Ted Leonard: Captive niece

Ben looked forward to it too. When the train pulled out of the station, he put an arm around his wife's waist and muttered, "I've been thinking, Sarah. The farm needs some animals on it."

"Animals, dear?" Sarah murmured, waving to Diane. "What kind of animals?"

"Oh, a goat, I think. And a pony. Maybe a stallion."

In the truck on the return trip to the farm, Ben stared, unseeing, through the windshield, thinking of his luscious young niece.

"I've got some work to do in the barn when we get back," he said.

"You do? That's nice," Sarah said.

"Yeah. I gotta build something."

He spent most of the winter preparing for Diane's next summer visit. He erected a special wooden structure in one of the stalls. If Diane was naked, he imagined, and bent over with her head trapped in a yoke, he could get a big male animal to place its front hoofs on the contraption and fuck the living hell out of her. This erotic vision kept him busy all winter.

Miles away, Diane spent many a cold night in her bed, fingerfucking her asshole and cunthole, and dreaming of next summer. Her uncle she was sure, was dying to see her again.