He had always watched her as she moved through her various stages of development. Now as she ripened even more, he noticed the sultry full lips, her round breasts ripe and ready to be plucked and the apple firmness of blossoming ass. It was all he could do to stop from staring as this beauty developed into a magnificent woman. Now he felt the familiar tightening in his crotch as he watches her move around the house each day.
She had moved in with him when she was merely 12 years old after her mother and his brother, her father, had been tragically killed in a car accident. It was the least he could do to raise her as if she was his daughter. In fact, she had begun to call him daddy almost immediately; taking solace and comfort in his arms when her nightmares became too much to bear. He had nurtured her and protected her into this beautiful creature before him. Yet forbidden images continue to plague him each night. He would lie stroking his hard cock, hearing her stirring in her bedroom, catching peeks of her ripened body as she darted out of the shower and into her room. He wanted his niece so badly that it was difficult to keep from pouncing on her. Yet he had pledged to protect and nurture her and it would be wrong to fuck her the way he wanted.
He knew she was a virgin. She was too painfully shy to date and was often home each night in her room studying. He knew she had not yet even had her first passionate kiss as she had confided that to him recently. He liked the idea of keeping her pure, untouched, and unsullied. However, he also liked the idea of introducing her to her first passionate kiss. He could imagine parting her soft hesitant lips gently, showing her how to give him her tongue to suck and how to take his tongue into her mouth. He wanted to run his hands over her supple body, circling her tender pink puffy nipples with his tongue and hearing her first moan. He wanted to caress her body, running his finger across her stomach and dipping delightfully into her sweet untouched pussy until he felt the thrust of her hips towards his, and yes, oh yes, he would plunge into her unmindful of her virginity, just to be her first fuck. Groaning, he shut the door to his bedroom, pulling his hard shaft out with one hand and leaning back on the hard door, and continued to slide his hands up and down his rock hard cock imagining how he would give his niece her first taste of cock.
He heard the door close and new she was off to her first class of the day and would be gone until three this afternoon. With his cock still hanging hard out of his pants, he slowly opened the door to her bedroom, inhaling her scent of soft lilacs. His hard cock swinging, bouncing painfully streamed precum. He searched for her panties, spotting it peeking out of her hamper. The soft lacy fabric beckoned him and as if dazed, he reached for its softness and brought it up to his lips, inhaling the lilac muskiness of her pussy. He imagined how he would order her to remove her panties in some fantasies and in others just parting them away from her sweet cunny to plunge beside the fabric into her sweetness. He could feel his cock parting the unwilling fabric and burrowing its way between the cloth, stretching it then ripping it in its eagerness. Lying across her bed he rubbed the fabric against his cock, and then wrapped it around slowly slid it up and down his long thick shaft. Pulling her pillow over his face, he wrapped the lace over his cock head and shot long and hard. Cum spurted through the flimsy lace into the air, splattered hot and thick onto his thighs and stomach, and dripped off onto her carpet.
"FUCK!" he muttered to himself. He wanted his niece's sweet little cunny.
Sighing, he forces himself to enter his home office to prepare for his first client of the day. Mrs. Klein would soon be here complaining incessantly of her daughter and grand kids and ungrateful husband. Secretly he wanted to tell her to shut up, but as a family Psychologist, he very well could not do so with out losing his practice. Therefore, he resigned himself to sit patiently across from her in his huge leather chair, listening seemingly patiently. Most times, he was thinking of his precious niece laying in her bedroom right above their heads.
Once he had removed his hard cock from his pants, his client none the wise, and slowly stroked himself listening to her chatter. His eyes focused on Mrs. Klein's ample breasts that were squeezed too tightly creating a huge mound of soft flesh underneath her blouse. He wondered what she would do if he snatched that blouse open and buried his cock between those breasts. He wanted to shove her down on the couch, push his cock into the soft mounds up to her mouth, and demand her to suck him. Perhaps then, she would stop complaining. Chuckling he remembered how he could not rise to see her out, as was his custom, because his cock was raging hard and throbbing.
On the other hand, perhaps he should stand and show her his cock, forcing her to the floor and ram it up into her fleshy cunt. However, he had simply nodded to the door to indicate that she was to escort herself out. He had fumbled into his desk and brought out a picture of his niece posing in an innocently seductive way in a too small bikini last summer. Slowly he stroked, imagining her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking as she had sucked on the pacifiers when she was a baby in his arms.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK!" he grunted so loud that afternoon that his grunt must have echoed up the stairs.
"Uncle, are you ok?" she had called down the stairs.
No goddamit, he thought. I want to fuck you, you little bitch. I want to make you whimper with pleasure as I take you like the slut I want you to be. I want to ram this cock into your cunny whenever I want to! I want to have you waiting for me each night, kneeling with your sweet round ass in the air begging me to fuck every hole! But instead, he had yelled up, "I'm ok!"
