BRA SHOPPING WITH UNCLE

Chrissy was happy to be spending the summer with her 
Uncle Bob. He was her favorite Uncle because he was 
always so happy to see her. He was nice, and funny and 
handsome too.

Whenever he looked at her and gave her his special 
hugs, she always felt so special. When her mother had 
decided to go to Europe with her father to set up the 
new branch of his company, Chrissy had begged to be 
allowed to stay in the United States. Her father had 
estimated that it would take a year to get the new 
branch off the ground and making a profit. 

Chrissy didn't want to go to a strange school in a 
foreign land. But they wouldn't let her stay at home 
alone in the big old house. And, since Uncle Bob lived 
across town, She could keep an eye on the house and 
stay with him while he kept an eye on her. It was the 
perfect arrangement, assuming Uncle Bob would consent 
to being "babysitter" for a teenage girl.

When his sister asked him, Bob had acted like it was a 
bummer, but had agreed to take his niece in. Secretly 
Bob was ecstatic. Chrissy was his favorite niece. She 
was beautiful, a good hugger, and intelligent too. Bob 
didn't want to admit it to anyone, but he'd had several 
excellent beat off sessions with her in mind after 
seeing her in a thin T shirt, or that little blue 
bikini she wore in the back yard to suntan in.

So it was that Chrissy arrived at Bob's house with two 
suitcases in tow, and a worn Teddy bear under her arm. 
Fran, her mother, told Bob that if she needed more 
clothes, they were in the house, and gave him a key. 
Then, with a quick kiss goodbye, and an admonishment to 
Bob to take good care of her baby, she was off.

Bob had married his high school sweetheart right after 
school, and had lost her a year later in a terrible 
accident. He'd been too devastated to re-enter the 
dating game and, other than his frequent beat off 
sessions, he'd just done without sex in the ten years 
since then. Their original bedroom had been left just 
as it was and he'd moved into a downstairs bedroom. 
There was another one down the hall, and he gave that 
one to Chrissy.

It was summer, so there was no school. Bob conducted 
most of his business on the internet, so he didn't have 
to go anywhere to work most days. He spent hours in 
front of the computer, while Chrissy spent hours 
working on her tan. 

Chrissy, after tasting bachelor food, taught her Uncle 
to cook. It was during one of these sessions that 
things started to cook. Pun intended. 

Chrissy was dressed in her customary gym shorts and 
tank top. As she showed Bob how to read and interpret a 
recipe he leaned over and got a good look down the 
loose tank top. He sucked in his breath. Chrissy wasn't 
wearing a bra. Her modest breasts were perfectly white 
where her bikini covered them, but the surrounding 
flesh was dark, almost brown. In the middle of each 
white area was a circle of pink, with a nice perky 
nipple perched on each one. 

Bob felt his cock begin to stiffen. He knew what his 
beat off fantasy would be tonight. He managed to get 
through the recipe, but had to excuse himself to go to 
the bathroom, where he pounded his meat and shot off in 
the stool so he could get his cock to go down. 

Then they ate what they'd prepared. It was delicious, 
he decided, just like his cute niece. Later that night, 
while he was watching TV, Chrissy was taking a shower. 
When she got out she wrapped a towel around her long 
blond hair, and another around her torso. It covered 
her from chest to thigh and she thought nothing of 
walking into the living room to ask her Uncle where the 
body lotion was. He stared at her and didn't answer.

"Uncle Bob?" she said. "Are you OK?" 

Bob was staring at the bottom of the towel, imagining 
that it was only about two inches from a juicy teenaged 
and probably virgin pussy. He finally snapped out of 
it. "Huh? Oh. Uh yeah. I'm fine. What was it you 
wanted?"

"Body lotion," she said again.

"Um, gosh. You know, I don't even know if I have any. 
Would massage oil be the same thing? There's some of 
that up on Mary's dressing table."

Silence. Mary was his dead wife. 

Chrissy looked uncomfortable. He shook his head. "Oh. 
Here. I'll go with you." He stood up and immediately 
turned around. His dick was stiff again, and it was 
making an obvious tent in his silk pajama bottoms. 
Quickly he snatched an afghan off the back of the 
couch, muttering "Let me just straighten this up." and 
held it in front of him as he led the way to what he 
now called, "Mary's room."

When they got there the hinges squeaked as he opened 
the door. "Hmmm. I need to oil those," he said. "I 
don't come in here much any more." Chrissy was staring 
around at fashions and decorating that was ten years 
out of date. Bob walked over to the vanity and picked 
up a dusty bottle. He looked at the label. "Mad Jack's 
Scented and Edible Massage Oil" he read out loud. 

Then he blushed as his niece turned. "What a funny 
name. Who would want to eat massage oil?" She came and 
took it from his hands, turning over to read the 
contents. "This will do just fine" she said and rising 
on her tip toes, she hugged her Uncle. 

Several things went wrong. His stiffened penis probed 
directly between her legs, just under the edge of the 
towel.

His arms went automatically around her and his hand 
brushed where she'd tucked the towel in to keep it 
secure. That end popped out and the towel fell to the 
floor... or would have, except that it caught on the 
tent in his PJs where it pressed into her. 

There, in plain sight, were her magnificent milky white 
breasts with their luscious strawberry nipples. The 
towel covered her silken pubes.

"Oops," yelped Chrissy. 

"Oh Shit!" yelped Bob. 

Chrissy stepped back, grabbing at the towel and lifted 
it to drape across her front. That exposed the now huge 
lump in the front of Bob's PJs. Chrissy stared at the 
lump while Bob stared at Chrissy. Both pinked up in the 
face. 

Again, Bob said "Oh Shit!" and his hands jerked to 
cover his erection. "Um ... sorry" he said and he 
turned and fled downstairs to his bedroom. That night, 
when it came time for his cum to arc out onto the towel 
he'd spread on his bed beside him, Bob had to get up. 
He'd shot past the towel, and his spooge was all over 
the floor. 

The next morning, as they ate breakfast, neither of 
them could look at the other. They managed to get 
through breakfast and Bob went to the computer. He had 
a new email, inviting him to a party at the yacht club. 
He was invited to bring a date. He sat and tried to 
think of a woman he could invite, but he really didn't 
know any he would like to take except some married 
women, and that wouldn't go over. 

Then he thought of Chrissy.

He found her on the lawn, beside the swimming pool. She 
was in that tiny bikini he liked so much, the one that 
was responsible for the super white skin around her 
pink nipples. He couldn't look at her now without 
getting a boner, he thought in panic. "Chrissy, I've 
been invited to a party... a fancy party... and I need 
a date. I don't suppose you might be willing to go?"

She bounded up off the ground, her bikini-covered 
breasts bouncing delightfully. "I'd LOVE to, Uncle Bob. 
That would be just too cool. What should I wear?"

"Well," he said "most of the women will be wearing 
designer gowns. Fancy stuff. Do you have anything like 
that?" 

"The only thing I have is my prom dress. But my mom 
made it and... I don't think it would do." 

They thought. 

Bob remembered a particular dress his wife had worn one 
time, a dress that had taken his breath away. It would 
still be on a hanger in her closet. He looked at 
Chrissy critically. She was about the same size. "Come 
with me" he said.

Again, they found themselves in Mary's room. He 
rummaged through the closet, looking for a deep blue 
long dress. There. In the back. He brought it out and 
held it up.

"Uncle Bob!" sighed Chrissy. "It's beautiful"

"Not nearly as beautiful as it will be when you're in 
it." he said. 

"Let me try it on" she said, and she pulled it on over 
her bathing suit. It fit her like a glove, but the 
straps of her bikini showed. "Turn around" she said, 
and he did. The vanity mirror was right in front of him 
and he could see her clearly in it. She dropped the 
dress to her waist and undid her bikini top, dropping 
it to the floor. There again were her luscious tasty 
looking breasts. She pulled the dress back up. "OK, you 
can turn around now," she said.

It still fit her well, but something was missing. She 
noticed too. She faced the mirror and finally she put 
her hands on each side of her breasts and pushed them 
together, and up. Instantly she had cleavage and the 
dress looked much better. 

"My boobs aren't big enough," she moaned. 

Bob's hands were itching to take the place of hers. 
"Nonsense," he said. "You just need one of those Wonder 
Bras or something."

"But my bikini strap lines show too" she complained. 
This was true. Where the spaghetti strap that went 
around her neck was there was a thin white line. 

"Well, you'll just have to suntan without that strap 
on. That should do the trick," said Bob.

"I don't have a bra," she said.

"Well then," said her Uncle. "I guess we need to go 
shopping."

An hour later they were at an exclusive lingerie shop 
in the mall, talking to a stunning looking woman about 
40 years old. Bob explained, "I'm taking her to a fancy 
party and the evening dress she'll be wearing won't 
allow a regular bra, but the one she gets needs to be 
like one of those wonder bras." 

Chrissy added in, "I'm too small for the dress." The 
woman looked Chrissy up and down appraisingly and 
Chrissy blushed "I mean my breasts are too small."

"Honey, if you're too small for any dress I can 
imagine, the dress must have been made for an Amazon." 
said the sales woman. 

Bob's head jerked. Mary HAD been over endowed in the 
breast department. She'd been a 38DD and Chrissy must 
only be about a 36 C. 

The woman looked at Bob, "OK, you go home and get this 
dress, and I'll work with your girlfriend." 

Bob flushed at the idea Chrissy was assumed to be his 
girlfriend, but left. He noticed that Chrissy didn't 
say anything either. When he got back, Chrissy and 
Janet, as he was now introduced to her, were the best 
of friends and there were items of lingerie draped 
everywhere. Janet stood up and took the dress, holding 
it out to examine. "Hmmmm, this is a beautiful gown. I 
think we might just be able to make this work." She 
took Chrissy and the dress into the back of the store. 

Bob, with nothing else to do, began to look at the 
items spread out in the waiting area. They hadn't been 
there when he left, so Janet had obviously been showing 
them to Chrissy. He looked at the sizes and they were 
about what he'd expect Chrissy to wear. Then he saw 
what some of them were and his dick started to get 
stiff again.

There was a gold colored teddy that would go very well 
with Chrissy's auburn hair. It had a bra with it that 
had holes where the nipples would be, and with lace 
around those holes. The panties that went with it were 
so sheer as to be almost invisible. The jacket would 
come down only to the top of the hips, and was more to 
hide and expose the bra than to keep anyone warm. Any 
woman who wore this outfit was screaming, "FUCK ME! 
FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" without saying a single word. 

Next he looked at a purple outfit that was a bra that 
held up the breasts, but didn't cover them at all. The 
panties that went with this thing were crotchless.

There were more like this, about six or seven outfits 
in all, and all of them made to advertise a woman's 
wares and cause a man to shoot in his pants. The 
aggregate message they sent was "I want to get 
pregnant, and I need some help please." By the time Bob 
had examined them all, his cock was iron hard and his 
balls were tight and full. He was about to sit down to 
hide his erection when Janet waltzed out of the 
curtained back room. 

She stopped, staring at the front of his pants and then 
laughed. "Well, I can see by the evidence that I've 
chosen well for your sweetheart."

"What?" Bob croaked. 

Janet grinned. "You dirty old man. You're robbing the 
cradle for sure with little Chrissy, but she says she 
loves you and she sounds like she means it. And who am 
I to say you're too old for her?" She touched his arm 
and pointed at the seat. "Here, sit down before you get 
dizzy and faint. Chrissy's ready. She called out 
Chrissy's name. The curtain moved and his niece came 
out. It was a good thing he was seated, because he'd 
have fallen over backward for sure.

Something had been done to the dress to make the bust 
area smaller. Now Chrissy's breasts bulged outward, 
with fully half of them exposed, almost to the nipples. 
He thought he saw a hint of pure white skin where the 
neckline finally stopped. It fit her like a glove. She 
twirled and he gulped as he saw nothing across her back 
but tanned soft skin. 

"Ahhhh... rrrg... mmmsssllll... ggllssstn," Bob was 
making very unusual sounds as he tried to breathe and 
tell Chrissy she was the most beautiful vision he'd 
ever seen in his life.

"I think he likes it" said Janet laughing. "And, 
Chrissy?" She got Chrissy to stop twirling, "The things 
you picked out passed the boner test with flying 
colors." 

Chrissy blushed and Bob looked from one woman to the 
other helplessly as he tried to figure out what was 
going on. Janet assumed her professional sales person 
personna and gathered up the purchases. As she rang 
them up she said, "I did the alterations for free once 
I got to know Chrissy. She's a real darling. I only 
charged you for the materials for the built-in bra for 
the gown. But I'm making some money on the rest."

Her chatter distracted Bob from looking at the final 
bill and Janet gladly accepted his credit card. She 
kept up the chatter until he sighed it. Then she leaned 
over and whispered, "You're a very, very lucky man to 
have a girl like Chrissy. And you're going to be a 
very, very happy man later on tonight."

On the way home it took all of Bob's attention to stay 
on the road. He glanced at Chrissy, who smiled at him 
occasionally but otherwise acted like nothing odd had 
happened at all.

"Boner test?" Bob said helplessly.

Chrissy grinned and then blushed furiously. "Janet said 
that if the man sees the stuff and gets an... 
erection." she looked out the window when she said the 
word "well, it means he likes it."

They drove on a little longer. "And you picked out all 
that stuff?" said Bob.

"Well, Janet helped. I mean she asked me some questions 
and all. I sort of let her believe you were my... 
boyfriend. I'm sorry, but then she showed me some 
things. We talked about them a little. She sort of made 
suggestions and I thought they were good suggestions. I 
guess I thought the outfits were pretty. When I tried 
them on they made me feel... I don't know... special. 
You know?"

Bob did not know. But if he understood her, Chrissy had 
just said that she'd either chosen the items he'd seen, 
or had agreed with Janet that they would be good for 
her to own. Just the thought of Chrissy in even one of 
those outfits made Bob's prick leak cream in his pants. 
And she said she tried them ALL on. IF he was going to 
make it home with dry pants he'd have to do something 
drastic.

He did Calculus in his head for the rest of the ride. 

He made it home dry.

He told Chrissy to go on in and he'd be in, in a 
minute. He didn't dare get out of the car the way he 
was. She'd see for sure. He puttered around in the 
garage for a few minutes, practicing some yoga 
breathing, trying to relax. Finally his prick relented 
and fell to half hard.

When he went in he smelled cooking. She'd started 
without him. He went into the kitchen and saw bowls and 
ingredients spread all over the place. "It's Lasagna 
tonight," she said cheerily and she commenced to tell 
him how to make it. They chatted as they ate and he 
helped clean up. 

He sat down after dinner to watch TV, but Chrissy said 
she was going to "go play with her new clothes." It all 
came rushing back - his vision of her wearing the gold 
outfit, her pink nipples up thrust through the holes, 
begging to be sucked. He saw in his mind's eye her 
reddish muffy through the translucent panties. He 
imagined her looking at him, wanting him .... letting 
him.

He was hard as a rock in seconds. The TV show forgotten 
he got up and went to his own bedroom. He made it last, 
this beautiful fantasy, as he stroked his rigid cock, 
and let himself come close to cumming several times 
before, with a soft groan, he emptied his balls on a 
towel, this time making sure it all went in a big 
puddle there. He drifted off to sleep in the rosy 
afterglow of a good squirt and was sleeping quite 
soundly when Chrissy opened the door and came in to get 
her good night kiss.

Chrissy gasped as she saw her naked uncle laid out on 
the bed. One leg was straight, and the other bent, his 
hands at his side. He snored lightly. There was a 
folded up towel beside him on the bed, by his hip. She 
stared at his penis, a dark wrinkled sausage lying 
sideways on a nest of brown hair. It was pointing at 
her. 

She couldn't resist getting to see a real grown up 
penis up close. She'd been in heat ever since his boner 
had pressed into her groin that night. She'd felt it 
first, and when he stepped back she saw the tent. It 
was lots bigger than she'd thought something like that 
would be. Now, there it was, right in front of her. She 
tip-toed over to the bed and bent over. She smelled 
something musky .. manly. 

Her eyes went to the towel and there, in one corner, 
was a raised puddle of something that looked a lot like 
pudding. It was thick and white. She shivered as she 
realized what it must be. She knew about masturbation, 
at least in theory. She often stroked herself in the 
shower, and sometimes in bed if she was too agitated to 
get to sleep. So that white stuff must have come 
from... his penis. 

Janet had said he was hard at the shop, when he saw the 
things she'd chosen. Up to that point she'd just tried 
them on for fun, but when she found out they gave her 
Uncle an erection, she decided she wanted them. For 
some reason she wanted to wear them. For him. 

She shivered and stared at his penis. It didn't look 
very impressive. It was only about three or four inches 
long, and maybe as big around as a fat carrot. It had 
skin that covered the head almost completely, except 
for a tiny little circle of shiny darker looking skin 
underneath. That part had a little slit in the very 
tip. There was some of that milky looking stuff that 
had oozed out of that slit and had caught around the 
puckered edge of the circle of wrinkled skin. She 
thought back to health class. Foreskin! That's what 
they called that hood that covered the tip. At the base 
of this strange thing there was a round sack that she 
knew contained his balls. It too was shriveled up and 
looked almost limp. But inside that sac was where the 
stuff on the towel came from. 

She thought about what Angela Thompson had told her one 
night during a sleepover. Angela had bragged she'd 
given her boyfriend a blowjob and that he had shot off 
in her mouth.

Chrissy had been aghast, squealing "Ewwwwww!" but 
Angela swore that it tasted almost sweet and wasn't 
nasty at all. And there, right in front of her, was 
some of that mysterious sperm. She touched the puddle 
with one finger. 

It was cold. 

A glob stuck to her fingertip as she raised it, 
stretching out a string that only broke when she got 
her finger six inches away. About a two inch string 
stuck to her finger, hanging down. 

She had to know. 

She opened her mouth and looked up. Then she lowered 
the string into her open mouth. She squeezed her eyes 
closed as it went past her vision. It hit her tongue 
and she closed her mouth on her finger, dragging it 
out. 

The sperm stayed inside. 

She couldn't decide what to do next. Should she leave 
and spit it out? She didn't want to swallow it. Events 
overtook her, though, and her mouth filled up with 
saliva. 

Finally she allowed herself to taste it. Hmmmmmm. 
Nothing much, really. Maybe musky tasting, like the 
smell. But not bad. Uncle Bob rolled over and she fled 
out the door scared to death that he'd wake up and find 
her looking at his naked body. She ran to her room, 
closed the door and jumped into bed.

She was agitated. She couldn't get to sleep. She knew 
what to do about that. She used the same finger that 
she'd dipped in the sperm.

The next morning Chrissy acted like nothing had 
happened, but she felt a thrill as she kissed her uncle 
goodbye as he went off to do some errands. She was very 
excited about getting to go to the party. It would be 
her first grown-up party. She planned on looking grown 
up. She spent most of the day taking care of her skin, 
and getting her hair just so. She did her nails and 
even painted her toenails like her mother did. Then she 
went over the dress, pressing it, making sure 
everything was perfect. 

She loved the feel of it as it cupped her naked 
breasts. For reasons she couldn't quite explain she 
decided to wear the purple panties Janet had picked out 
for her... the naughty ones... with a hole between the 
legs. It made her shiver just thinking about wearing 
them.

Bob called Chrissy around 3:00 PM to remind her that 
the party was that night. She told him she'd be ready 
to go, but that he couldn't see her until they were 
ready to leave. He got home at five, took a shower and 
put on his tux. When he was ready to go he knocked on 
her door. "Be right down" she yelled, and he went 
downstairs to wait by the door. 

He heard a noise and looked up. He knew he was in 
trouble.

She was gorgeous and she looked about twenty four, 
instead of the seventeen he knew she was. The dress fit 
her like a glove now. She twirled for him. Janet had 
done more than adjust the bust. The back plunged almost 
to the crack of her ass. Her entire tanned back was 
bare. It was one of those things that made a man think 
the dress might just fall off of her front any minute. 
With the dark blue of the dress he almost missed the 
band of the purple panties, just barely visible at the 
bottom of the back. "How do I look?" she said, like a 
little girl.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to have to stop and buy a gun on 
the way. Otherwise every man in the place will be after 
you." he said. 

She dimpled and twirled again. The dress settled a 
little more and the purple panties showed up more 
visibly. 

"Um... the dress drops a little low in the back," he 
said.

"It's supposed to silly," she said back.

"Yeah, but I can tell what color your panties are," he 
tried not to smile as her mouth went to an 'O'. She 
blushed and ran into the bathroom. Half a minute later 
she came back out. 

She turned her back to him. "Better?" she said. 

Now he COULD see the beginning of the crack of her ass. 
He looked more closely. She'd shoved them down somehow. 
He couldn't see them any more. He sure enjoyed trying, 
though. 

"All better." he said and held out his arm. She turned 
and covered her smile with one slim hand. She was 
looking at his lap. When he glanced down he could see 
the same tent she was looking at. "I guess you pass the 
boner test," he said ruefully. She wasn't scandalized, 
like he thought she would be. She just giggled and took 
his arm. 

"It won't look like that all night, will it?" said his 
niece.

"I sure as hell hope not," he said under his breath.

They both had a wonderful time at the party. Bob was 
proud as the other men at the party looked enviously at 
his date. She convinced them all she was at least 
twenty-five, and the women hated her. Several men asked 
her to dance, but she rebuffed them gently, saying she 
had hurt his feelings earlier and had promised to make 
it up to him by dancing only with him that night. 

And dance they did. He couldn't believe that dress 
clung to her body when she danced to rock and roll 
tunes. And on the slow dances he held her close. She 
snuggled in, putting her arms around him. Several times 
he found his hands sliding up and down her naked back, 
his erection plainly digging into her stomach. Twice he 
apologized to her, but each time she said, "Hush... 
just dance with me." 

He almost had it under control when, during one slow 
dance he got carried away with the music and slid his 
hands down farther than he should have. They dipped 
into the back of the dress and he found himself holding 
two firm naked ass cheeks. She hadn't shoved the 
panties down. She taken them off! 

"Uncle BOB!!" she whispered into his chest. He jerked 
his hands out, but the feel of her flesh remained in 
his mind. Her hands squeezed his butt and she giggled 
as his erection poked her again. "I'm tired" she said 
softly. "Can we go home now?"

They didn't speak on the way home. He was sure she was 
disgusted with him for being so blatantly turned on. 
For her part she had had a wonderful time and was just 
thinking about how nice it had been. They got home and 
he pulled off his tie. "Chrissy, I want to 
apologize..." 

She whirled and held up her hand, palm facing him, 
"Don't say a word!" she barked.

"But..."

"Not one word!" she looked stern. She went to the 
stereo in the bookcase and began fiddling with the 
radio. Soft music came out and she came back to him. 
"Dance with me" she said. "One last dance. The perfect 
end to a perfect night."

Surprised and relieved, he took her in his arms again. 
They swayed and his hands were once again on her naked 
back. He couldn't help it. His hands went lower... 
lower... lower. Her hands followed, ending up on his 
butt as she pulled his loins against hers. His hands 
slipped into the dress. Her butt cheeks were hot... 
soft... firm. She went, "Hmmmmmmm..." Then she pushed 
him away and said "I'd better go get ready for bed." 
She kissed him on the cheek and ran down the hall to 
her room.

Bob stood there, aching with need. There was no way 
he'd make things last tonight. He was going to blow his 
cork soon and probably twice before he would be able to 
get to sleep. She was one sweet piece. He made it to 
his room door and was about to go in when Chrissy stuck 
her head around her own slightly open door. "Uncle 
Bob?" she said.

"Yeah Sweetie?" he stopped at the door.

"Don't um... don't do anything until I come kiss you 
good night." She ducked her head back into her room.

Now what was that all about? He didn't want to be 
caught with the tux pants showing his hard on, so he 
slicked out of his monkey suit and threw it in a 
corner. He slid on a pair of gym shorts and got into 
bed. He laid his rod up along his stomach and pulled 
the sheet up over it, bunching it up a little to 
conceal his desire. He wished she'd hurry up. He needed 
to beat off in the worst way. 

He was wondering if maybe he could get a load out 
before she came in when his door opened and his niece 
came in. 

She was wearing the gold teddy.

"You got me a new night gown," she said, with a great 
deal of dignity. "I wanted you to see it. Does it look 
OK?"

Bob stared, slack jawed. She still had her makeup on 
and her hair was still done up high on top of her head. 
She reached up, pulled some pins and her hair fell down 
around her shoulders. Her nipples looked stiff and 
swollen. They were dark, almost red. In fact, they were 
the exact same shade as her lipstick. 

She took a step toward him. "Uncle Bob?"

He stared as she came closer and closer. Then she was 
standing right next to the bed. Her hand reached out 
slowly. She grasped the sheet and lifted it slightly. 
She pulled it down, exposing his shorts, exposing the 
tent in his shorts, exposing him for the pervert he 
was. 

She sighed. "Thank goodness," she said. 

Bob looked up at her confused. Her eyes looked smoky. 
Very slowly she slid the jacket off her shoulders and 
let it drop to the floor. Then, as he watched in a 
daze, she grasped the waistband of his shorts and began 
tugging them down. He reflexively lifted his hips and 
she gave a little sound as his rampant prick came into 
view. She kept going until the shorts were completely 
off. Without a word she tugged his legs apart. 

Her hand went to heft his balls, like she was weighing 
them. Then her fingers, light as silk, drifted along 
his exposed erection. It wasn't lying down on his 
abdomen now. It had raised itself up to maybe a 30 
degree angle. One finger slid gently over the tip and 
then she pulled that finger up in front of her eyes. 
There was a dollop of cream on it - precum. In abject 
amazement he watched as she put that finger in her 
mouth and sucked the white dollop off of it. 

She looked him in the eye. "I was afraid it wouldn't be 
hard... that you wouldn't find me... attractive." She 
climbed up onto the bed and straddled his legs. With 
her legs spread he could see right through the sheer 
panties. What he saw were a pair of pussy lips. 

Nothing else. 

Just bare, bald pussy. 

Then his view was blocked by a pair of swollen nipples 
protruding from the holes in the lacy bra. "But you DO 
find me attractive ... don't you Uncle Bob?" she said, 
and she shoved one of those delicious little bites 
against his lips. 

Naturally, he opened his mouth. Then he feasted while 
she squealed and writhed, mewling and whining about how 
good it felt for him to suck her, and how he'd better 
not stop.

An animal sense overtook Bob. He couldn't have told you 
how he did it, but he suddenly found himself on top of 
his niece, between her wide spread legs, the sheer gold 
panties dangling from one ankle. 

He didn't remember doing it, but his prick was buried 
in her teen pussy. He couldn't remember if she had been 
a virgin or not, if he had hurt her or not. All his 
senses were arrowed in to the feeling of hot, wet, 
pussy wrapped around his prick, and the feeling of 
stroking into that priceless pussy as her teenaged 
voice wailed in pleasure. 

Then, before he knew it was happening, and long after 
he should have thought about the fact that his naked 
prick was in her unprotected pussy, he was spurting 
long, thick ropes of sticky white sperm deep into her 
belly. His cock spat over and over again while his 
brain floated in a sea of cotton. 

He didn't know it, but in his wild mating with his 
niece he had pounded five or six orgasms out of her and 
left her a gibbering wilted heap of well-fucked girl. 

***

Chrissy woke. It was dark. She still felt wrung out, 
and there was an odor in the air she wasn't familiar 
with. It was the odor of sex, and it smelled good. She 
sensed, more than felt her Uncle's body in the bed with 
her. Memory cascaded into her mind and she gasped at 
the remembrance. 

She'd planned on something happening, but she hadn't 
been prepared for the intensity of it all. There was a 
distant ache in her loins, a soreness of muscle, as if 
she'd done too many sit-ups or something. She slid a 
hand down her naked stomach to where she'd shaved all 
the hair off. It was still soft. And wet. And slippery. 

She smiled in the dark as she remembered how he'd been 
mindless until he froze, growling. His penis, that same 
shriveled piece of sausage, had been deep inside her. 
Only it hadn't been shriveled any more. It had 
transformed into something eight inches long and at the 
same time hard as rock and soft as a baby's butt. Then 
he'd given just a little push, like he was trying to 
get it even deeper and it had swelled. Then... 
warmth... and wetness... spurts of wet heat she could 
feel in her core. She'd known instantly that it was his 
seed, flowing into her. 

She hadn't actually meant to lose her virginity. Well, 
not this particular night, anyway. But once that pain 
was gone and the amazing overpowering feeling in her 
loins started, all that was thrown out. She knew right 
then that she wanted this wonderful thing in her again 
and again and again. And that was before her first 
actual orgasm. She smiled again and went back to sleep.

She woke again and now it was getting light out. She 
had to pee, so she slipped out of bed without waking 
her Uncle. Then she took a quick shower and put on a 
robe. She was finishing up waffles, sausage and eggs 
when her Uncle stumbled into the kitchen, fresh out of 
the shower himself. He looked like he was in pain.

"Chrissy!" he sighed. "I was afraid you'd be gone." He 
collapsed in a chair, his head in his hands.

She crossed her arms under her breasts. She knew guilt 
when she saw it. She didn't feel guilty, and she didn't 
want him feeling that way either. "The only thing I 
need to go out for today is linguini. We don't have 
enough for lunch." 

Bob looked up, confused. "But after what I did..."

Chrissy went, pushed him against the back of the chair 
and swung a leg over his lap. In the process her robe 
gaped open and it was obvious she was naked beneath it. 
She sat, facing him, and tried not to squirm. 

"If I want something to pass the boner test, then 
doesn't that require someone to have a... boner?" she 
said. 

Then she kissed him. 

It wasn't a long passionate tongue swapping kiss. It 
was just the kiss of a woman who loves a man and wants 
him to know that. When she was done his eyes were round 
and he had a look of hope on his face. "Now, eat your 
breakfast before it gets cold. You need a good 
breakfast so you can get through the rest of the day." 
She slipped off his lap and served him his plate. While 
he was eating she started for the doorway. "I need to 
get dressed. There's something I want to do today."

"But I thought you said..." Bob let it die as he heard 
her feet hitting the squeaky boards in the hallway. He 
didn't think he'd ever understand women. 

He thought back to the night before. Bits and pieces of 
it were coming back to him. He kept examining his 
memory for looks of horror or hurt on his beautiful 
niece's face, but they weren't there, thank goodness. 
All he could remember were her arms pulling him closer, 
her hips slamming up at him and her warbles of ecstasy 
as she rolled from one orgasm into another. 

He felt his rod getting stiff again just from the 
memory. 

He had to control himself. What had happened was a 
fluke. She'd apparently forgiven him. He mustn't blow 
it now. He heard her coming back down the stairs. "You 
done yet?" came her far-off question.

"Just about," he yelled back. 

"Good," he heard her say as she came through the door. 
"I need your opinion about another outfit."

He turned. This time it was the purple one. With the 
crotchless panties. He actually looked up at her face. 

She was grinning. "I don't think I'm actually pregnant 
yet," she said softly. "Do you suppose you might find 
time today to help me with that?"

He helped her.

He helped her in the kitchen, where she sat on the 
counter, her legs resting on his shoulders as he 
powered his first load of spooge into her teen pussy.

He helped her in the bedroom, where she rode him, 
squealing like a cow girl until he washed her womb with 
his thick spend.

He helped her in the bathroom, in the shower, as he 
pinned her to the wall and pounded another cupful of 
his sticky seed deep in her pussy. 

They stopped and ate and talked about inconsequential 
things until his penis announced it was ready to go 
again. She gleefully learned how to conduct amazing 
oral sex on a man, to get him just as hard as it was 
possible to get him, before spreading her legs and 
welcoming another load of his incestuous baby butter 
into her inner secret spot.

In fact, he helped her for the rest of the summer, even 
though by late August it was obvious that Chrissy was 
doing what women were made to do - carrying a baby. She 
loved this particular bun in this particular oven, 
because she loved its father. She wasn't sure how it 
would all break out with her parents, but by the time 
they got back to the States the baby would have been 
born and be several months old. It would be a little 
late to "send it back" then. 

"Who knows?" she thought to herself as she softly 
rubbed the slight swell of her belly. "Maybe by then 
there'll be another one on the way."