Yet, somehow the whole thing wasn't really that shocking. In fact, as the girl made her way silently back to her bedroom, she realized that she, too, had felt a strange sexual yearning lately for her uncle each time he had come to visit. The man had a powerful sexual aura about him, one that seemed to melt her between her legs with just a glance, one that made her wet as she felt his body rub up against her.
Early the next morning Eric came running into their bedroom as Kristy began to stir from her deep sleep.
"Hey, Kristy, guess what? There was a blizzard last night and school's canceled for today. God, you should see the snow," the excited boy babbled as he stripped off his cotton pajamas.
The girl watched through sleepy, half-opened eyes as, dressed only in his white cotton underwear briefs, her brother hurried across the room, pulled a pair of jeans out of his dresser, and slipped them on. As the thirteen-year-old boy moved about, her gaze focused a little closer on the slight bulge that seemed to push out the front of his underwear.
"I'm goin' over to Tom's for the rest of the day; mom says it's OK. See ya at supper time."
Kristy smiled to herself as he left, thankful for the extra sleep she could get. As she drifted back off to sleep, vague memories of last night's experience created a warm tickle between her legs and she slipped her hand down between her thighs, holding herself, her fingers feeling so nice pressed against her musky, panty-covered mound.
Chapter 1
part 2
It was several hours later before she stirred again. A glance at the clock beside her bed told her it was mid-morning, almost ten o'clock. The teenage girl stretched and sat up, then climbed out of bed to find out what was going on.
Her Uncle Ted sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans.
"Well, about time you got up, sleepy head," he said with a little laugh.
"Where is everybody?" Kristy asked, still dressed in the long T-shirt and panties she wore to bed. She didn't feel the need to get dressed in anything else. After all, it was just her uncle.
"One of the doctors came and picked up your mom in a four-wheel drive truck this morning, and your brother went over to a friend's house for the day. He said he'd be back by supper time. So, I guess it's just you and me today, kid," the man said with a little smile.
Kristy walked through the kitchen into the living room. The couch sat in front of the big picture window and the girl climbed up, leaned over the back, and gazed out at the parking lot and the wintry scene below.
"God, it sure snowed," she remarked, not really to anyone.
Through the doorway Ted could see his niece from the kitchen table. As the fifteen-year-old girl leaned over the back of the couch and looked out the window, her T-shirt crept up revealing the girl's shapely panty-covered behind that her uncle had been admiring for several years.
Even though he was in his early forties, the man had a strong sexual hunger for young teenage girls. He found them so excitingly eager and enthusiastic in their discovery of sex, so fresh, so sweet, and much more arousing than women his own age. He knew it was probably from his early sexual experiences with his sister and her friends as a young teenage boy that developed his appetite for young girls. He'd had lots of sex in college and afterwards with women his own age or even slightly younger, but he never found it nearly as exciting or interesting. He knew what he really wanted, what really turned him on: girls in their early teens, about thirteen to sixteen, their bodies just developing and their curiosity and desire to learn and experience sexual things strong.
He had never been married or had any desire to settle down, and his job as a salesman was the perfect way to go from city to city and town to town enjoying the favors of local young girls. About ten years ago he found a doctor willing to perform a vasectomy on him, permanently sterilizing him so he didn't have to worry about getting any of these horny young girls pregnant and really fucking up his life. Besides, when the girls found out that they didn't have to worry about birth control with him, their last defensive barrier to his charms seemed to crumble and they became very willing and happily eager participants in his bed.
Ted learned to find these young teenage girls in malls, especially the video arcades, and he was constantly amazed at the ease with which he could talk them into coming back to his hotel room. After he found a couple of horny and willing girls in a certain city, he would often convince them to bring their friends to him. After a while he kept a small notebook with names and phone numbers, calling up these girls whenever he was in town for a couple of days.
Like most teenagers they were almost constantly horny, and the girls were usually happy to hear from him. He would often have sex parties with groups of them, often in his hotel room at night and sometimes at one of the youngster's homes while their parents were away. Ted was always amazed at the number of parents that left their young teenage kids alone for a weekend.
The sex parties often included ten or more teenage boys and girls, some as young as eleven or twelve, and even some with brothers and sisters, drinking, smoking a little pot, and constantly fucking and sucking up a storm. Ted provided the booze, the pot, and the condoms and, of course, the older man was always a participant. At first, his big cock scared a few of the young girls until they felt his thick meat filling up their tight little teenage twats and giving them such great orgasms. Then they were eager to ride his pole whenever they had the chance.
On his periodic visits to his sister and her family he had watched his niece growing up and filling out, his prick constantly hard in his pants as delightfully dirty thoughts rolled through his head whenever she was around. He wasn't sure how his sister would react if he fucked her daughter, so he kept his hands off, content with fucking the girl's mother whenever he stayed over-night. But, today seemed almost too good to be true and, as he gazed at the youngster's delightful behind and saw the way the brief triangle shape of her panties pulled tightly over her shapely teenage ass and bunched up slightly in the cleft between those two wonderful globes of firm flesh, he decided it was time to see how willing his young niece could be.
Kristy climbed down from the couch and joined her uncle at the kitchen table. She poured herself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher and the two made small talk about the weather and school. The girl felt a little self-conscious around the man, remembering what she had seen the night before, what she had felt, and what she had done to herself afterwards. It made her feel a little awkward and embarrassed as they talked. Pictures and images of her uncle and her mother clouded her head.
She found her mind had been wandering and she only caught the end of her uncle's question and asked him to repeat it.
"I said, how's your sex life? I mean, an attractive girl like you with such a great body must have lots of boys wanting to take you out."
"I've…never dated very much. I've gone out with boys a couple of times, but not very often."
"Are you shy?"
"I guess…kinda.."
"Did the boys kiss you when you went out?"
"One did.."
"Did he try to do anything else; to touch you?"
God, the questions were getting awful personal. But there was something about the man, something about the soft sound of his warm, deep voice the compelled her to answer.
"He…touched my breast…as he kissed me."
Ted smiled knowingly.
"And you liked it, didn't you? You liked the way it felt. You liked the feel of his fingers squeezing your little breasts, pulling at your adorable nipples."
Remembering, she squirmed a little in her chair. It had happened just a couple of weeks ago and she had liked it; she had liked it a lot and hadn't wanted the boy to stop. It was the first time that someone else had created the warm wetness seeping into her panties and the delicious glow itching between her legs. It was somehow different than when she did things to herself: more exciting, more arousing. The high school boy had used both of his hands to gentle massage her firm, peach-sized breasts through her blouse and her bra as their mouths connected, tongues hungrily swishing and swirling inside each others' mouths. It had made her whole body glow with desire, the same glow she had felt last night as she watched through her mother's bedroom door.