Message-ID: <7348eli$9801151903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ShadowHunter" Subject: Uncle Frank 0-1/? (incest Pedo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <69lvbv$e41$1@zingo.tninet.se> Disclaimer: Don't like = Don't read. Don't like = Don't blame me. Don't like = Why have you read this far? The First Step. By: Shadowhunter Lets start from the beginning. In 1990, I won a small sum on the lottery. Well, actually it was somewhere around fifty thousand dollars. I was then 12 years old. In difference of other kids that age, I was not an immature spoiled brat. Me and my mother were pretty poor, and I had never got anything for free. Time and time again I had been forced to doing small jobs to afford things other kids took for granted, like watching a movie together on a friday evening, and so on. Of course, as kids tend to, I wasted a little cash on stupid stuff like candy, ice-cream and the odd lottery-ticket. Fortunatly for me that is. It was right before Christmas, on the 21st. Me and a pal was in town, shopping for gifts. I had just finished when I passed an old lady that sold lottery-tickets in benefit of some association of blind people. I bought one, and won. In the ten seconds it took me to figure out I had won, I made the descicion that made my life what it is. I told my friend it was nothing, sent him ahead with some excuse of going back for another present I had forgot, and then returned to the lady when he was out of sight. I donated about 2000 dollars to her and her blind friends. In return, we hushed everything down. I got a banking-person to sign a legally binding document, that shortly said he would care for my money in my name, doing nothing with them he was not directly ordered to. I made sure he couldn't scam me by one of the paragraphs. It said that he had to have my signature, witnessed by two persons chose by me on everything to be made with my cash. I chose one of my teachers and his wife. He was a man I really looked up to, and I knew I couldt trust him with anything. And besides, since he had more than enough money for himself, he wouldn't be tempted to gang up to steal from me. Everything worked perfectly. Soon my money was growning steadily, and my mother never knew a thing. Sure it was hard not to tell her when the going got rougher, and sometimes I managed to sneak her a little something. I threatened the bank to withdraw all my cash once if she didn't get a loan she was applying for. Of course she did. And I paid half the interest on the loan, making it quite affordable to us. Then death. My mothers death. On the first of June, 1995, my mother had a heart-attack and she was dead before she hit the floor. I came home from school and found her. I don't know why, but I couldn't cry. I haven't cried after that day either. I just made all the arrangements, and found out she had a heavy life-insurance. It more than doubled my money. Seventeen years old I started a new life for my self. Since I was already seventeen, and no-one else was to care for me, the court ruled my way, and I could handle my own business. I bought a house, thousands of kilometres away, and moved there. I had the house renovated, and brought not up to date, but way past this date. I planned to live there for the rest of my life, pusuing a career as a writer. The house is big. In the dozen or so rooms there is eight bedrooms, a library and a small room with six computers around the walls. There is also some living-rooms and a lot of toilets. Still a child in heart, I loved secret dungeouns and such. Threfore I let them make a closet in my bedroom on the first floor into a secret room, unlocked by a magnetic signal from one of my rings. The door is a large mirror. The secret room is filled with computer-equipment, and the chair is made to sit comfortably in for hours and hours. It is here I spend most of my time. Or was... Nowadays I have a little other hobbies to. And that brings us neatly into the reason I am writing to this newsgroup. It was Christmas. Boy do I hate Christmas. I never quite figured out why, but I do. Maybe it was because I hated to see how my mother spent her last cents on other people, even though most of it was spent on me. Even later, when I gave her some really good presents back, it made me feel guilty to accept her gifts. It is the same with all gifts now. Therefore I have tried time and time again to tell everybody I know that I don't want any presents, that I don't celebrate Christmas any more. I never did manage to convince more than a few. The ones I never could convince were my own flesh and blood. Thats right, I never said I was an only child. I had three grown-up brothers and a likewise grown-up sister. Now that I had moved within reasonable distance, they had kind of started to resume the contact. So there I was, Christmas eve 1996, and my whole family was there with me. There was Tony, my oldest brother at 34, with his wife, two daughters and a son. Then there was Peter with his daughter and Owen with his two tiny daughters. Last, But not least there was Carol with two daughters and a son. The son however was spending Christmas with his girl-friend. I don't know why, but my siblings all tended to get daughters. The time was about twelve-thrity in the night, and I had just retired to my room. As soon as the door was closed and locked behind me, I slipped out of my clothes, into a bathrobe and pressed my ring against the right side of the mirror for three seconds. A small click, and I stepped in to my quarters. I sat down in the chair, and immidately the screen blinked and flashed up a prompt. I typed in my password and windows 95 opened up. (I don't like it either, but every good program is written for it, so how could I not have it?) With the press of a button, the nine screens in front of me flickered to life with the images transponded by the hidden cameras in the different rooms of my house. I adjusted the settings so I looked at only the girls rooms. I had always know I was a pedophile, and I hoped for one of the older girls to masturbate or something. Before long, I got my wish. Tony's oldest girl, Sofia, 13 years old, tossed her covers off and started playing with her pussy. I zoomed in and got a couple of nice shots of her almost completely hairless slit as she made her fingers dance over her clit. She started moving around wilder as she sank a finger deep inside her-self, and I realized she was opening her mouth. Quickly I activated the microphones and her moans filled my completely sound-proof chamber. I froze dead in my tracks as I realized what she was moaning as he fingers drove her to a quaking orgasm. "Oh yeah, fuck me uncle Frank, fuck me. Drive your cock deep inide me. Thats it uncle, thats it..." Uncle Frank. That's me... Sofia's Surprise; Uncle Frank part II by ShadowHunter I gasped in surprise and was paralyzed for almost a minute as I saw the young girl writhing on the screen, using her fingers to satisfy her self while her silent moans revealed that I was there with her in her fantasie. As I saw her orgasm, and then cover herself again, I realized I had typed the commands that saved the automatic recording of her little 'evening exercise'. I wondered how I should use it against her. But I had to move fast. She would be leaving only two days later... That night I masturbated like I hadn't done since I was fresh into puberty. I came three times, just thinking of the possibility of fucking that gorgeous little niece of mine. I fell asleap, and even though I didn't remember them, I knew from my raging hardon that my dreams had been filled with Sofia, or should I say, she had been filled with me... I acted like nothing had happened. Or I tried, that is. It's really hard to act completely normal when you have just seen how you can fulfill one of your most secret dreams. During the day I tried to stay as long away from Sofia as possible. It shouldn't have been that hard, considering the size of my house and the yard outside where most of the kids where playing in the snow. The rest was playing in one of the larger rooms, with the toys I had generoulsy given them for christmas that same morning. However, what I had never realized before now came painfully obvious. Sofia followed me like a tail. She tried not to make it to obvius, but now that I was actually looking for her, in order to avoid her, I realized just how hard she stuck to me. Once, when me and two of my brothers, one of them her father, where sitting in a couch in front of a tv, drinking beer and watching some old movie, she brought us a new sixpack from the fridge, without anybody asking. She delayed her leaving until her father told her to go out and look after the other kids, and when she was finally gone her father looked at me. "I swear man, she has one hell of a crush on you. She bahaves just like her mother did around me when we were teens." I looked at her father with a calm ironic smile. I didn't want to blow this. A thousand jokes rushed through my brain and were disapproved. Most of them because of the age-difference between me and my brother. Finally I found one that might work. I had do distract them... "Well, in the dark ages, when you were a teen, I bet it was alright. And besides, I never touch anything old enough to talk. Not even to eat it!" The other night we had made a joke on a cheese that Tony had brought from home, one of those things that smelled like it had been dead for a decade, and tasted like it had evolved from a dumpster. We had said something about it being old enough to talk, and in a couple of months it would bite back. By using this joke, I managed to distract my other brother into laughing at the old joke. Tony however, just looked at me. He just looked... I shook it off. I guess there had been some way to handle it better, but I didn't understand why he hadn't catched my bait. Was he expecting me to express my lust for his daughter, telling him I would want to kiss her, seduce her and then push my big hard cock up her tight slit? I wouldn't think so... Later in the day I suddenly found myself alone with the lovely young lady for a couple of minutes. The rest of the family had gathered in the major TV-room to watch some cartoons that is broadcasted every christmas, but she didn't want to. I guess she was rebellious, or maybe she just figured she could stay closer to me, that was going to prepare some snacks. She offered her help, and I agreed. I shouldn't have. I guess my hormones got the better of me, and soon I was standing there behind her, holding her young hands in mine, guiding the knife in her right had through a tomato, showing her how soft she needed to cut. When I pulled away her left hand suddenly twisted and caressed my palm as I moved back. I froze. Or at least my thoughts. My hands just changed their course a little, caressing her young arms on their way up, following her lines up past her shoulders, to her neck, where they met and gave her suddenly tensed muscles a little friendly squeeze. Her breathing had almost stopped, but now it resumed, a little heavier than before. She turned around and looked me in the eyes. I could see the desire in her eyes, the wanting. And I could see the fear. As much as she wantedme, she was afraid of me. Not afraid that I might hurt her, or at least I don't think so. She was afraid that we might be discovered, afraid of the fulfillement of her fantasies. I let my left arm fall, and lifted her chin with my right hand. She closed her eyes, and I gently kissed first her left, then her right eyelid. I could see the tears forming, and as they begun their journey down, I gently kissed them away. Then I gently pressed my lips againt her lips. The reaction was like an exploding bomb. She threw herelf at me, clinging to me, pressing her tounge between my lips and almost desperatly exploring my mouth with it. I kissed her back, and our tounges wrestled. She tasted fresh, and for a second I forgot where we were and started sliding my hand up the back of her t-shirt, that I had lossened from her pants. I tickeled hger back while we were kissing, and felt her hands starting to slide up my back, inside the sweater I had gotten by her father. Soon our kisses lightened up, became short and nibbly. After a few minutes, that seemed like hours, I managed to stop our little ordeal, and return to the work. She wouldn't let me go thouygh, not until she had pressed me for a promise... As I had promised, I walked into her room after twelve that night, when all the others had gone to bed. First I used my monitors to check that the other were in their rooms. I noticed that my youngest brother was giving his girlfriend a godd, silent fuck, and started a recording of it. Then I set a recording on Sofia's room, and brought a small remote that controlled most of the secret functions in my house. Like the door-locks... I stepped in to her room and locked the door behind me with the remote. I showed her it was locked by giving it a good shake. She was laying there, looking at me, and then she flipped the cover aside, so I could see her. She was completely naked. I smiled at her and laid down in the bed, next to her, without removing my clothes, or even touching her. She looked wondering at me. "Oh don't worry, I'm going to fuck you all right. That's no problem. There's just one thing..." I looked at her and then gently reached out and let my right hand thumb gently touch one of her nipples. She tensed up and I could feel her nipple turning rock hard almost immidiatly. "What's that, uncle Frank?" I smiled and gave the nipple a hard tug that made her gasp. "How long have you been fantisizing about me?" She looked me deep in the eyes. "Since the first time I met you. Remember you called me 'Aifos', saying it was Sofia spelled backwards?" I nodded. Of course I remembered. Actually I had used that name in a... "I red that name the week after, when one of my friends showed me how to access a local pirat-bbs on my daddies computer, and I downloaded some stories..." I kissed her mouth. She didn't have to tell me any more. The name isn't something anyone figures out. Of course she had figured I had written the story. I had only uploaded it to that one place. What a freak accident that she had read it. When she snuggled up close to me and started digging through my clothes, I thought of it more as a miracle, though. I grabbed her arms and psuhed her back. She looked accusingly on me. With a smile I explained that she was not to move, she was to see but not touch. Feel but not move. I positioned her on her back, legs slightly spread, arms along her sides. Then I leaned over her and extended my tounge. Gently, gently I lowered myhead until the tip of my tounge connected with her left nipple. I flicked my tounge a coupek of times, each time making her twitch, trying hard not to push her whole breast into my mouth. I switched from breast to breast, quickly pushing her forward on her panting way towards orgasm. Then I stopped. I backed away, didn't even move her. She looked pleadingly at me, but everytime she tried to move my hands were there, correcting her position without touching her in the sensual way she needed. The expectation made her agony even worse, and I could see her licking her lips time and time again. When I want to, I can move quicker than anyone expects, and now I suddenly attacked her left breast, taking it all into my mouth, sucking and biting rather hard on the nipple. Sofia couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed my head, pushing it down while she raisedher chest to meet my hungry mouth. I switched and attacked the other brest just as agressivly, while I slowly advanced my right hand up the inside of her right thigh. I moved the hand up and down, every time one step closer, and soon she was moving her hips, trying to push herself closer to the illusive hand, so that I would touch her pussy. I had mercy on her, and squeezed her mound tightly, feeling her warm wetness against my hand. Without stopping my attack on her breast for more than a second a time while I breathed and kissed her bared throat, I plunged my right index-finger deep into her. I didn't feel any hymen, but considering what I had seen last night I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me was how tight she felt. Even though I was no virgin, I had only had sex a couple of times, with only three different women, and I had never felt anything as tight as this. I refused to accept her tightness, and pressed another finger in. When I showed a third in, and then a fourth, her grunts almost became a small scream, and I covered her lips with mine. I realized I had pushed her to hard, and pulled two of the fingers out. My hand felt like it had been caught in a vise, and it felt good pulling most of it out. Without loosing a beat in the rythm her pelvis had started to form I begun stroking her clit with my thumb while I madly fingered her. Her pussy was dripping, and a thought formed in my mind. Before she could realize what I was dojng, I had moved my head down between her legs and was covering her slit with my mouth, pressing my tounge in between her cuntlips, tasting her young juices. My sudden toungefucking pushed her over the edge, and she groaned something silent as she arched her back and spasmed through what she afterwards claimed to be her most extreme orgasm ever. I moved up next to her, holding her tight as she seemed to want me to. Dreamingly she whispered that she never wanted to go home, that she wanted to do this every night and every day for ever and ever. I understood how she felt. I had nothing against continuing this for ever. My only problem right now was my cock, that had grown painfully hard. "Sofia, there is one more thing. Would you please help me..." She realized what I ment before I had finsihed, and opened my fly. As if she had done nothing else in her life, she grabbed my cock, bent over me and swallowed it... She moved her head up and down, going deeper on every down-stroke, while her hands moved lower and lower until they were fondling my balls and I felt her throat sucking a hold of the top half of my cock. My eyes must have rolled back into my head, and I must have groaned, and before seconds, my load was shooting in her throat... When she crawled up to me I could see she hadn't liked it, but she didn't complain at all. Instead she forced a smile and said that she thought it would be even funnier to have my sperm go into her belly from the other direction. I agreed, and she hugged me tight as we slowly drifted of to sleep a couple of hours... --------------------------------- | ShadowHunter | | dark_1@deathsdoor.com | | Writer and public fool | --------------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |