Author: norelpref
Title: Just Like Her Mother
Summary: Uncle abuses his young niece.
Keywords: Mg, Mdom, nc, inc, ped, preg, 1st, light viol


Part 1

Frank pulled into the driveway in front of his brother's cabin
perched on a low cliff looking out over Lake Champlain. His
brother came here every summer with his family, but it had been a
few years since Frank had joined them. His brother met him as he
pulled his luggage from his rental car and helped him carry it
inside.

"Isabelle is down at the beach with Tommy. Melissa said to say
hi, she had to run out to the store." His brother John explained
when Frank asked where everyone was. Isabelle was John's daughter
from his first marriage. Her mother, also named Isabelle, had
died shortly after giving birth to her, almost thirteen years
ago. John had married Melissa during his subsequent depression.
Unlike Isabelle, who was a beautiful petite redhead with emerald
eyes and alabaster skin, Melissa was a fat bitch who Frank
thought needed to learn her place. He would have taught her
except he didn't touch fat bitches.

Frank had always thought his brother was a bit of a fagot, a born
wimp. He certainly didn't know how to keep his women in line. In
Isabelle's case, Frank had been happy to train her himself,
without his brother's knowledge, of course.

John said to make himself at home as he as he had some work to
do. Frank was always grateful he had managed to make a living day
trading from his home. Unlike his brother, who worked some
piss-ant job in an office, when he went on vacation, he didn't
bring his work with him. He grabbed himself a beer, slipped into
his speedos, and headed down to greet the kids.

The beach was rock, slate shelves descending into the water like
steps. A cedar tree, curving out from the cliff sheltering the
beach, had towels draped on it. Frank added his. Six year old
Tommy was splashing away in the water. Isabelle was sitting in
the shade of the cliff, reading a book. She stood up, awkwardly,
when she saw him.

"Aren't you going to give me a hug, Isabelle?" Frank asked,
pitching his voice low. She blushed and came to meet him. She
looked so much like her mother. Red hair, green eyes, milky white
skin. Her breasts, small, barely tented her bikini top. Frank bet
he could wrap his hands around her waist. Her hips were just
beginning to flare, her bikini bottoms stretched over her little
lips, their outline just visible. She walked like a cautious deer
on her slim, coltish legs. She'd grown a lot since he'd last seen
her. He felt his cock twitch as she hugged him, her head barely
topping his stomach.

Tommy, too young to remember Frank from the last time he saw him,
came out to meet him and was soon laughing excitedly as his new
favorite played with him in the water. There was a raft anchored
a little ways off shore and they took turns clambering up the
ladder on the back, yelling as they jumped off it, cannon balling
into the water. Isabelle watched from shore.

Melissa, as always, was a drunken bitch at dinner. Drowning
herself in vodka. What was new to Frank was that his brother was
matching her, shot for shot. As she grew more belligerent, his
brother grew more obsequious. After dinner, his brother passed
out in his bedroom, his wife drunkenly shepherding the children
off to bed. Frank, despising vodka and tired of beer, drove off
to find a decent bourbon.

When he got back to the cabin, all the lights were off. Grabbing
himself a glass, he headed down to the beach, bottle in hand. He
thought about grabbing his suit but figured he'd just swim in the
nude.

As he reached the beach he saw the light of a fire. It was
Isabelle, sitting by the fire, hair, wet from a recent swim,
draped over one shoulder. She was absentmindedly tossing stones
in the lake, a towel wrapped around her waist.

"Your father know you're up?" Frank asked as he stepped into the
firelight. Isabelle jumped up, startled, her towel falling from
her waist. She shook her head.

"Don't worry, I won't tell." He winked. She blushed. He grabbed a
beach chair and sat down, pouring himself some bourbon.

"Sit down, sit down." He urged. She sat down, cautiously, on her
towel. She was a skittish little thing, Frank thought. Good. He
asked her a few standard questions, just to loosen her up. How
was school going? What's your favorite class? And so on. She
murmured a few standard replies. Then he asked her about boys.
Were there some cute ones at school? She blushed and shook her
head, looking down into the fire. Frank sipped at his drink and
thought for a moment. He stared at her, his cock twitching as he
focused on the space between her legs. She shifted in her seat.
Aware of his gaze.

"Want to try some?" He asked, holding out his glass. "Or no,
maybe your a little young." She might have been an intelligent
girl, her mother certainly was, but she was still just a girl.
She took the bait. And the glass. Too big a gulp and she burst
out coughing. Frank reclaimed the glass before she could spill
too much.

"It takes some getting used to," he commiserated, "try a smaller
sip." He engaged her in light conversation, about the stars, the
lake at night, the lights from New York glistening across it. All
the while he fed her sips of bourbon, edging closer to her until
they sat, side by side. She was responding to the alcohol,
talking more, her speech beginning to slur as she warmed to the
bourbon and to him.

"Why don't you sit in my lap, Isabelle? Like when you were
little?" He asked when he thought she might be drunk enough. She
hesitated. "Isabelle, come sit in my lap." The authoritative
worked. Like her mother, she just needed a firm hand. As she
settled into his lap, Frank wrapped one arm around her stomach
and offered her more bourbon with the other. He held onto her
tightly, enjoying her warm, trembling body. His left hand traced
circles on her soft little stomach. He set his drink down and
stroked her hip, lightly, with his fingers. He felt her begin to
relax.

"You know you look just like your mother?"

"Yes." She whispered. She'd been told.

"She was very beautiful. We were very close." She looked up at
him, questioningly. He kissed her forehead. "I was very close to
your mother, and I'd like to be close to you, too." His left hand
kept tracing soft circles on her stomach while his right hand
slipped up under her top to cover her left breast. She tensed and
tried to rise but he held her tight, massaging her budding flesh,
caressing her stomach. "Relax, little one, it takes some getting
used to." He smiled, thinking about the bourbon. He slipped his
left hand down into her bikini, cupping her sex with his palm.
She was warm, moist. Just like her mother.

"Uncle... Please..." She looked up at him, pleadingly. So without
hope. So without defense.

"Shh. It's okay." He whispered in her ear, then licked the lobe
with the tip of his tongue. He found her clit with his fingers
and gently toyed with it, coaxing it from its hood. "Your mother
loved me, far more than she loved your father. She would have
wanted us to be close." Actually, he was pretty sure she had
loved John, though he couldn't imagine why. However, she had
belonged to Frank, and deep down she'd have known that her
daughter belonged to him as well, regardless of how she might
have felt, regardless of how she might have tried to fight it.

Isabelle shivered in his arms, eyes closed, lips parted, as he
played with her. First, rubbing lightly at her clit, then cupping
her tiny sex, running a finger along her slit, gathering up
moisture, slipping one, then two, fingers inside her. She was
tight, tighter then her mother. Like her mother, she too would
stretch. He felt her hymen. Good.

Her breathing was growing ragged, her eyes screwed shut. Frank
loosened her top, letting it dangle uselessly from her neck. He
fondled first one small, soft mound of flesh, then the other. She
was getting close. He turned her face to his, engulfing her
pretty little mouth in his. He worked at her lips until they
parted, his tongue slipping in. She came, clamping down on his
fingers, mewing desperately into his mouth.

"That's a good girl, cum for your uncle." She subsided, slumped
in his lap. Frank turned her out onto his chair as he stood up,
his cock straining against his shorts. He slipped out of them,
along with his underwear and shirt. She stared, wide-eyed, at his
cock. He chuckled. It was thicker then her wrist.

"Just you stay right there, sweetie. I'm going to take a quick
dip but I'll be back for you in a minute." He smiled like a
shark, then dove into the lake. He surfaced just in time to see
her running up the stairs, away from the beach. "Silly little
bitch." He muttered to himself.

The cabin had an outdoor shower round the side. Four walls and no
roof. It was running when Frank came up from the beach. He set
down his clothes, glass, and bottle outside the shower. Reaching
over the side, he unlatched the door and stepped into the shower,
shutting the door behind him. Isabelle had her head under the
running water. She hadn't noticed him. He stepped up behind her
and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her to him, pressing his
cock into her back.

"Don't run, don't make a sound." He hissed as she struggled to
get free. "Don't make me hurt you, Isabelle, I just want to love
you but I'll hurt you if I have to." She stopped struggling.
"That's a good girl." His right hand wandered down to her crotch
as the other massaged her left tit. She was still wet. Her lips,
inflamed, slightly parted. She was ready, but he stroked her a
little more, just to be sure.

"Turn around." She obeyed. "Put your hands up here, on my
shoulders." She stood on her toes, the tips of her fingers
resting lightly on his shoulders. "Now hold tight." He slipped
his hands under her slim thighs, hoisting her off the shower
floor. She let out a gasp and clung to him, her arms slipping
down to wrap around his chest. Her feet slid against the back of
his thighs, searching for support. He walked her back, bracing
her against the shower wall. He dug his fingers into her
buttocks, hoisting her up, her slit poised over his cock.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." He commanded. She complied. He
lowered her, his cock nudging at her nether lips, resting the tip
between them. It was a tight squeeze. This was going to hurt her,
a lot. She looked down at his cock, poised to enter her, then up
at him in awful wonder. He looked deep into her big, frightened
eyes. They were such a beautiful green. "This is going to hurt a
little, baby, okay? But your going to love it, every bit as much
as your mother did." He covered her mouth with his hand. "Sorry,
can't have you waking the neighborhood." He explained, then
pressed her harder into the wall, pulling down on her ass as he
thrust up, piercing her hymen, burying half his length inside
her. She shrieked into his hand. He held still, waiting for her
sobs to subside.

"Shh, shh. It's okay girl, that's a good girl, sweetheart." He
whispered, soothingly, in her ear. Finally she calmed down enough
and he removed his hand from her mouth. He cupped her cute little
ass, squeezing it as he settled in for the long fuck.

"You're doing very well, Isabelle, now lets get that cute little
cunt of yours stretched out, make you into a proper little fuck,
just like your mother." With that he began to hump, short little
thrusts, in and out. Inch by inch, he worked himself deeper
inside her, till he was buried to the hilt. He ground his crotch
into hers, then began long, slow thrusts, taking his time,
stretching her out, working the full depth of her cunt.

She was so tight it almost hurt, but someone had to break her in.
He chuckled softly. The right man for the right job. He'd ruin
her for every man that came after him, just like he'd ruined her
mother for her chode of a father.

She was panting now, her head resting against his chest, her
fingers digging into his back, her red hair matted to her face.
The head of his cock tapped against her cervix. She squeaked,
convulsing, glancing up at him. He grinned down at her. If she
was anything like her mother, she was going to love this.

"It just takes some getting used to, girl." He laughed. "But I'm
sure you're going to love it."  He thrust harder into her,
knocking against her cervix with each thrust. She convulsed, the
back of her head slamming into the shower wall, again and again,
her cunt clamping down on his cock. He pinned her hard against
the wall as her little legs slipped from around his waist,
kicking wildly in the air, her nails scratching into his back.
Frank sped up again, nearing his finish.

"Let me tell you about your parents, girl." He whispered harshly
between grunts. "Your father meant nothing to your mother, in
fact, he probably wasn't even your father. Your real father is
probably right here, fucking you in the shower as you cum all
over his cock like a little slut." This was most definitely not
true. He had only ever fucked her mother here, during the summer.
Given Isabelle's birthday, she was probably conceived in the
winter. He just liked fucking with her head, it was just as much
fun as fucking her body. "Really, you should be calling me daddy.
So go ahead." He thrust up into her. "Call me daddy."

"Daddy." She gasped.

"Again." Another thrust.

"Daddy!" She whined.

"Say 'cum in me, daddy.'" She was silent. "Say it." He thrust
hard.

"Cum in me, daddy."

"Again."

"Cum in me, daddy." She was barely audible, gasping for breath.

"I'm cumming in you, baby," he groaned, his sperm spurting
against the entrance to her womb, "cumming deep inside you."

He held himself inside her until his cock softened and slipped
out. He stepped back, letting her slide down the wall. She sat on
the floor, her legs sprawled, useless, a stream of pink tinged
cum leaking from her gaping little cunt.

"You did really good, baby, really good. But there's just one
thing left, then you get to go to bed." She looked up at him,
eyes glazed, uncomprehending. "Get on your knees, babe. That's
it. Good girl. Now clean my cock. No, with your tongue, that's
it. Just like your mother used to do." He came again, this time
in her mouth, her green eyes looking up at him as she swallowed
his cum, pretty little lips wrapped around his cock. She was such
an obedient little girl.

"Now you get some sleep," Frank said, leaving her kneeling in the
shower, "You've got a big day tomorrow. Your father thought I
should take you and Tommy out on the lake. We'll have all sorts
of fun, you and I. Sweet dreams, sweetheart." He whistled to
himself as he headed off to bed.

Part 2

Tommy was very excited as Frank readied the motor boat for their
trip across the lake. Isabelle seemed less enthused. She looked a
little stiff as she walked down to the beach. She wore a sundress
over her suit but there were light bruises visible on her arms.
Neither her father nor Melissa seemed to notice, but Frank did.
He smiled to himself. With the boat ready he helped the kids in,
making sure to cup Isabelle's cunt as he lifted her in, giving it
a little squeeze, chuckling when she winced. As they headed out
across the lake, Tommy asked her to come sit up in the front with
him. She started to go with him but Frank grabbed her by the arm.

"I need Isabelle to help me out with a few things, Tommy, how
about you man the prow by yourself?" Tommy, not terribly
disappointed, headed to the front of the boat. "That's a pretty
sundress, Isabelle," Frank smirked, "Give it to me." She lifted
the dress over her head and handed it to him. No more bikini, she
was wearing a one piece today. "Now the suit." She looked around,
wildly. "No one can see you, take it off now." She handed it
over. Checking to make sure there weren't any boats in their
path, Frank kept a hand on the wheel as he looked her over. There
was some light bruising on the insides of her thighs, where he'd
thrust a bit to hard, and on her tiny breasts, where he'd been a
little rough with his fondling. When she turned he saw bruises
where his fingers had squeezed into her buttocks. Her back was a
little scratched from rubbing against the shower wall. Really,
though, she could have looked a lot worse.

"Put this on and come sit in my lap." He tossed her the sundress
and sat back in his chair, freeing his cock from his shorts. He
lifted up her dress as she slipped into his lap, settling it
around them, his cock resting against her cunt. "Put your hands
on the wheel and keep it steady." She complied. Keeping his eye
out for boats, he slid his hands up under her dress, massaging
her, twisting her nipples, causing her to yelp.

"Your such a good little slut." He whispered in her ear, nibbling
at the lobe. She shuddered, but kept the boat steady. One hand
drifted down to her clit, teasing it till it emerged. He spit on
his hand, wiping it against her slit. " Stand up. Good, now sit
down." He grasped her hip with one hand, his cock with the other,
pulling her down, impaling her. It went in easier this time.

"Now move your hips, baby. That's right. Up and down. Fuck my
cock with your slutty little cunt." Frank stroked her back and
sides, as she rode his cock, eyes closed, knuckles white as she
gripped the wheel with both hands. "That's a good little slut,
ride daddy's cock, you sweet little slut. Slide your slut cunt
all over daddy's cock." He whispered in her ear, over and over,
her own little mantra. Her breathing grew ragged and her cunt
clamped down on his cock. The little slut was cumming already.

"Aw, I want to drive the boat too." Damn it, thought Frank,
where'd the little shit come from?

"Uh, sorry Tommy, not till your older." Isabelle was shaking,
whimpering as she tried to control herself in front of her
brother. Her face was beet red. "Say tell you what," Frank said,
pissed that Isabelle had stopped moving, even though her cunt was
still convulsing, massaging his cock. "Why don't you get back to
the front of the boat, and if you see anything dangerous, let us
know. You'll be our lookout. It's a very important job."

"Alright, I guess." Tommy agreed, bounding up to the front of the
boat. Pathetic little wimp, definitely his father's son, Frank
thought as he gripped the little fagot's sister's hips and began
lifting her up and down like a rag doll, fucking away at her,
enjoying her panting and squeals of pleasure. He wondered idly if
the little cunt was on birth control. Probably not, given that
her stepmother was not only a fat bitch but a religious fat bitch
at that. Oh well, he thought, not my problem, as he bit into her
neck, filling her cunt with sperm.

They had lunch at a restaurant on the other side of the lake that
catered to boaters. It had a dock to anchor to, which is, of
course, why it was called The Old Dock Restaurant. The food was
shitty, but kids loved it. Frank and Tommy each had burgers.
Isabelle had a salad.

Seeing as she hadn't had any protein, Frank had her kneel under
the wheel on the way back home. He drove, one hand on the wheel,
the other on the back of her head, trying to see how much cock he
could get down her throat. All of it, as it turned out.

Part 3

The next day the whole family went down to the beach to swim and
hang out. If John noticed his daughter's raspy voice, or the way
she was careful to keep her legs slightly parted, he said
nothing. Frank sat with his brother and Melissa, watching the
kids playing on the raft, taking turns pushing each other off.
Eventually, Tommy got tired and came back to the shore,
complaining that his sister was too rough. Isabelle stayed out on
the raft, lying in the sun. Frank decided to join her.

She watched him warily as he swam out to the raft. He grinned up
at her when he got close.

"How about you get in the water, Isabelle?" She shook her head.

"I'm too cold, Uncle Frank." She whined. Frank glowered up at
her. Her swimsuit clung to her soft little body. He was getting
hard.

"Get in the water now, you little cunt." He snapped. She slipped
into the water. He hoped no one on shore had heard him. As she
surfaced he grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head
back. She yelped in pained surprise.

"I told you to call me daddy," Frank hissed. "Now swim behind the
raft with me." She nodded her head and swam to the back of the
raft, away from the beach.

"Hold onto the ladder." He ordered. She grabbed on to it. "Hold
tight." He slipped behind her, rubbed her cunt a few times
through her suit, and, pulling it aside, freed himself from his
speedos. He gripped her slim thigh with one hand, lifting it up
to the side, spreading her, gripped her shoulder with the other
and slid up into her. He began to thrust, one hand gripping the
raft, the other her shoulder. She was panting softly while her
cunt contracted on his cock. She came fast, just like her mother.
He nipped and sucked at her neck, leaving a mark.

"You're my tight little cunt, Isabelle." He whispered in her ear.
She panted, a squeak escaping her lips each time he thrust too
far, hitting the back of her cunt. "You're nothing but a little
cunt, born to be fucked." He licked at her ear, bit into it.
"Born to be knocked up." She began to tremble. Had she not
thought about it? Didn't they teach sex ed in her school?

"No, uncle, please, I can't get pregnant." She whispered,
desperately. "You have to pull out." Did she really think she
could stop this now? That she had any control over what he did
with her body?  She still had a lot to learn. Frank grabbed her
by her throat, squeezing, restricting her airway.

"What did you call me, cunt?"

"Daddy..." She gasped.

"That's right," he said, relaxing his grip, "now say, 'please,
daddy, knock me up.'"

"Please, daddy, knock me up." She whimpered.

"Say 'put a baby in my slutty, twelve year old womb.'" He
ordered, driving hard into her cervix to emphasize his point. She
convulsed, her body shaking with the force of her now continuous
orgasm.

"Put a baby in my slutty, twelve year old womb." She cried, tears
filling her eyes.

"Take my cum, cunt." He snarled, pulling her from the raft,
shoving her head under the water as he filled her with cum.

Back on shore, John smiled up at Frank as he came out of the
water.

"I think its great how your getting along with the kids. I really
appreciate it, you know. Tommy thinks your the best. And just
between the two of us, I think Isabelle might have a little bit
of a crush on you." Frank smiled down at his stupid, wimp of a
brother, for whom he felt nothing but disdain, who's daughter he
had just enjoyed and would continue to enjoy for the rest of his
stay. He smiled down at his brother who's daughter he would fuck,
on all fours, like the little bitch she was, in the room she
shared with her little brother, while he slept in the bed beside
them. Smiled at his brother who's  daughter he would fuck in the
shower, in the woods, pressed up against a tree, on the ground,
in the dirt. Who's daughter he would teach her proper place in
the world, impregnating her in the process, ruining her chances
for a normal life.

"Well," He replied, "You know how much I love kids."

Epilogue

Four months later, Frank was just finishing up his trades for the
day, having made a nice little profit, to the tune of twenty
million, when his phone rang. It was his brother, John.

"Frank, I need help. It's Isabelle. Some boy got her pregnant,
she won't tell me who. We've pulled her out of school. Melissa is
furious. Wants her out of the house. I have to agree, she's a bad
influence on Tommy. I know this is asking a lot, but we were
wondering if maybe she could stay with you? At least for a little
while? Until she has the baby?" Frank smiled. Once she was in his
house, she was never going home.


  
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