Uncle Teaches His Neice
James Wellington
Chapter 1
part 1
Kristy awoke in the middle of the night with a gently throbbing headache.
She glanced at the clock beside her bed and saw it was just past midnight. For a moment the fifteen-year-old teenage girl lay in bed and listened to the wind blowing hard outside the apartment complex as she debated whether to get up or not. Finally, she decided it might be a good idea to go out to the kitchen and take a couple of aspirins so she could get back to sleep.
As she slipped out of her bed, Kristy heard her thirteen-year-old brother, Eric, snoring quietly across the room. After sharing a room with him for so many years, she'd gotten used to his night noises and hardly even noticed them any more. The two kids had also gotten used to seeing each other in various stages of undress. It was no big deal for her to see the thirteen-year-old boy in his white underwear briefs or for Eric to see her walking around the bedroom dressed only in her bra and panties.
While they were growing up together the whole thing seemed so natural, so normal. Lately, though, she'd noticed her little brother secretly watching her a little more intently whenever he was in the room and she wasn't wearing much. She also notice the long, hard lump that seemed to be constantly sticking up and pushing out the front of the young boy's white underwear briefs, and he seemed to enjoy wearing nothing but his underwear around the house lately. Some nights, when just the two kids were home, he'd even sit in the living room and watch TV in just his underwear. Their mother didn't say anything about it, and Kristy wasn't quite sure what to make of the whole thing.
The teenage girl quietly slipped out the door of the bedroom, being sure to be extra quiet so she wouldn't wake Uncle Ted who was sleeping on the fold-out couch in the living room. An unmarried traveling salesman, he stopped by their apartment every couple of months to stay for a few days while he conducted his business in the area. He was a tall, dark, good-looking man with a deep, resonant voice, and a slim, tightly-muscled body.
Creeping slowly along carpeted floor of the hallway, she noiselessly entered the living room, glanced at the couch and paused, a little puzzled. The fold-out bed was pulled out and made up, but it was empty.
Maybe he'd gone out for a late night walk, or something, she thought to herself.
In the kitchen Kristy poured a drink of water and took two aspirin. The young girl lingered a few moments to gaze out the window above the sink at the parking lot behind the apartment building two stories below.
Already a heavy blanket of snow covered the parked cars and the wind whipped the waves of white wildly around. Kristy remembered hearing something about a winter storm on the evening news. God, she thought, maybe there'd be no school in the morning…
Silently on bare feet, the girl headed back to her bedroom. Passing by her mother's room, she thought she heard strange muffled sounds, and Kristy paused a moment in the doorway. Pressing her ear against the hollow wooden door, the girl heard her mother's voice speaking softly, followed by the deep voice of another person — a man.
She knew her mother had dated lots of men since her father left the family early in her life. The kids were too young to remember the divorce, and their family of three seemed very normal as she and her brother grew up. But, to her knowledge, her mother had never had a man in her room before, had never…
Now even more curious, the teenage girl slowly and carefully turned the door knob with both of her hands, sliding the bolt back and letting the door swing open just a crack. The door moved silently on it's hinges as Kristy slowly pushed it open just enough to peek inside.
The bedroom window curtains were apart and the bright security lights from the back parking lot gave the room a strange yellowish glow. In the dim light, she could clearly see the two figures moving together on her mother's bed, and Kristy froze with shock. Her uncle's large, naked, male form lay over the slender, petite shape of her mother, his arms straightened as he held his upper body over hers, his face looking down at her. As the girl watched, her body frozen in surprise, she saw her mother's shapely and slender legs raise up and wrap around her uncle's waist as the man's hips moved slowly up and down. There was no denying what was happening: her uncle was having sex with her mother, his own sister.
'Oh, God, Ted, you do me soooo…good,' Kristy heard her mother murmur as the man's head suddenly dipped down to the woman's small breasts and mouthed and licked each hardened nipple. As he pulled and chewed at the pink buds with his lips and tongue, the motion of his lower body never stopped and his thick, hard shaft never ceased it's slow, erotic penetration.
The young girl's eyes were locked on the two figures, her breath quick and rapid as she watched the sexy scene. In the soft, yellowish light she could easily see the dark silhouette of her uncle's cock seeming to connect the two figures together as it moved in and out of the woman, soft moans of pleasure coming from her mouth. Kristy was completely captivated by the sight, her eyes locked on the pair as she watched them so casually couple.
It wasn't that the girl had never seen a cock before. Her best friend, Carrie, had given her a copy of 'Playgirl' for her fifteenth birthday just last month. The two teenage girls had closed the door and sprawled on her bed with several other girl friends looking and giggling at the pictures of good-looking, naked men with hard and soft cocks.
Kristy knew that all of the other girls had already lost their virginity, and several were very sexually active, especially her best friend, Carrie. Though she was quite pretty, Kristy was somewhat stand-offish with boys and had never dated very much, much less experience the pleasure of sex.
Lately, however, she was becoming a little self-conscious that she was the only one of her circle of friends who was still a virgin, and her yearnings to learn and experience what the other girls spoke about so openly, so eagerly, so brazenly, was growing quickly. On her most recent date two weeks ago, for the first time she had allowed a boy to feel her breasts as they kissed with open mouths and tongues in the front seat of his car while they were parked in a dark corner of the parking lot below.
As he pulled and squeezed her nipples through her shirt and bra with his finger tips, she felt the wonderful hot, electric sensations that jolted her loins and made her wet between her legs. She quickly felt herself losing control, wanting to experience more, to do more with him, and was somewhat relieved (and, she had to admit, disappointed) when the boy pulled away and announced he had to get home.
Now, as she watched the rhythmic thrusting of her uncle's hips and ass, she felt the same pleasurable tickle grow between her thighs and the wetness begin to form. Almost without realizing it, Kristy reached down and slipped her right hand under the hem of the T-shirt she often wore to bed. Her finger tips grazed over the front of her cotton-covered mound, and the tip of her middle finger found the depression at the front of her slit and began to make little circles over her clit.
Warm, familiar sensations of pleasure began to radiate up from between her legs. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of her cotton bikini panties begin to grow as the high school girl aroused herself. The little circles alternated with a back-and-forth motion as she pressed up harder against her pleasure button.
This wasn't the first time she had used her hand to make herself feel good. Ever since she was about twelve, she had explored that pleasure place between her legs and discovered masturbation and how it made her feel so good. As her technique improved with experience, Kristy learned how to give herself orgasms and, for the past couple of years or so, several nights each week she would lay in bed, her fingers down inside her panties making herself wet and making herself cum.
Lately, vivid visions of the naked men she saw in her 'Playgirl' magazine would float through her mind as her fingers worked their familiar magic and sent her ever higher toward that wonderful orgasmic release.
Sometimes, she would picture herself with them, doing the things that her friends so openly talked about doing with their own dates and boyfriends.
