Uncle Jim 1

This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent young Mormon woman losing her virginity when she is seduced by her uncle. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

My folks were going through a nasty divorce, and I had just moved in with my aunt Libby, who was my mom's little sister, and my uncle Jim. This wasn't the first time that I had stayed with Aunt Libby and Uncle Jim. Libby was one of my favorite aunts, and I enjoyed learning to cook from her (which she enjoyed teaching). However, this time was different. I was having a really bad time because of my parents' divorce, and I was crying a lot.

A couple of weeks after I got there, my aunt went to girl's camp with the girls from her LDS ward, and my uncle came to my room late the first night she was gone to try to comfort me when he heard me crying. He hugged me for quite a while, said some very nice things to me about how beautiful I was (I had never thought of myself that way), and dried my tears with the bottom edge of my nightgown.

Jim was wearing a robe, and I never thought about what was (or wasn't) underneath.

Then he asked if I'd like him to give me a good massage to relax me. Uncle Jim gives great back rubs, so I lay down with my back up, and he started rubbing my shoulders. He didn't like massaging me through my flannel nightie though, and after a few minutes he pushed it over my head and pulled it right off my arms. I wasn't sure if I should let him do that, but it was sort of dark in my room (just a little light coming in from the hall), so I figured it would be ok. Besides, he was my uncle.

He started massaging my neck and shoulders and worked his way down until he was kneading my buns. Having him massaging my bottom made me tingle inside, and I was getting a little wet. It really felt good, but it worried me because I never wear panties to bed (something my mom told me to do to prevent yeast infections).

I was just about to ask him to stop when he moved down the bed to massage my feet, which felt wonderful. After a few minutes, he started working his way back up my legs. By then, he was sitting between my legs, so my legs were apart. When he was massaging my upper thighs, his fingers started lightly brushing my pussy, just a little at first, then a little more. I asked if we should be doing that; but he said not to worry. He said that we wouldn't go too far, and that he was just trying to relax me and make me feel good. Well...he was certainly doing that.

Pretty soon, he was rubbing my clit and dipping his finger into me, and after a little while of that, I had my first orgasm. When I did, he rolled me onto my back. Even in the throes of my orgasm, I realized I was naked and exposed to him, and I struggled to cover myself; but he held my hands and said not to worry, that it was ok. He said he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me. Somehow, that was good enough for me right then. For some reason, I wasn't thinking at all about what I had been taught all my life in the Mormon church and by my mother.

He kept rubbing my clit, and I felt wonderful. My eyes were closed as I relished the feelings I was experiencing. He leaned over me, and started kissing and suckling my nipples. Oh, wow! I was getting hotter and hotter. Then he kissed his way down to my pussy, and started licking and sucking my clit. I became delirious with the pleasure.

I was out of control. When it seemed like I was floating in some kind of soft cloud, I kind of remember him sliding up over me and sucking my nipples again, and also rubbing my pussy with what I now know was his cock. I was so wet. After his cock was thoroughly coated in my cream, he slipped it into me. It went right up against my hymen before I realized what he was doing.

I told him we couldn't do that, and he stopped pushing; but he left the tip pressed against my hymen and kept suckling my breasts and neck, which was driving me over the edge again. Every once in a while, he would push his cock just a little more and I could feel the pressure building against my hymen. I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving me, and I was moving my bottom around because it felt so good with his cock a little way into me.

The pressure became too much for my hymen, and I felt it tear as his cockhead slid through it. I won't lie. It hurt; but I was at the point I didn't care, and just pushed back against him. Tears came to my eyes as he pushed his cock deep into my vagina. He apologized, and said he couldn't help himself. He also hugged me, kissed me all over, and told me how much he loved me. He must have known how much I needed to hear that from somebody, anybody. I hugged him back.

He lay there with his cock fully inside me for a minute. Then he started making small strokes. They got longer and longer until his cock was sliding almost all the way in and out of my pussy. He kept going faster. It felt really good, and I started pushing to meet each of his thrusts.

He got into a kneeling position between my legs, and put my feet up on his shoulders. He was pushing so deep into me, and it felt so good. He had me rub my clit as he slid in and out of me. Wow! I was in heaven. I don't know where one orgasm ended and the next began.

Finally, he tensed, and I could feel him squirting his spunk deep into my tummy. I went nuts. I tried to throw him off of me. I tried to scoot away. I begged him to take it out. I cried, "I don't want to be pregnant!" He smiled, and said not to worry; that his doctor said he couldn't have kids. So, I relaxed and let him finish in me. We lay there until we fell asleep with him still in me.

During the night, I awoke to the feeling of Jim's cock sliding in and out of my vagina again. At first, I didn't know what was happening, but after I realized where I was and who I was with, I settled down. I won't say that I actively fucked against him (because I didn't), but I did tilt my hips so that his cock went deeper into my vagina each time he thrust. If nothing else, I have to admit that I enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.

He soon shot his semen deep into my womb again. We talked about it, and he said that his doctor said that because of an injury in his youth, that he couldn't father children. I wasn't sure how that worked, but I trusted that he was right.

Uncle Jim came to my room every night the week that Aunt Libby was at girl's camp. I never cried alone again, and he would give me long massages to help me to relax. Of course, each of those massages soon became sexual, and after a while, I stopped thinking about how Jim was cheating on Aunt Libby. After all, I supposed that since no baby could come from this activity, then she would never find out. I did still feel bad about what I was letting Jim do to me though.

The night before Aunt Libby came home was exceptionally active. Uncle Jim took me to my room right after dinner, kissed me, and undressed me next to my bed. He kissed me a lot, and not just on my mouth. His kisses were all over my body, especially on my breasts and on my pussy. I enjoyed it thoroughly, and I have no idea how many times I orgasmed, but it was a lot.

He lay me back on my bed, and I spread my legs for him as he settled over me. I felt his stiff cock rubbing against me, and I reached between us to guide the tip of his cock to my vaginal entrance. It slipped all the way into my vagina immediately. I felt his cock press firmly against my cervix deep within me and closed my eyes. This felt so good that I wasn't sure how I was going to give this up after Aunt Libby came home. Anyway, he continued to thrust in and out of me until he finally shot load after load of his semen deep into my womb. I orgasmed when I felt his semen being pumped through my cervix, and my entire body spasmed, presumably drawing his cock even deeper into my body.

We fell asleep, but woke several times during the night so that he could fill me up with his semen over and over again. I woke in the morning to his cock sliding in and out of me one last time. He came in me, and I figured that was it. We changed the linens on my bed, and I ran them through the washer and dryer. By the time Aunt Libby got home late that afternoon, everything was back to normal, and there was no trace of anything that had happened during the week.

Well...there were no traces left except that his doctor was wrong. Uncle Jim made love to me many times during that week, and I got very pregnant. That certainly made life interesting. A couple of weeks later, I started getting sick every morning. Libby took me to her doctor, who ran some tests and told both of us that I was pregnant.

Of course, at that point I had no alternative to telling Libby everything that happened the week she was gone to girl's camp. At first, my aunt was furious when she found out what had happened, and she wouldn't speak to me for a while (like it was MY idea to have sex with her husband) until I approached her about taking the baby as her own.

Since Libby wanted babies, and since it was obviously her that couldn't have one, and NOT Uncle Jim, she decided to accept. If you look at the baby's birth certificate, you would never know that she wasn't the real mother because that was the way I filled it out. I pretended to be Libby.

I expected that she would never leave me alone with Jim again after that, but that wasn't what happened. I moved in permanently with Aunt Libby and Uncle Jim, and Libby told me that she wanted to have three children. Then, she asked if I would help them to have children. Having just given birth, I wasn't sure that was what I wanted, but after we talked a while, I realized how much it meant to her and agreed. I think Uncle Jim was the most surprised.

The logistics of how that would happen took a long time to work out. First of all, nobody in her ward could ever know what was happening in their house, or even that I was living in their house full-time. I never went to church with them. As far as anybody would know, Libby was having these babies. Libby wore clothes that would make her look pregnant, even though she wasn't. In addition, Libby and Jim sold their house and moved to another part of the city. When they did, they stopped going to church, since that was the easiest way to not have prying eyes around all the time.

Second, if I was going to do this, I didn't want to feel any shame afterwards, and I was sure that I would if Libby was around when Jim and I made love. Therefore, Libby agreed to not be around whenever Jim was trying to impregnate me (which turned out to be frequently. Luckily, Libby traveled for her job, so she was often out of town for a week at a time.

My parents realized that I was pregnant soon after it happened the first time, but they were both OK with me staying with Aunt Libby permanently. They were both trying to get on with their own lives after the divorce. Yes, they did come to see me from time to time, but both of them ended up moving and living far away (to opposite coasts), so there was little chance that they would realize I got pregnant again.

Libby, Jim and I settled into life together. I nursed the baby (since Libby had no milk), and Jim would sleep with me whenever Libby was out of town. I hadn't realized how big of a draw lactating breasts were to men until Jim asked to suckle me one night. It wasn't just the taste of the milk, but the act of suckling. After that, he came to me at least once a day to suckle (even if we didn't have sex.

Of course, we had sex a lot too. Whenever Libby was out of the house, Jim was filling me up with another load of his sperm. Amazingly, it took almost a year to get pregnant the second time. The doctor explained to me that nursing a baby can act like some kind of contraceptive.

Therefore, it wasn't until after I weaned little Mary that I got pregnant again. Of course, not being able to impregnate me didn't stop Jim from trying. He made love to me several times a night every time we slept together. Jim was a good lover, too, and I soon fell in love with him, not just as an uncle. I talked this over with Libby, and she said that she would have been surprised if I hadn't. In addition, she was OK with it.

Libby still wanted to keep our sex lives separate (so did I), but she was OK if Jim wanted to spend a night with me even if she was in the house. She thought it was funny when I told her about Jim suckling my breasts to drink my milk. She told me to do whatever made Jim happy, and if he enjoyed suckling my breasts, that I should let him do that whenever he wished. My breasts had also gotten considerably larger during my first pregnancy, and they never shrank later on. Jim loved my breasts whether there was milk or not (but he did like suckling).

I have no idea how long this will go on for. We have been together for several years, and we now have five children. All of my children call Libby their Mom, and none of them know that I am their true mother, although they call me Mama Jessie and consider me like a nanny (a wet-nurse nanny though). Amazingly, I am OK with that. I am the one who spends almost all of my time with the children. We are starting to home school them, and I am their teacher.

At night, the children sleep in their own rooms (except the baby, who sleeps in a small crib in my room), and I am able to have a wonderful love life with Jim. I love it when he comes into my room at night. I have taken to sleeping totally naked, so whenever he slides into bed with me, we won't have to deal with clothes.

Jim gives me multiple orgasms almost every time we make love, which is often. I have no idea how often Libby orgasms with Jim, but she seems to be very satisfied and mellow all of the time too, so I assume that he is not neglecting her. At this rate, I would be happy to continue on with this life until I die. Jim and Libby have also expressed their happiness as well on many occasions. I'm sure that none of us could ever have imagined this life that we live before I came to stay with my Aunt Libby and Uncle Jim.

I am happy. I hear Jim coming into my room. He slides in under the covers behind me, and I immediately feel his hard cock between my legs, and my pussy is already wet in anticipation. I reach down to guide his cock into my pussy, and it is sliding smoothly into my depths. His hands cup my breasts and tweak my sensitive erect nipples. This is as close to heaven as a living person can get, so whatever happens in the future, I will always have this to remember.