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#Incest #Tween
By Jacko
The next day Uncle Steve had a surprise for her, a blindfold. “What’s this for?” she asked him with a smile. He just smirked, “You’ll find out.”
The next day Uncle Steve had a surprise for her, a blindfold. “What’s this for?” she asked him with a smile. He just smirked, “You’ll find out.” He tied it around her eyes, the soft fabric blocking out any hint of light. She could feel the excitement building in her stomach as he led her into the living room.
He sat her down on the couch and told her to stay put, the anticipation was killing her. Then she felt him straddle her, his cock poking at her pussy. “Open wide,” he said, and she did as she was told, eager for whatever he had in store. She felt something cold and wet slither into her mouth, and realized it was a popsicle. The sweetness hit her tongue just as he slammed into her, his cock filling her up once more.
He began to fuck her with a gentle rhythm, the cold popsicle in her mouth a stark contrast to the warmth of their joined bodies. She could feel the sticky juice of the treat dribbling down her chin, mixing with their combined fluids, and the sensation was driving her wild. She sucked on it greedily, the sweetness mingling with her uncle’s salty taste, making her want to cum again and again.
As he pumped in and out of her, he began to tell her a story, a dirty, filthy story about a young girl who gets used by everyone she meets. His words painted a vivid picture in her mind, each thrust bringing the tale to life, making her wetter and more desperate for release. She squirmed beneath him, her hips rising to meet him, eager for every inch.
With the blindfold on, her other senses were heightened. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the sweet and salty taste of the popsicle, the scent of sex that lingered in the air, it all combined to create a symphony of sensation that was almost too much to bear.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, her body begging for release. “Please, Uncle Steve,” she whimpered, “I need to cum.” He chuckled, his grip on the popsicle stick tightening. “Not yet, baby, we have all weekend.”
And with that, he began to thrust harder, his story growing more and more depraved. She could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, drowning her in pleasure, making her scream around the popsicle.
As she came down from her high, Uncle Steve leaned in and kissed her deeply, the popsicle forgotten between their lips. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “We’re just getting started.”
The weekend was a blur of new sensations and experiences, each one more taboo and exciting than the last. They tried every position imaginable, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that seemed insatiable. He licked and sucked her holes more times than she could count and she had sucked so much cum from his cock she could still taste it days later.
The days passed in a haze of pleasure, their moans and gasps echoing through the quiet house. They were in their own little world, untouchable and unstoppable. It was the best weekend of their lives, and neither of them wanted it to end.
But as the sun set on Sunday evening, Uncle Steve looked down at her, his cock still buried deep inside her, and said, “I think we’ve got a little problem, baby.”
Rose looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and curiosity. “What’s that?”
He leaned in close, his breath hot in her ear. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of this tight little cunt.” And with that, he began to fuck her once more, proving his point as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
That was the last time her uncle fucked her that weekend, she had to go home so she could go to school on Monday. She showered and dressed and headed for the door. She picked up her backpack that had not been touched all weekend and as she walked she realised how sore she was the lips of her pussy and her anus were swollen and painful. She doubted anyone had been fucked as many times in such a short time.
Uncle Steve walked her out to her mom’s car. She gave him a kiss and whispered into his ear. “See you next weekend.” He smacked her ass playfully and watched her leave. He knew he had created a monster, but he didn’t care. He had never felt this alive. He had never felt this powerful.
The car ride home was painful but the thoughts of what had happened over the weekend kept her mind off it. She thought about all the different ways he had fucked her. How he had taught her to swallow his cum and how much she liked the taste of it. She thought about how much her body craved his cock and how much she wanted to feel him inside her again.
When she got home, she snuck into her room and pulled out her favorite toy. It was a small dildo that she had used before, but now it felt different. She laid on her bed and inserted it into her still stretched out pussy. She moaned quietly as she thought about her uncle’s cock. She began to pump it in and out, imagining it was him. She came quickly, her body still sensitive from the weekend’s activities. She cleaned up and went to bed, dreaming of the next time they would be together.
The week dragged on, each day feeling longer than the last. She found herself counting down the hours until she could see Uncle Steve again. She masturbated every night, thinking about him, her hand slipping between her legs and into her pussy, her thoughts filled with his cock and his filthy stories. She knew that she was going to be his little slut forever.
On Friday afternoon, she couldn’t wait any longer. She texted him, “I’m so wet just thinking about this weekend.” His reply was almost instant. “Me too, baby. I’ve got some new things planned for us.” She could feel her heart racing. She had no idea what he had in store, but she knew she was going to love it. She packed her bag with excitement, making sure to include her favorite lingerie and toys.
The drive to his house seemed to take forever. When she finally arrived, she practically ran to the door. He answered with a grin, his eyes dark with desire. “Ready for round two?” he asked. She nodded eagerly, dropping her bag and reaching for his belt. “Good, because I’ve been thinking about this all week.” He led her back to the living room, where the couch was already set up with pillows and blankets.
He didn’t waste any time. He pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her neck, his hands roaming her body. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, demanding entry. She wiggled her hips, trying to get closer to him, but he held her back. “Patience,” he murmured.
He pulled out a blindfold and a set of handcuffs. “We’re going to play a little game,” he said, his voice low and serious. “You’re going to be my little captive, and I’m going to do whatever I want to you.” She felt a thrill of excitement and fear, but she trusted him. She let him put on the blindfold and cuff her hands behind her back.
With her sight taken away, she was forced to rely on her other senses. She could feel his warm breath on her skin as he kissed and licked her all over. His hands explored her body, finding every sensitive spot and making her moan with pleasure. She had never felt so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time.
Suddenly, she felt something cold and wet against her nipples. He had taken out some ice cubes and was using them to tease her. She gasped as the chill sent shockwaves through her body, making her nipples harden even more. He chuckled and continued to play with them, making her squirm and beg for his cock.
And then he was inside her again, filling her up completely. She could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of her, the coldness of the ice on her chest mixing with the heat of his body. It was heavenly. She had never felt so alive.
The weekend passed in a blur of pleasure, pain, and love. They pushed each other’s boundaries, exploring new kinks and fetishes. She found herself craving the pain as much as the pleasure, and he was more than happy to oblige.
By the time Sunday evening rolled around again, Rose was a wreck. Her body was covered in bruises and bite marks, but she didn’t care. Every mark was a symbol of the passionate love they had shared over the weekend. Uncle Steve had taught her so much about herself, about what she liked and what she didn’t.
He led her into the bedroom, and she could feel his eyes on her as she took off the blindfold. The room was dimly lit with candles, and there was a large X made of red tape on the bed. “What’s that for?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement it was then she saw the video camera and smiled. Now they could both watch it when they were apart seeing him abuse her cunt any way he wanted and her loving it.
“It’s for you to stand on,” he said, his tone still serious. “You’re going to be my little slut for the next few hours, and I’m going to tie you up and do whatever I want to you.” She stepped onto the X then laid down stretching out her arms and legs. Uncle Steve began to tie her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. The restraint was thrilling, making her pulse race even faster.
Once she was secure, he began to touch her again. His hands were gentle at first, stroking her skin with the lightest of touches. Then, without warning, he slapped her across the face. The sting made her gasp, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, and she nodded, unable to speak.
He continued to hit her, alternating between her cheeks and her breasts, each slap making her wetter and more desperate for his cock. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she didn’t dare cum without his permission. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth his tongue ravaging her tonsils, he moved to her neck giving her a giant hickey. Then slowly moved down kissing every inch of her beautiful body, he didn’t touch her with his hands just his mouth. Down to her tiny buds with amazing nipples sticking out like Chappelle hat pegs. Rose moaned louder and louder as he slowly made his way down her flat stomach to her venus mound. His tongue found the top of her slit and followed it down pausing momentarily to tease her clit, causing her to arch her back forcing her soaking wet cunt into his face. Then he moved down to find the little brown button of anus, he slipped his tongue in followed by a finger.
Finally, when he deemed she had suffered enough, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her again. He slammed into her, his cock feeling even bigger than usual after the weekend of non-stop fucking. She screamed out in pleasure, the pain mixing with the pleasure in the most exquisite way.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers. She could feel his cock hit her g-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves through her body. “Cum for me, baby,” he grunted, and she did, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.
The week passed in a haze of anticipation. At school, she found it hard to concentrate on anything but the thought of her uncle’s cock filling her up again. She touched herself in the bathroom stalls, thinking about the things he would do to her when she saw him again always watching the video they had made. She wanted desperately to show her friends but knew she couldn’t that somehow made her even hornier.
On Friday evening, she couldn’t wait any longer. She snuck into her room and called him. “I need you,” she whispered into the phone. He chuckled, “I need you too, baby. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
The surprise was a cab ride to a fancy hotel downtown. The lobby was filled with expensive art and rich people, but all she cared about was the room they were heading to. The elevator ride up was agonizing, her body begging for release.
When they finally got to the room, she didn’t even bother looking around. She just dropped to her knees and began to suck him off right there, his cock thick and hard in her mouth. He pushed her onto the bed and fucked her until she couldn’t walk straight, filling her with his cum again and again.
The weekend was a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain, love and lust. They tried new toys, new positions, and new kinks. They pushed each other’s limits until they thought they couldn’t go any further, only to find that there was always more.
As she lay in his arms on Sunday night, she knew that she would never be the same. The little girl who had come to stay with her uncle had been replaced by a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She was his slut, his little whore, and she loved every second of it.
The cab ride home was bittersweet. She knew she had to go back to reality, but she also knew that she had a secret that no one else could ever understand. She had found her place in the world, and it was at the feet of Uncle Steve, serving his every need.
As she got out of the car and walked to her mother’s house, she couldn’t help but smile. The weekend had been perfect, and she knew there would be many more to come.
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By Jacko
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