Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
I was laying on my bed, wearing bra and knickers with my buds in just taking no notice. I half noticed my door open and Mum stuck her head around my door.
"Hello Mum," I said acknowledging her.
"Auntie Crystal has had the baby, I am going over to help a bit, do you want to come?"
"Yeah, I could do," well, I had nothing else on, Dad was glued to test cricket in the lounge, so boring, and babies are so cute. "I'll just throw a skirt and top on."
"Best sort out a change of clothing in case baby poops on you."
"Okay, good plan."
I swung my legs off the bed and stepped into my skirt and then into a polo top. In my small bag I threw another skirt, a couple of tops, and a bra and a few pairs of knickers. Well, you never know.
Dad sort of waved as we left and we headed off to Pudsey to Aunt Crystal and Uncle Pete's house. Uncle Pete is Mum's bother and Crystal is his wife, I don't think that they ever actually got married, although they have been together a long time now and I think they are classed as man and wife, but I don't know for sure.
We pulled up on their drive and mum just opened their front door and walked in with me following on behind. Uncle Pete greeted us with hugs and explained that Crystal was upstairs with baby Christine. Mum and I went upstairs and walked softly into the main bedroom.
Crystal was laying on the bed and Christine was in a bassinet at the side of the bed, gosh she looked so tiny. Crystal was half awake and half asleep, she really looked out of it.
"This is the longest she has slept," Crystal said, "she just wants feeding every hour. I am exhausted."
"Do you want me to stay for a few days and help out Auntie?" I asked, "I can sleep on the sofa, and just do stuff around the house. Obviously, I can't feed her, but I can do other stuff."
"Oh Tiffany, that would be great," Crystal said, "yes, if you would, that would be fantastic."
"Do you need any more clothes Tiff?" Mum asked, "I can bring you some tomorrow if you do."
"Probably mum, knickers and tops mostly, oh, and another skirt."
"Okay," Mum said and then sat down on the bed next to Crystal.
"Have you expressed any milk, only Tiff could bottle feed her some of the feeds to give you a rest."
"No, not yet, my milk has only just come in, but I will do that and yes, Tiffany can help with bottle feeds."
Baby Christine woke up and started crying. I leaned over and picked her up. "I'll change her," I said, "where's the stuff?"
"In the nursery next door, changing mat, nappies, cream everything. If she has leaked through onto her clothes, there are clean clothes in the drawer under the changing mat."
"Perfect." I cradled Christine in my arms and went through to the nursery and changed and cleaned Christine, she hadn't leaked so I didn't need to change her Babygro. I went back into the main bedroom.
"She'll probably want a feed," Crystal said undoing her top and taking the baby from me.
We sat and chatted quietly for a while whilst Christine fed and then was put back in the bassinet where she went back to sleep. I went downstairs to make some cups of tea; Pete was in the kitchen.
"I feel useless," he said, "not having boobs, and all."
"Well, Crystal will be able to express her milk soon, and then you can feed her from a bottle."
"True."
"Meanwhile you can change nappies and stuff, that'll all help Auntie Crystal, so you are anything other than useless."
"Maybe," he said, he certainly didn't sound convinced. I made some mugs of tea and took them upstairs, handing one to Mum, one to Crystal and one or myself.
"Pete was down there feeling all useless," I said, "I told him he could change nappies and things like that, he didn't seem convinced."
"The first thing he asked me," Crystal said, "was when I would be no longer be out of commission."
"Typical man," Mum said, "Tiff's Dad was the same. I made him wait two months just because he was stupid enough to ask."
It had taken a few minutes for me to realise what they were talking about, but when the penny dropped I smiled. "Perhaps that is why Uncle Pete looks so downcast," I said, "no nookie."
"Well, I have told him that it could be some months, I have stitches and they have to heal, and I have to heal inside." Crystal said.
"His hand will get busy," I said, "he won't have much choice will he?"
"It won't kill him to wait," Mum said, "didn't kill your father."
I knew what Dad was like, I knew only too well, I had been servicing Dad for quite a while, pretty much every time Mum went out. It had started just after my eighteenth birthday. I was upstairs in my room and was just wearing my robe. Dad had been having a bath in the family bathroom, they only have a shower in their ensuite, and he must have forgotten that I was at home.
My bedroom door was wide open and Dad walked out of the bathroom, which is opposite my room, just as I looked up. He was naked, no towel, no robe, just utterly naked and his dick was at half mast. I looked at it then up at his face and then back at his dick. His dick twitched and started getting harder.
It was not long before it was sticking forwards, obviously very hard, and unmoving, I mean, Dad had simply stopped on the landing outside my room and looked at me. I realised that my robe was open enough that Dad could see my fanny. Was that what had triggered his hard on?
"Looks like you have a problem," I said staring at his dick.
"Perhaps," Dad said taking a step towards my room, "do you have the solution?"
Oh, my, that took me by surprise, I never expected him to respond like that.
"Perhaps," I replied, "do you have a need?"
"If I did have a need, could you resolve it?" Dad said taking another step forwards, by now he was in my bedroom.
I pulled my robe apart, my breasts and my fanny now fully exposed. "I have the necessary equipment," I said, "do you want to make use of it?"
He stepped forward and knelt on the bed between my ankles, his dick looking very hard, his foreskin had slightly pulled back, his red end just showing between the tight folds of skin.
"And if I did?" Dad said shuffling forwards on the bed.
I licked my forefinger and then slid it along my valley. "It seems to be ready," I said, "I seem fully lubricated, be a shame to waste all that wetness."
I knew exactly what I was doing. I had never even thought about Dad sexually before that moment, and now it was all I could think of. Dad leant forward and then covered me, his dick nudging my crease. I reached down and held his dick, the first time I had touched my Dad's dick, I lined him up and half pushed his dick in, Dad did the rest.
I felt my fanny expand as Dad's dick pushed in, Dad was bigger than my at that time boyfriend Gill, I felt his foreskin roll down his dick, I felt the rim of his glans scraping my fanny walls, and then I felt him reach my depth. Yes, definitely bigger than Gill.
Dad had simply shagged me that first time. Later it evolved into sucking each other, and a few times, anal, but whenever Mum was out for a few hours we ended up shagging in one form or another. It wasn't as if he and Mum weren't shagging, they were, I often heard them at night, and even on the days where Dad had shagged me, he would shag Mum later that night.
So, yeah, Uncle Pete was almost certainly feeling the loss. I had missed some of the conversation as I reminisced about Dad, and I think I had been asked a question.
"Sorry, what," I said, "I was miles away."
"I asked you," Auntie Crystal said, "should I make him wait, or offer him other solutions. I don't want him feeling neglected and going elsewhere."
"Oh, gosh, right, would he, go elsewhere I mean? Is that a real possibility?"
"He is a man, of course it is possible," Mum said.
"Well, if it were me," I said, "I would help him, but nothing below my waist for a few months, but hand and mouth, yeah, I would do that, even though it would be his fault basically that I was out of commission," and I laughed. I felt quite strange being included in a grown up conversation.
"Well," Crystal said, "he'll have to wait a while for that, I am so not feeling it at the moment."
"Hormones," Mum said, "that'll be the hormones."
Good grief, I had all this melodrama to look forward, not that I was in a hurry to get pregnant, but these are things that you never think of. I don't expect that Mum knows that I am servicing Dad when she isn't around, and I am surely not going to tell her.
After a while Mum got off and left me with Crystal, Pete and baby Christine. I held and cuddled Christine as much as I could, I discovered I adore the smell of a new baby human. Crystal said that she thinks her milk has come in, and she will try expressing some milk.
I said "great, perhaps I can do a night time feed and give you something of a break."
"Oh that would be fantastic," she said with a smile, a weary smile, but still a smile.
"I'll go and sort the laundry out and put it in the machine," I said, "that should help a little too."
