you like to do.  
I want you to have fun, too."

"Oh, well.  OK, then.  I guess you can practice.  We'll do 
some of the other stuff later.  Something I really like, OK?  
You know, really do need the practice.  But if you want to 
be really good, you can't use your hands."

"Really?  Gee.  I want to be the best, uh, cocksucker I can 
be.  For you," she added, smiling at him.

"Alright then, let's get you started.  Stand up and turn 
around, hands behind your back."  

She did.  He took a short cord from the pocket of his 
cutoffs and looped it around her wrists that she had 
placed behind her back.  Then, he took a 
longer cord and tied it tightly around her waist, leaving a 
long end hanging down in front.  Reaching through her legs, 
he grabbed the hanging cord and drew it up between her legs, 
hard into her cunt.  He looped it over the waist belt in 
back and then drew it back through her legs.  He had her 
turn around and face him.  Her face was flushed and she was 
gasping for air.  She was feeling things she had never felt 
before and she just couldn't seem to catch her breath.  

Being tied up scared her a little, but she felt safe with 
her Uncle Steven.  Looking at his tented pants, he obviously 
liked doing it to her.  It felt exciting, too, making her 
little slit wet.  She decided she would let him tie her up 
anytime he wanted.  All the time, if that's what he liked.  
It was kind of funny, the way his hands were shaking from 
his excitement.  

She watched him as he tied off the loose end of the crotch 
rope at the waist belt.  He made it tight, then he pulled it 
tighter still.  When she wiggled her hips to adjust it a 
little, the crotch rope slipped between her cunt lips and 
rubbed right against her magic button.  She just about fell 
over from the intense pleasure.

Uncle Steve helped her to her knees so that she was between 
his spread legs.  He unzipped his shorts for her and his 
prick sprang out.  He held it for her while she captured the 
swollen head between her ruby red lips.  Her eyes looked up 
at his for approval and he nodded his pleasure at her.  She 
just held her head there, not knowing what to do.  Gently, 
he took her head between his hands and showed her how to 
move her head up and down.  He instructed her to move her 
tongue, and suck.  Above all, no teeth.

Nicki was a good student and diligently practiced the 
elementary movements he had taught her.  He leaned back in 
the chair as she bobbed slowly up and down his hard shaft.  
Reaching over, he picked up the discarded letter.

"Dear Steven.  Derrick and I have a wonderful opportunity 
we just can't pass up.  He got a promotion and a transfer to 
the European office of his company.  I was able to get a 
posting in my company's European office, and a promotion to 
go with it!  I'm sure you can see what a tremendous 
opportunity it will be for us, but we'll be too busy with 
our new jobs to take care of Nicki.  I'm sure you won't 
mind.  It will only be for a couple of years,...."

He put aside the unfinished letter and looked down at the 
petite blonde head bobbing enthusiastically up and down 
between his thighs.  

Nah.  He wouldn't fucking mind at all....

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