The soft seductive wail of the sax played through the car as I made my way slowly through the morning traffic. I glanced over at my niece, Carol. She was coming to spend part of the summer with me in my home in Georgia. I couldn't help but shake my head as I looked at Carol. At 32, she had grown into a very beautiful woman. I could still remember her as the young child I had helped raise. The slow rise and fall of her full womanly breast and the way she opened and closed her thighs, squeezing them tightly together, let me know that she was being turned on by the story she was reading. I had found out purely by accident, that my niece like myself wrote erotic stories in her spare time.
I had picked up the pad that lay on her kitchen table and began to read the words. By the third sentence, I was slightly shocked. The story I was reading was about a young slut who enjoyed letting boys and men use her for their pleasure. Carol came into the room and immediately tried to grab the pad from me. "Uncle Carl! You're not suppose to read that." I held the pad out of her reach. "For a college grad, your sentence structure is lousy. And a story should be more than just a collection of foul words and sex acts. Other than that, it's not bad. Not half as good as the stories I write, but not bad." Carol stopped trying to retrieve the pad. "You write stories Uncle Carl? Could I read some of them? I just started writing and maybe I can get some help from reading some of yours."
I looked at Carol. I had watched her grow from a skinny kid into a well-developed woman. And through it all, she had viewed me like a father. I had been there to celebrate her triumphs and to spank her for her misdeeds. In fact, I had been there all her life. To any and all concerned, I was her dad. I couldn't help but notice the full swell of her tits or the way her hips flared out from her waist. Yes, she had grown into a woman indeed. And a mighty fine young woman at that! I shook my head to erase the thoughts of lasciviousness that were beginning to grow. "Gee Carol, I don't know. My stories are pretty strong. Maybe it wouldn't be right letting you read them. I mean, what would you think of me after reading my inner most lustful thoughts?"
Carol smiled and came a bit closer to me. I could smell the soft scent of her perfume. "Uncle Carl! I wouldn't think anything different of you than I do now." I looked down and couldn't help but see the soft skin of her tit. Her blouse and bra had the twin orbs pushed up to show a nice bit of cleavage. I licked suddenly dry lips. "And just what do you think of me know?" Carol laughed as she took a step backward. "Look at me Uncle Carl. I have grown into a damn good-looking woman, if I must say so myself. And don't think I haven't noticed you watching me sometimes. You've noticed that I have become a woman too. I've seen you try to hide the hardon you get. Come on? Please let me read your stories?" I wanted to say, no. I should have said no and walked out of her apartment. But I could feel the blood begin to pulse within me. And I felt it pool in the one place it shouldn't have. Clearing my throat, I turned around and picked up my laptop bag. I didn't want Carol to see my growing hardon.
I handed Carol the disc that held a few of my stories. "I don't want you showing these to anyone. And I mean anyone, Carol. This secret must stay between you and I." I had to admit giving my stories to my niece excited me. I knew a few women who I had allowed to read them. And each one confessed that after reading them, she would get so hot, she would fuck herself to calm down. I could just imagine Carol lying in bed, her soft thighs open and either her fingers or a dildo pleasing her pussy. Carol was not ashamed to walk around semi-nude in my presence. And she would sometimes walk from one room to the next wearing only her bra and panty. I knew what she looked like with just those two articles of clothing and could guess about the rest.
I left to visit some friends but my mind kept going back to Carol and my stories. At 10 o'clock I called her. The phone rang until her answer-machine picked up. I began to talk when she picked up the phone. Her voice had a husky sound to it, like she was just dozing off. "Uncle Carl. I was just thinking about you." I laughed. "It sounds like I woke you up. If I did I'm sorry. I know you have to get up early for work." I listened to her breath a few times. "Mmmm! No, I just finished reading one of your stories. Damn! You write some hot shit!" Carol had talked to me like this before. As long as we were alone, I never chastised her about it. "So? How did you like them?"
Carol gave a soft laugh. I could just imagine, from the sexy way her voice sounded that she must have been lying in bed as she read. "Uncle Carl, your stories can make a girl feel real uncomfortable. I can't tell you how excited I got from reading them." This time I laughed out loud. "Ah come on Carol, you can tell me anything. How hot did they get you?" Carol giggled and her voice reminded me of the little girl again. "Well! I will only tell you that I have a big wet spot on my bed. And I'm kind of sore in one spot." I could feel my dick begin to harden. "Gee! I remember when you were younger. When ever you would hurt something, I would kiss it and make it feel all better." I heard Carol give a soft moan.
"Uncle Carl! If you kissed where I hurt now, you would definitely make it feel better. And you would probably make my bed a lot wetter. I guess that's why you made a lot of the women take towels into the bedroom with them. Do you really like to do all those things you write about?" I let my voice grow soft and low. "Carol! Most of those stories are about the women I know. And I have done all those things." I could hear her soft catch of breath. Then she tried to stifle a low moan. "Just what are you doing, Carol?" I listened to her let out a long slow breath. "Nothing! Just lying here in bed reading one of the stories." I closed my eyes and my hand squeezed my throbbing dick. "Are you making yourself even sorer than you already are?"
My car was already headed in the direction of her apartment. I heard a short gasp. "Yes Uncle Carl." I squeezed my dick hard. I wanted to moan at the thought of how she would look. "I was going to come over for a drink but I guess you're too tired now? I mean, you sound like you've been working yourself pretty hard." Carol moaned again. "No! I've been just relaxing. And I feel like I could use a drink right now. Why don't you come over?" I smiled. I should have been ashamed at what I was thinking. I should have been horrified at what I wanted to happen. But I was only more turned on by the thought of the forbidden fruit I wanted to taste. "OK! I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I'm close by."