Twisted

I started fucking my uncle when I was still in senior high school. As I matured and developed into a woman, I picked up pretty quickly how a woman could use her body to get what she wanted, and how easy it was to spot the men that could be manipulated by sex, or even just the thought of sex. My uncle was definitely one of those guys.

He was my dad's brother - nice guy with an uptight, bitchy wife named Kelly and two kids. Their daughter Samantha was one year younger than me, and their son Geoff was a few years younger still. But I could tell Uncle Bret had an eye for me, and I did my best to tease him, just to see what would happen. At first it was just me messing around with him, to see how he would react. I never seriously considered doing anything with him. But eventually I realized the look in his eyes was unmistakable - he had a thing for me, and I could tell he wanted me. And I could tell he felt guilty about it.

I had seen that look before, in the eyes of my high school drama teacher, as well as one of the assistant principals. I steadily perfected my techniques - lingering looks, smiles, communicating with my eyes; wardrobe choices that pushed the edge and showed off my breasts and ass and legs; just the right amount of makeup, hair always looking just right. It worked on the drama teacher - I got an A+ for my "performance" in his classroom and on his apartment couch. And I had even more fun with the assistant principal -- in his office and in his bed, while his wife was at work and his kids were at school. Somehow, I knew my methods would work on my uncle. All I needed was an opportunity.

It finally happened my senior year in high school, just after I had turned 18. It was a Saturday morning and my parents were heading out to go golfing, which would keep them out of the house for hours. On their way out the door, my dad mentioned that Uncle Bret would be coming by to pick up some tools. Even as I nodded and said, "whatever" I knew this was my opportunity, and could feel my heart begin to race and breath quicken. I hopped in the shower and shaved my legs, then got dressed in some sexy panties and put on a thin t-shirt, no bra. The doorbell rang just as I finished putting my hair into a ponytail. A quiver of excitement when through me and I knew I was already getting wet.

I did my best to look disinterested as I opened the door for Uncle Bret. He was a good looking guy, relatively fit, with a gentle smile and a sweet personality. I said hello and let him in. As soon as we started chatting I could tell he was becoming very nervous, and I did my best to act cool and calm, even though I was excited too. He stuttered as he talked about needing to pick up some of my dad's tools, and I smiled and said, "you can have anything you want." That caught him off guard, and he just stared at me, dumbfounded. I smiled back at him and didn't say anything. He recovered himself and asked how I was doing, and I said I was ok but kind of bored. He asked about school and volleyball (I was on varsity), and then asked if I had a boyfriend. I looked him in the eyes, and said, "I'm kind of done with boys at school. I'm more interested in men." His expression was priceless - hungry, confused, unsure of what to say or do next. I stared at him innocently until he recovered; I could see the gears grinding in his head as to what to say or do - push the issue, or back off, since this was his 18-year old niece?

He swallowed hard and asked, as innocently as he could, "Boys can be idiots, especially in high school... I know I was. If there's any advice I can... I can give, I'd be happy to... happy to share it with... you."

I smiled at him and moved to sit down on the couch, saying, "Thanks, I'd appreciate that."

I sat down on the couch cross-legged, and he sat opposite of me. I started talking about experiences with boys, while watching the strain on his face as he tried desperately to not stare at my crotch. I broke eye contact with him to turn off the TV, and caught him getting a good look at the panties I had on under the shirt. When he looked up our eyes met and he blushed deeply. He fumbled out an apology and I said, "I don't mind. You are more than welcome to look, or... do more." Once again that stopped him in his tracks, but he recovered quicker this time as he finally clued in to my game.

"If I didn't know better, Trish, I'd say you're leading me on. It's very tempting - you're gorgeous and... I'll admit to admiring your body. But you're also my niece, and too young. And I'm married. I just don't..."

I smiled and shrugged, and said, "I understand. But I am 18 now, and the fact that you're my uncle doesn't really bother me. And yes, I know you're married to Aunt Kelly, but that doesn't really bother me either. Besides, it doesn't look like you and her have a really passionate relationship."

He sat back and smiled, and said, "Yes, your aunt can be difficult at times."

"Oh, I'd say she's more than difficult, Samantha makes her sound like a total bitch."

"Uh-oh. What did Sam tell you?"

"Just some things that have happened, like the fact that you guys don't kiss anymore and that you don't even sleep in the same bedroom."

He sat back and nodded. "It's... complicated."

"I guess."

We sat for a moment, and his eyes once again wandered down to take another look at my panties peeking out from under my shirt.

He said, "So you're not interested in boys anymore?"

"Boys, no. Men, yes. The boys I've been with have been universally lame. I'd like to find someone that can last more than a minute and knows what he's doing when he's with a woman."

He stared at me for a moment, nodding slowly, and then asked, "So have you found anyone yet?"

"No, not yet. I mean, I know there's lots of guys out there, but I'd like to find someone that I know I can trust. Someone that cares about me and is not going to use me. Someone that isn't a druggie or has diseases. Someone stable, older, but in good shape. Do you know anyone like that?"

He smiled at me again and said, "You know, Trish, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

As innocently as I could, I said, "Oh, no, Uncle Bret. Would I do that to you?"

He shook his head and smiled again, and said, "It's a very tempting offer, honest. But it doesn't bother you that I'm your uncle?"

"Not at all."

"Really?"

"Yep. I know you've been watching me for a while, and that you find me attractive. And you're in great shape too. And I know I can trust you, and that we can keep it a secret. You're the perfect guy to show me what it's like to be with a man."

He blew out a deep breath, then said, "You make a compelling case."

"Thanks. I've been thinking about it a lot. And by the bulge in your pants, I can tell you're thinking about it too."

He sat back and laughed, and then looked down. Looking up, he said, "Kind of gave me away, didn't it."

I nodded, and then said breathlessly, "Can I see it?"

He looked at me deeply for a long moment, searching for the right words to say. I could hear the disbelief and excitement in his voice as he quietly said, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and smiled, and then he shook his head and muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this..."

Reaching down, he undid his belt and the top button of his jeans, unzipping and opening up his fly. He reached in through his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was mostly hard and was the biggest cock I had ever seen, with a circumcised, mushroom-shaped head, and a long, thick shaft that curved slightly up.

As I moved over and kneeled on the floor in front of him, I said, "That is the biggest cock I've ever seen."

He smiled weakly and said, "Thanks... are you sure you really want to do this?"

I looked up at him as I gingerly took his cock in my hand and smiled. It was hot to the touch and I opened my mouth, taking the head and laying it on my tongue. I moved forward and took another inch of his cock into my mouth and closed my lips around it. As I took more and more of his cock into my mouth he leaned back and let out a long groan.

It was a challenge to get his cock into my mouth and suck it; the boys I had sucked had all had smaller cocks than Bret, and it hadn't been difficult to suck them. And they had cum really quickly. But Bret didn't. His cock was thick, and I could only get 4-5 inches in my mouth. My jaw was wide open and I had to make sure my teeth didn't hurt him. It took a little while and then I began to get into a rhythm. His groans and moans of pleasure began to increase, and I could taste his precum every now and then and felt his cock get even harder and longer.

I quickened my pace, as my jaw was beginning to hurt and I wasn't sure how much more I could suck him. I finally heard him mutter, "Do you want me to cum, or do you want to suck more?" It was a clear signal to me that this was a man that could control his orgasms, compared to the boys I had been with who no control over their bodies or orgasms. I took his cock out of my mouth, and said, "You can cum in my mouth now." He nodded and said, "Oh fuck yes... won't be long... you are really good..."

I slid his cock back into my mouth and began sucking again, harder and faster. His body began to tense and I readied myself for what I knew was coming. The first hot splash of cum hit the side of my mouth and back of my tongue, and was followed by three more huge jets of cum. I swallowed as much as I could, feeling another squirt hit the top of my mouth. I kept sucking and stroking his cock, and it kept pulsing out shot after shot of cum. I swallowed another big load and kept sucking.

The cum was oozing out now and I stopped sucking hard and used my tongue to tease out the last few stringy drops. By the time I got the last big drop, I had a third mouthful of cum to swallow. I gave the head of his cock a kiss and then sat back and looked up at him.

"That was... that was amazing..." he gasped out, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

I smiled and said, "Thanks. It was a lot of fun. And there was a lot of cum!"

He smiled and said, "Sorry about that."

"Oh, I don't mind. I kind of like the feel of cum in my mouth. And yours didn't taste bad at all."

"Looks like you got most of it... there's some on the side of your face and chin."

I reached up and felt a stringy blob, and used my finger to scoop it up and pop it into my mouth.

"I'm impressed. You know what you're doing, I can see." He looked at me a minute, and said, "Did you want to go further? I'd love to return the favor, but if you want to stop there..."

"I'd love to let you return the favor... I'm definitely ready!"

He had me sit on the couch and lean back. I stripped my shirt off and he stared at my breasts for a moment. I said, "You can touch, if you want... I wish they were bigger."

He looked in my eyes and said, "Tricia, you have perfect breasts. Honest."

I blushed and then closed my eyes as he reached out. His hands were warm on my breasts, his touch gentle as he caressed them and held them and lightly squeezed my nipples. I was already very turned on, and was surprised when I involuntarily let out a soft moan.

He got on the floor on his knees, and reached up to my hips to pull off my panties. The crotch was soaking wet and he grinned as he peeled them off of me. He asked, "Do I get to keep these?"

"Of course, if you want."

He smiled again and then moved forward, and I eagerly spread my legs wide for him and scooted to the edge of the couch. He took his time getting into position, giving my thighs soft kisses as he moved closer and closer. The anticipation was immense and so when I finally felt his tongue gently brush against my clit, I moaned loudly with pleasure.

I heard him moan and then say, "Mmmm... you are so sweet... and dripping wet..." before he leaned in again and breathed my scent in deeply, his nose buried in my bush.

I spread my legs wider for him as he began to explore me with his tongue, slowly lapping up the many drops of my thick wetness. It felt incredible, and I didn't hold back on my cries of pleasure. I opened my eyes and watched, my brain still not believing the fact that I was watching Uncle Bret eat me.

After sucking up as much of my wetness as possible, he began to rhythmically move his tongue over my clit, working me into a frenzy. Every so often he would stop and run his tongue between my lips and slide it deep into my pussy, sucking up the steady flow of my juices. Eventually I couldn't hold back and my body began to convulse as wave after wave of electric pleasure shot through me. I closed my eyes again and laid back, savoring the residual feelings coursing through my body.

Eventually I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me, his face wet with my juices. I sat up and looked down, and noticed his cock was hard again, a tiny drop of precum just beginning to peek out. I looked up and smiled at him, and he frowned, saying, "Are you sure? I don't want to go too far."

"I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me."

"Tell me again you're on the pill."

"I'm on the pill."

"I can pull out before I come, if you want..."

"No, I want you to cum inside me. It's ok, honest. It would be... really kinky for you to cum deep in me."

He laughed and said, "Yes, it definitely would... I can't believe we're doing this, Trish. Are you sure you're ok with all this?"

"Yes. Trust me. You're not the first older guy I've been with, honest."

"Really?"

"Yes."

He muttered ok and then moved up between my legs, and we both watched with eager pleasure as he guided his cock to my pussy. He took a moment to run the head of his cock between my lips, coating it in wetness, before gently pushing it into me. We both groaned several times as he slowly but surely sunk his entire length into me, inch by inch. Once in completely, he held it there for a moment, his eyes closed, savoring the moment. I looked back and forth from his face in pleasure to seeing him buried deep inside me, unsure of which was more erotic.

Putting one hand on my hip and the other on my breast, he opened his eyes and began to slowly start pumping his cock in and out of me. It was very pleasurable and we looked at each other, our eyes filled with lust. And we both watched with fascination as his rock hard cock, glistening with my wetness, repeatedly split my pussy, filling it to the brim. He muttered, "Oh, fuck..." and I knew he was about to cum. I said, "Cum deep... cum deep..." and he groaned loudly as he took my hips with both hands and thrust as deep as possible, his jets of thick cum splashing against the walls of my pussy and through my cervix, into my womb.

He held himself inside for a long time; I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of him inside me, even as I felt his cock soften and begin to slip out. He sat back, pulling his cock out, which was immediately followed by several large gobs of cum that dripped out onto the couch cushion. We made eye contact and he said, "Wow. That was..."

I smiled and said, "Yes, it was. Very hot. You felt amazing inside me."

His smile towards me was broken by the sound of his phone ringing. He reached behind him and picked it up off the coffee table, muttering, "Fuck. What now?"

He answered, and I heard the shrill voice of Aunt Kelly on the other end. She proceeded to nag him for not being home already, and he did his best to assuage her anger. It was quite comical watching him try to explain himself as his semi-hard cock oozed cum onto the carpet. I quietly started laughing at him as I reached down and touched my pussy, scooping up his cum with my fingers. He was watching me, and so I thought I'd distract him even more by licking the cum off my fingers. It worked - he stopped in mid-sentence, dumbfounded by what I had just done. He slowly regained his composure and ended the conversation with, "Yes, Dear. Yes, Dear. Yes, Dear."

After he hung up I laughed out loud, and he said, "You have no idea... you are so incredibly naughty... if only she knew..."

"But she won't, right?"

"No, of course not. She'd kill me."

I laughed again, and he continued, "So that was incredible, Trish. I'm not sure what to say."

"I thought it was pretty kinky too. I know I can't tell anyone, but it is kind of hot that I just fucked my uncle."

He laughed and blew out his breath, then looked me in the eyes and asked, "So you're really ok with... what we just did? I mean, no regrets?"

"Nope, none. We're both consenting adults. It's nobody's business who I decide to have sex with."

"I like your open mind."

"Thanks. I'd rather not be a stuffy, close-minded person like my parents. Or Aunt Kelly."

He laughed, and said, "Don't get me started on her."

He paused a moment, and then said, "So where do we go from here?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Let's just have fun whenever we get the chance, and see where it goes."

"So there might be a second time for me?"

I laughed and said, "Of course! That was a lot of fun, and it felt so good."

He smiled and said, "I'm not sure if I can wait for another opportunity like this."

"Oh, but good things come to those who wait..."

From that day on, Uncle Bret and I went at it whenever we got the chance. At first, while I was still living at home, it was a challenge. There were a half-dozen times where we had an hour or two to enjoy ourselves; but most of the time it was rushed. I made sure I wore a skirt or dress to family get-togethers, and would either wear a thong or nothing at all underneath, so that Bret had easy access to my pussy, eating and fucking me every chance he got.

Thanksgiving at our house was the most memorable; in all the commotion in getting the food prepared and the table set, we both managed to both slip away to the garage. I got on my hands and knees, the cold concrete sending a brief shiver through me, while he got behind me and pulled his cock out. He slid my thong to the side and found my dripping wet pussy waiting for his cock. He slipped in without too much trouble and then fucked me hard and fast, cumming deep inside me in less than 2 minutes.

He moved my thong back over my pussy and we split up, him coming back into the house through the garage, me taking me time coming in through the backyard sliding glass door. At that point people were sitting down and there was no chance for me to slip off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I sat through the entire Thanksgiving dinner with his huge load of cum dripping out of me and completely saturating my thong. Every now and then Bret and I would make eye contact and I knew what he was thinking. It was also very hot to see him sitting next to Aunt Kelly and thinking about how kinky it was that his cock was coated with my wetness, and that he'd literally just finished fucking his 18-yr old niece and was now sitting next to his wife and daughter. Very erotic.

After I graduated from high school it got much easier. We had many fun encounters the summer before I went to college, to include meeting up at his house and spending a couple hours in his and Aunt Kelly's bed, where we took our time leisurely fucking and staining the sheets with my wetness and his cum. He even had me wear some of her underwear and scrubs (she's a nurse) and totally got off on fucking me in them. Several times I rode him hard and slow while he talked on the phone to her, or to some of his business associates. It was very erotic and pleasurable.

I wound up going to a university 4 hours away, and so our sex adventures tapered off a little; we still found time to meet up at different locations while he was on business trips, and every time I came home from college, we met up at a hotel about a half hour from home for more sex. It was definitely erotic for both of us - the taboo nature of it, the age difference between us, and the pure pleasure of it all made it the best sex either of us had ever experienced. I also enjoyed walking back into my house, saying hello and talking with my parents (Phil and Jan), my thighs still weak from just being fucked for a couple hours by Uncle Bret, my thong soaked from his cum... not to mention the thought of him going home that night to Aunt Kelly, his cock still covered in my wetness.