Paul Grimshaw - Uncle Ned

"My tits are much nicer, Uncle Ned," she whispered breathlessly. "Look!"

Without warning, she took Ned's hand and pressed it tightly over her right breast, holding it there against the spongy softness. "There!" she breathed. "Isn't that much nicer than those girls on the screen?"

Ned gasped, his body stiffening on the sofa, as he felt his teenage niece's softly quivering breasts against the palm of his hand. His penis gave an involuntary leap in his trousers, and his heart thudded wildly while his brain spun in shocked disbelief at her wanton action. He tried to remove his hand, but she was holding it tightly across her palpitating flesh, and the soft warmth of it was like an electric shock running up the length of his arm.

"My God, what are you… what are you doing, Laurie?" he managed to croak in a hoarse voice.

"Showing you that my tits are better than those girls'," his niece replied pantingly. "I'll show you even better now…" Hunching forward, she took his hand lower, sliding it into the loose bodice of her dress, holding it then over the hot softness of her naked breast, the palm pressing tautly against the rigid nipple of her tender young mound.

Ned gasped again, and he twisted on the couch, staring down at his redheaded niece on the cushion beside him. Her bare breast sent fiery needles through his whole body now, and sweat popped out on his forehead. His brain continued to spin; he didn't understand, couldn't fathom what this voluptuous fourteen year old was doing…

Her uncle's hand touching her naked flesh made Laurie shiver with lascivious delight as she held it pressed over her trembling breast. "Oh, Ned, your hand feels so good on my tit. I like you to hold me like that!"

The older man couldn't seem to breathe. The sweat had flowed down into his eyes now, obscuring his vision. Dear God, what is she doing? I'm her uncle, not… not some boy friend or lover… doesn't she realize that? My own niece… my innocent little girl… what's come over her to be acting this way…?

Laurie turned her face up to his, breathing warm sweet air against his skin, her eyes shining with something he had seen only in women who were about to be loved. She began to move his hand, around her ripely offered breast, the palm rolling her turgid nipple in tantalizing little circles that caused her breath to come faster and faster, her entire body trembling now with desire. Ned was frozen, unable to stop her actions, his arm and hand like placid clay in her dexterous fingers, his stomach a pit of fire at the prurient sensations which had begun to course through him from his niece's manipulations, from the erotic feel of his little girl's naked flesh. His restlessly stirring cock jerked and trembled, coming erect in his trousers, and he thought: No, no this is wrong… my God, I'm getting turned on by my own niece!

"Ned," Laurie whimpered. "Kiss me… please kiss me!"

There was no other world left for Ned Dow now except that tiny area of existence inside the darkened room; there were no erotically dancing girls on the screen. There was nothing at all except this mind-blowing tableau of his niece rubbing his hand across her naked breast and begging him to kiss her, kiss her not like a uncle, but like a lover.

Laurie raised her head and Ned, unable to move his head away, could only stare wide-eyed into the liquid depths of the young girl's smoky eyes as she brought her face over his, her lips parting moistly and moving on his mouth. An implacable surge of fiery passion seethed through the older man at the contact of his young niece's lips on his own, and he began to tremble, her breast under his hand now as hot as a burning mound of coal. Then Laurie's hot, hard little tongue was flashing into his mouth, darting madly around and against his tongue.

Ned's fully erect cock was palpitating with desire, and his cum-filled balls ached at the contact of her lush teenaged body with his. Her free hand went boldly down onto his knee, causing him to jerk spasmodically with further electrical jolts of pleasure, then she drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along his thigh as her tongue and mouth worked passionately on his own, as her sensually trembling body strained hard against his on the couch…

Laurie was consumed with raging desire now, for her plan was succeeding and she would soon have the intense pleasure of making love to this man she so loved, her uncle. She stroked his leg with one hand while her other helped his rough finger to caress her quivering breasts. The fourteen year old girl moaned deep in her throat as she swirled his saliva with hers, uncle's and niece's commingling in hot wetness in both their mouths.

This is wrong… This is wrong… this is wrong… Ned's mind chanted, but still he could do nothing to stop what was happening. It was as if he had been held spellbound by the enchantment of his niece and her softly heated flesh. His love for her was as strong as he'd ever felt for any woman, intensified by the exciting knowledge that they were of the same blood… excited that a beautiful young girl could feel a special need for him. At this moment, he could not deny the driving emotions, the all-consuming fire, which spiraled upward from his groin. God help him, he wanted to fuck her! And he would – regardless of the consequences!

His arms tightened convulsively around her as she caressed his thigh with harder, quicker strokes. She released his hand on her breast, brought it over to caress his chest through the cowboy shirt he wore, both her hands moving hotly, restlessly, over her uncle's trembling body. Ned tried in one last desperate attempt at rational behavior to remove his hand from his niece's softly resilient breast, but he couldn't, he couldn't move at ail except to continue to caress her, hold her tightly to him, tweak her hot, hard little nipples into further arousal, fuse his tongue with hers in a madly wet hot kiss of desire.

Then his niece's eager, searching hand moved all the way up his thigh, found the aching bulge between his legs, and began to stroke it with gentle yet demanding fondlings. The touch of her fingers on his hardened penis, his swollen balls, brought palsied trembling to Ned, agonized animalistic groans from deep in the core of his being. But he couldn't stop her, he couldn't stop her at all…

Oh he's so big. So much bigger than Ken! Laurie thought wildly as she stroked her uncle's genitals. Oh I knew he would be big. The biggest, I just knew it! It's so good, I'm glad I decided to do this, I want you, Uncle Ned, I want you to fuck me.

Now his heavily breathing young niece's questing fingers located the zipper of Ned's fly, began to draw it down. She broke the kiss then, nuzzled his cheek, his neck, reveled in his gasping. Against his ear she whispered hotly, "Let me take it out, Uncle Ned. Let me take your beautiful cock out and squeeze it in my hand and I'll make it get even harder!"

"L-Laurie…" he managed to wheeze, in a last semblance of rationality, of propriety, "you can't… do this. It's wrong, child, it's incest. We can't…"

"Ned, Ned, I love you, I love you, I want you!"

"Ooohhhh…"

"You love me too, don't you? You want to love me all the way like I love you, don't you? Say you do, Uncle Ned, let me take your cock out and hold it…"

There was no more resistance left in Ned. Never had his body been this hot, this consumed with desire. Yes, he wanted her! Yes, damn it, yes, yes, yes! He loved her, he loved her more than anything in the world, and this was the ultimate expression of love, yes, yes, yes, "Yes, honey, oh God, yes, take it out, yesssssss!"

Laurie's fevered fingers drew the zipper all the way down, then went to his belt as Ned continued to massage her breasts under the loose gown, showering hot kisses onto her red hair and long slender neck. His lovely teenage niece unfastened his belt, opened his pants, pulled them aside. Then her long-nailed fingers slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, drew them down and away from his hard, throbbing penis, as Ned lifted his buttocks convulsively from the sofa cushion to help her.