Ray Todd: Niece going down

"Hi, Uncle David!"

"Brenda!" he suddenly gasped. "I haven't seen you in years. Please come in."

Brenda Emerson was his sister's daughter, and David hadn't seen the girl since she was about ten years old. His sister lived back East, and in her infrequent letters she had told him that the girl had become almost impossible to control. According to the letters David had received from his sister, Brenda had apparently gotten mixed up with a pretty wild crowd. She was constantly running away from home and had been busted and jailed several times.

"What are you doing in California?"

"Just came out to see the action," she smiled, stumping into a chair and lighting a cigarette.

"You remember Brenda," David said, turning to Debbie.

"She probably doesn't," Brenda smiled. "Debbie was only about five years old when she last saw me."

"I remember you," Debbie replied. "You came to mother's funeral with Aunt Barbara."

"That's right," Brenda beamed.

"What are your plans?" David asked, noting from the girl's appearance that she was probably broke and hungry.

"Uncle David," she said in a low voice, "may I crash here with you for a few days?"

"Certainly," he answered. "Does your mother know you're here?"

"No. And please don't tell her."

"But she's probably worried about you," he argued. "Please let me phone and tell her you're safe and sound at my home."

"No!" she snapped, snuffing her cigarette out and humping to her feet. "If you're gonna be a fuckin' fink, I'm cutting out of here."

"Brenda," he said in a cool, even voice, "that's no way for a young lady to talk."

"Shit!" she shouted. "I'm no lady and you're just as square as my mother!"

"Sit down," he ordered. "Let's talk this thing over calmly."

David could tell that the little rebel was ready to dash out of the house, and he realized that the girl would be better off in his home than she'd be on the road.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll promise not to tell your mother at this time. Later on, I hope you'll permit me to call her, but I won't do it without your permission. Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal," she smiled, settling back in the chair.

"Is that all the clothes you have?" David asked.

"Then we'll go shopping tomorrow."

"This is all I need," she answered defiantly. "They keep my ass covered."

"Hardly," he grinned, looking at the cheeks of her little bum sticking out from under her short, tight cut-offs.

"They sure help me get rides when I hitchhike," she giggled.

"I'm sure they do."

"Uncle David," Brenda said in a sincere voice, "I won't be any trouble for you, and I'll stay over a few days."

"Brenda," he replied, "you're welcome to stay as long as you wish. It will be nice for Debbie to have another girl in the house."

Brenda found life to be very pleasant in her uncle's home.

Although Debbie was younger than Brenda, the two girls liked each other from the start and got along very well together.

Treating the girl as if she were his own daughter, David bought Brenda a modest new wardrobe to replace the grubby cut-offs and tank shirt that had been her only clothing when she first arrived. With Debbie at school, Brenda had the house pretty much to herself during the day, and spent most of her time reading or listening to records. From the time she was only six or seven years old, she had been a little vagabond, roaming around by herself. As a child, she couldn't seem to find anything that really interested her. She found that the games her friends played were very dull and she usually stayed away from them.

A big change came over her life when she found a very explicit sex manual. She had found the vividly-illustrated book behind a park bench and it became her most precious possession.

The colored pictures of hard cocks being inserted into cunts, and illustrations of beautiful women sucking and licking on cocks completely fascinated her. Brenda read and reread the thick manual constantly. She became very knowledgeable about sex, and as the girl lay masturbating in bed at nights, she used the exciting techniques she'd learned from the book, and dreamed of the day she could have a real cock in her horny snatch.

This happened about a month later with an older guy who lived next door. Craig Horton was three years older than Brenda, and he regarded her as a pest.

"Hi, Craig," she had said, walking up to him as he sat on his front steps.

"Hello, Brenda," he answered in an annoyed voice, hoping she'd go away.

Not taking the hint, the girl had sat down next to him.

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing my fishing reel," he replied.

"Why?"

"So I can fish, dummy," he sneered, looking at her with disdain.

"Don't call me a dummy!" snapped the girl. "Fishin' is just kid stuff."

"That's 'cause you're just a dumb girl," he replied. "Fishin' is for men."

"I like doing gown-up things," Brenda taunted him in a bored voice.

"Like what?" he asked, anxious for her to get the hell out of there.

"Fuckin'," Brenda giggled. "What?"

"I like to fuck," Brenda laughed.

"And that's more grown up than fishin'."

"Who'd fuck you?" the confused guy asked. "The older guys around here," Brenda teased.

"They know fuckin' is better than fishin'. You're probably not old enough to get a hard-on."

"I am too!"

"Prove it," she giggled, reaching over and placing her hand on the front of his pants. "See, it's not hard."

The guy sat in stunned silence.

"I'll bet I could make it hard," she whispered, caressing it with the gentle strokes she'd learned in the book. Within a matter of seconds, she could feel his cock stirring and growing under her fingers.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" she asked, excited with the feel of his prick hardening under her hand.

"No," Craig stammered.

"D'ya wanta try?" she asked, thrilled that his penis was reacting just like the manual had said it would. "You can screw me."

He didn't answer. His whole body was trembling with both fright and excitement.

"Is your mother home?" Brenda asked.

"No."

"Then let's go in the house and play," she whispered, standing up and taking his hand.

Brenda had studied her book well, and she knew she'd have no problem putting it to practice with a real cock. That afternoon the guy and girl lost their virginity in a wild and wonderful romp on his mother's sofa.

Like many teens, Craig couldn't keep his mouth shut, and Brenda's home was soon invaded by every guy in the neighborhood. This pleased the girl very much because she had discovered that fucking was absolutely the most fantastic thing in the world.

Her parents were proud of their daughter's popularity until they unexpectedly came home one evening and found Brenda naked in the house with four nude guys, one of them with his hard cock buried in the squirming girl's pussy.

This resulted in a scene that Brenda would never forget, and from that time on, her social activities were supervised, and she was kept under constant surveillance by her irate parents, but like a drug addict who needs a fix, Brenda was always able to find a time and place for a guy to satisfy her insatiable lust.

She was openly defying her parents and doing almost anything she wanted to do. There were fights and incriminations, but Brenda came and went as she pleased, always returning with her horny cunt deliciously filled with semen.

Brenda was hanging out at a joint where the college crowd gathered. Word soon got around that the girl was willing and easy piece, and much to her delight, she was soon being passed from room to room and cock to cock in the dorms.

One night, while attending a pot party in a house rented by some students, the building was raided, and Brenda was found half-stoned in bed with two young men. When he finally got her home, her father informed the girl that she was either going to conform to his rules or get out. The next morning she packed a small bag and started hitchhiking north. She was picked up by two young men who said they were on their way to the Cape where they were joining some friends.