Mittwoch, 28. Oktober 2015

Tall Drink of Water

Written by Mister Reason
Joyce Schultz had just graduated from high school with honors, and while her parents were very proud of her accomplishments, she were both in agreement on one thing. Joyce was not going to spend the summer in the house reading.

"You're going to get a job," her mother insisted when the subject came up. "I don't care what it is - volunteer somewhere if you want to - but you have to get out of the house and interact with people."

Joyce nodded and shrugged her slumped shoulders, like she often did when faced with a something she didn't want to deal with, but unlike the other times, her parents were not going to let her squirm out of this.

"She has to get some kind of life," Betty Schultz told her husband that night in bed.

"I guess," Jack Schultz said, and although he knew his wife was right, there was something to be said about being the parent of a girl you didn't ever have to worry about.

"Who knows, maybe she'll even meet a boy," Betty suggested.

"Or a girl," Jack added.

"She's not gay, Jack," Betty said, once again rejecting her husband's semi-serious theory for why no boys ever came calling.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Jack said. "I just want her to be happy."

"Why don't you see if Don needs help at his place?" Betty suggested, and to get his wife off of his back so he could go to sleep, he agreed.


"I don't know anything about ice cream," Joyce said to her parents the next day.

"What did I tell you?" Betty said to her husband with a grin. "I told you she would say that."

"There's nothing to know," Jack Schultz said. "You stick it in a cone, hand it to somebody and take their money. For crying out loud, you had a 99 average last year. You're telling me you can't figure it out?"

"I don't even eat ice cream," Joyce whined.

"Your Uncle Don will appreciate that," Betty said. "Not that you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds."

"And stand up straight honey," Jack said. "Please?"

"Nothing wrong with being tall," her mother added. "Slumping like that doesn't make you look any shorter."

Joyce nodded and straightened up, having fallen into that habit of stooping over once she reached 6' tall, and when she finally ran out of excuses, agreed to go with her Dad to talk to her Uncle about working there.


"Wow!" Don Schultz said when his brother brought Joyce to "The Snackatorium", his summer enterprise that kept him busy until the snow started flying and his plowing business kicked in. "Look at you, Joyce. You're a tall drink of water."

Joyce nodded and blushed as her uncle kissed her on the cheek.

"So what do you think?" Don's brother asked. "Do you think you can give Joyce a job?"

"Absolutely!" Don said as he looked over his niece, and tried to curb his habit of mentally undressing the girls who interviewed for jobs with him, at least until his brother was gone. "Especially nights and weekends. All these kids want to book early at night. You okay with that, Joyce?"

"I guess," Joyce said with a shrug, and was left to look around the storeroom as her father went to talk with her uncle.

"That will work out well," Jack said of his daughter. "She doesn't have much of a social life. Correction. No social life, so nights and weekends work out well for everybody then."

"No boyfriend huh?" Don said. "Well, the way these clowns hang around drooling over the girls that work here, that might change."

"I doubt it," Jack said. "But if you can get her out of that shell of hers, that would be great. She's an incredibly intelligent girl, but socially..."

"Leave that to me," Don said boisterously, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "By the end of the summer you won't recognize her."


"Here's your uniform," Don Schultz told her new employee as he handed Joyce a couple of t-shirts with the logo of The Snackatorium on the front. "Very few rules here. Don't chew gum while you wait on people."

"I don't chew gum."

"Good. Do you smoke? No? Great. Show up on time, do your best and you'll be fine," Don assured the nervous teen. "Be here tomorrow at 4 and I'll break you in myself. It'll be great to have somebody besides me that can reached the stuff on the top shelves. You're almost as tall as I am. What are you Joyce, 6'2"?"

"About six foot," Joyce lied, knowing that she was a bit taller than that now and her uncle's guess was probably correct.

"Well, stand up straight," Don said, patting Joyce on the back and squeezing her bony shoulder while whispering to her that he only said that because her old man told him to. "Oh, and one more thing. I ask all the girls to wear bras. Family place and all."

Don Schultz eyes went down to the lanky girl's chest, and even though she was wearing a baggy blouse he suspected that his niece didn't have much up on top. While that might turn off a lot of men, Don was certainly not one of them. Just the opposite.

"Okay," Joyce said, blushing.

"And so we'll see you tomorrow. Welcome aboard!."

Joyce awkwardly shook her uncle's hand before walking out of the store with her father.

"Congratulations!" Joyce's father said, winking at his brother. "You're now a professional."

Don laughed and watched his brother walk out of the store with his new employee, and as they turned the corner Don rearranged his pants to accommodate the erection he was sporting as a result of seeing little Joyce again.

"Little Joyce?" he said to himself. "Not so little. Behave yourself Don. That's your brother's kid."


"Here," Don said as he handed his niece her name tag, although he was sorely tempted to put it on himself. "You better do it."

Don watched Joyce awkwardly attach the tag above the tiny swell of her left breast, and as he looked over his brother's daughter he knew from the start that it was going to be a long hot summer, at least for him.

It wasn't that Joyce was a stunning beauty or anything, far from it. If you were one of those fans of classical beauty, Joyce was not going to be your cup of tea. It was as if the girl had gotten the lesser features of her parents; her father's big nose and her mother's height, but didn't get her father's outgoing personality or her mother's boobs.

Hardly any boobs at all, Don noted, and who knows how much of what was under the t-shirt and bra was flesh, Don mused. Joyce reminded Don of his first love, back 40 years ago. Gail Hopper was her name, and she was almost as androgynous as Joyce was. She was no looker either, but she had been an animal in the sack, and ever though she had been Don's first, she was still the best no matter what she looked like to others.

As Don showed Joyce around the shop, introducing her to the rest of the staff and showing her the various machines, his mind was elsewhere. Was she a virgin? It didn't seem possible that an 18 year old girl could be these days, but his brother said that she wasn't very social.

Nervous beyond belief too, Don noted, and as the day went on it was easy to see that Joyce wasn't going to excel at customer service. She panicked constantly, dropping things and getting flustered, so when it was time for her break he had Joyce join him in his little office.

"You want me to quit?" Joyce said.

"Quit?" Don said. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"I'm no good at this," Joyce said.

"Hey, nothing is easy at first," Don said, putting his hand on Joyce's pale forearm, the skinny limb so white it looked like it never saw the sun, and softly stroked the fine down that graced it. "You just need to relax."

Joyce flinched at first, but Don's hand continued to stroke her furry forearm with his beefy hand, making the down dance between his fingers, and he kept assuring her that she would be okay.

"Hey, you're way ahead of most of the girls. You can make change without the help of the register," Don chuckled. "You should see this place when the power goes out. They're hopeless without the machine telling them what to do."

Don told Joyce that she could help him work the back area, and only come out to wait on people when it got really crowded. Hearing that, it seemed like the weight of the world came off her shoulders.

"There," Don said. "That's more like the Joyce I remember. You're so much prettier when you smile."

Don chuckled as Joyce left, blushing at the compliment. He didn't think that she got told she was pretty very often, because she really wasn't, at least not in the classic sense. Her features were plain, and she did little cosmetically to improve them. Her hair was a mousy brown and was cut in a very ordinary way.

Still, Don thought, there was something about her than gave him a hard-on whenever she was near. That was going to be a challenge now, because they would be working together a lot now.


"Working late these days?" Joyce's mother asked when her daughter slipped into the kitchen just past midnight.

"Yeah. Uncle Don has me cashing out all the registers after we close," Joyce said.

"You don't seem to mind your job so much now."

"No, it's not bad," Joyce admitted. "Uncle Don is really nice."

"Meet any boys?" her mother asked.

"No," Joyce said as she headed upstairs to her room.

Locking her bedroom door, Joyce undressed and put on her nightie before going over to her desk and pulling out her diary. For some reason, Joyce had started to make entries in it once again when she started working last week.

If I had a friend - a real friend that I could talk to - I wouldn't have to write this stuff out, Joyce thought as she went to the next blank page, but writing helped.


Dear Diary,

That's a dumb thing to write every day, but I do it anyway.

It wasn't very busy tonight, so I got to help Uncle Don do inventory. He's so nice. I know it's weird, but I really wish he wasn't my uncle. He always says nice things to me.

Tonight he asked me if I ever thought about becoming a model. That was freaky on more than one level. If anybody else said that, I would have thought they were being funny, but he seemed to mean it, and said I had the body for it. If he ever saw me without my clothes he would never say that, but it made me tingle to hear it.

If he wasn't my uncle, heck, I don't care that he's more than three times my age. He's good looking. His bald head is sexy to me, and he's really strong. Also he's taller than me, which is nice.

He's a touchy guy, always touching my arms or patting my back and shoulders. It feels nice when he does that, especially when his hand rubs my forearms, even though I'm so self-conscious about the hair on them. Sometimes I think that he's looking at me, almost like he's checking me out. You know what I mean? Maybe it's my imagination. Probably is. I mean, why would a guy look at me? Goofy desperate kids my age don't even bother.

He told me about how Aunt Kay divorced him, and how lonely he was. I guess that conversation started when he asked me whether any guys have come on to me at work. As if! He told me that I should smile more, and stand up straight. Rats. I thought I was getting better at that.

When we were working in the back, stacking the boxes of ice cream cones on the shelves, I could have sworn he was looking down the sleeve of my shirt when I raised my arms. Glad I shaved my pits this morning. Must remember to do it every day, even if they don't need it.

Boy, if Uncle Don ever saw this stuff I'm writing, he would think I was crazy. This stuff is probably all in my head. Still, it's nice to think about. Maybe older guys like the way I look. I do better with them, or so it seems. Guys my age sure aren't interested.

Oh well. I'm tired. Time to go to bed. Maybe I'll go right to sleep, but probably not. I'll probably do what I've been doing the last couple of nights. Think about Uncle Don, and dreaming about those big strong hairy arms of his wrapped around me.


"I don't know what I'd do without you," Don Schultz said as she stood behind his niece and looked over her shoulder while she finished counting the cash drawer and wrote the totals down in the ledger. "I used to be here for hours doing that."

Joyce shivered when she felt Uncle Don's hand on her shoulder, and when she felt his minty breath on her neck her body trembled.

"Cold?" Uncle Don asked when he noticed her goose bumps on Joyce's bare arms, and after he ran his hands up and down and got the fine hairs standing up straight on her pebbled skin, he announced that he had a idea to warm her up.

"I've had this bottle around for a while," Don explained when he came back with a bottle of Sambuca. "I used to splash a little on ice cream every once in a while. I know it's cool back here so this will warm you up.

"Don't tell your folks I gave you this," Uncle Don said, and after Joyce nodded she took a swallow out of the little paper cup.

"Ooh!" Joyce giggled as the licorice tasting liquid burned her throat.

"Like that?" Don said, smiling as she reacted to what might have been her first taste of alcohol, and when she didn't stop him he poured some more in the cup.

"Since you're done counting the cash you can have another drink," Uncle Don said as he looked at his niece's long skinny fingers trembling as she held the cup. "Oh. That boy you were talking to near closing time? The one with the earring? He seemed interested in you."

"Todd? He's in the Honor Society with me."

"He was looking at you as if he thought...

"He's gay," Joyce said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh. Sorry," Don said. "Serves me right for being nosy."

"It's okay," Joyce said.

"Guess I was just getting jealous about somebody making a move on my girl," Don said, squeezing Joyce's shoulders through the t-shirt and feeling her bra straps beneath it. "You are my girl, you know. You're my best employee. You're sort of the assistant manager these days."

"The other girls don't like me," Joyce said as she sipped the drink again. "I think it's because you treat me like I'm your favorite."

"They're jealous. Too bad. You are my favorite, even if we weren't related."

"Not used to that - me making other people jealous."

Don, still standing behind his niece, found himself leaning against her and brushing his lips on the bare skin of her neck above the collar of her t-shirt, and as he did his hands went onto Joyce's hips.

"I shouldn't have done that," Don said. "But I've wanted to since you started working here. You're so cute."

Don stared at the back of Joyce's head, which had straightened up when he kissed her, and now she stood at the counter staring straight ahead with her hands on the surface as he leaned gently against her.

"Silly old man," Don said while waiting for his niece to run. "Feeling jealous when he sees boys checking you out."

His cock was hard, and he knew that Joyce could feel it as he leaned against her, all the time thinking that this could stop right now, with no harm done. The problem was that he couldn't stop. It was as if he had no control over what his hands were doing as they left Joyce's bony hips and started sliding upward along the front of her shirt.

"Please don't," he heard Joyce say in a voice hardly audible, and as his hands came up to the logo of The Snackatorium Joyce took her hands of the counter and brought them up to stop him.

"It's okay... okay honey," Don was whispering into his niece's ear. "Please let me."

Don could have overpowered his skinny niece's efforts to stop his hands from going up to her breasts, but he didn't, and as Joyce brought his hands down he suddenly realized that she was pushing them down to her crotch.

"Oh!" Joyce whimpered as she pushed her uncle's hands down to her delta and leaned into the counter, clamping her hand down there as she leaned forward.

"Joyce honey..." Don moaned. "You don't know how bad I want you."

In front of him, Joyce was writhing around, her head rolling back backwards as his hand massaged her pussy through the slacks and panties, but Don wanted to explore elsewhere so he slid his hands up quickly when Joyce released her grip on his wrists briefly.

Don knew what his hands were going to find once they reached the modest swells of Joyce's chest. Over the last week he had "accidentally" bumped up against Joyce in every way he could think of, so when his hands came up to Joyce's breasts he was not surprised at what he found.

"It's okay," Don kept whispering, reassuring his niece that he was not disappointed when what barely filled his hands was mostly the padded quilt-like cups of her brassiere, but although he was a bit surprised at how little was actually hidden underneath the wrapper, that only served to inflame his desires.

Joyce was now leaning back against her uncle, her hands now raised but frozen as if she was conducting an orchestra, and she did not stop her uncle when his hands dipped down to move up under her t-shirt.

Don could count Joyce's ribs as his hands slid up Joyce's smooth skin, and went they reached the bottom of her bra his fingers inched the harness upward easily, baring Joyce's breasts for his over-sized hands to caress.

"Omigod honey," Don muttered as he kneaded the little buds, which felt like only small swells on her chest, and Joyce was practically swooning as she stood between her uncle and the counter while Don caressed her breasts. "So sweet. I want to see you."

As Don massaged Joyce's undeveloped bosom, he felt her nipples start to blossom, and as they inflated they grew to the size of small bullets, long and thick pegs that seemed to throb as his fingers stroked them.

"They're sensitive, aren't they honey?" Don was whispering while nuzzling into Joyce's neck and plucking at her amazing nipples, and Joyce mumbled something in return.

Don was just about to pull Joyce's shirt up over her head when a loud thud came from out in the front of the building.

"Damn!" Don said as he yanked his hands out from underneath his niece's blouse and hustled out the door the the front area of the snack bar, leaving a disheveled Joyce Schultz struggling to catch her breath.

Don got out front just in time to see the taillights of a van leave the parking lot, and when he saw what caused the noise was not an attempted burglary but only the bundle of the free local entertainment guide that they gave away to customers, he cursed again.

"Metroland," he mumbled when he rejoined his niece in the back room, holding the bundle of the free newspapers in his hand while looking at the barely recognizable sight of his niece leaning against the counter with her raised bra making the front of her shirt a lumpy mess.

Joyce's eyes weren't on the papers but on the bulge in her uncle's pants which was only now beginning to shrink, and when it was clear that the mood was broken beyond repair, Joyce turned around and reached under her blouse to re-position her bra.

"Better get you home," Don mumbled, and Joyce nodded.

They secured the shop and got in Don's van for the short ride home. Don kept looking over at his niece, who kept staring straight ahead. He was hoping she would say something, but when she didn't, Don pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the quiet road.

"Joyce honey," Don said softly, searching for words. "I can't really explain it... what happened back at the shop..."

"Please don't," Joyce said in a pleading whisper. "Please don't tell me you're sorry."

"I won't," Don said, and she was right because he really wasn't, and the only thing he was really sorry about was the noise that had broken the spell. "I'm not. I know it was as wrong as wrong can be, but I'm only sorry that it stopped."

"Me too." Joyce mumbled.

"I want to kiss you," her Uncle Don was saying, and seconds after their lips met they were clawing at each other, their tall bodies twisting and contorting as their tongues dueled, and as Don grabbed Joyce's breasts again he felt her hands at his crotch.

And he was letting her. Her nervous fingers were clawing around, trying to undo his belt and open up his pants, and he was powerless to stop. He felt the cool air on his private parts when Joyce managed to yank the slacks down to his thighs.

He heard his niece mutter something a second before the head of his cock became very wet and warm.

It was a sight that Don, even in his wildest fantasies, had not envisioned. His niece - his brother's only daughter - was contorting herself in the cramped passenger side of the van, while her head bobbed up and down under the gentle illumination of the dashboard lights.

Up and down his niece's mouth went and while she might not have been a Linda Lovelace, having scraped his cock with her teeth at first, it was obvious that the girl whose father thought she was a wallflower had done this before, and Joyce was doing it well enough that after a couple of incredible moments Don couldn't hold back.

"Honey - can't - gonna cum!" Don cried out as he squirmed around and tried to pull Joyce's head off of his cock before it erupted, but that only made her go down on him harder and faster.

Joyce only made the slightest choking sounds as Don came, and it was as if he had been saving it up since his divorce, because he kept cumming and cumming. Joyce, for her part, kept swallowing and swallowing until her uncle had no more to give.

Joyce persisted though, and even after his cock had stopped twitching and had begun to deflate she kept lavishing the love on it until he gently raised her head up from his lap.

"Was that good?" she asked timidly with her glasses hanging crookedly on her nose, her demeanor more like the shy teen she had been earlier than the crazed cocksucker she had somehow evolved into moments earlier.

"Are you kidding?" Don said as he helped Joyce return to a sitting position. "That was amazing. I want to do things to you too."

"I have to go home," Joyce said with more than a little sadness after looking at the digital clock on the dash that proclaimed it was 1:17.

"Damn!" Don said, and after getting his pants back up drove his niece the rest of the way home.

"See you tomorrow?" Don asked, and after Joyce nodded he added, "I can't wait."

"I love you Uncle Don," Joyce said, giving him a kiss before hopping out of the van and skipping up the walk to the darkened house.

"Love you too honey," Don whispered at the back of his niece, and after she was safely inside he drove home while his mind raced.


Joyce Schultz tiptoed down the hall and made it to her bedroom without being caught, and after she closed the door behind herself Joyce leaned back against the door and took a deep breath.

The t-shirt was damp with perspiration, and after she shed the uniform top she pulled her jeans off and peeled down her panties, which were dripping wet. Looking up, she saw her reflection in her make-up mirror and paused on her way to her diary.

Her hand went to the wide triangle of brown hair between her legs. It had grown back in so fast, and she thought maybe that old wives' tale about shaving making the hair grow back even more was right, because she sure felt more hairy than before.

Does Uncle Don like girls with pubic hair? He seems to like the hair on my arms, and I love the way it feels when he runs his hands over them, she mused while going to her desk. Joyce pondered that as she sat down and unlocked her journal to began writing.


Dear Diary,

OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!! It almost happened. It WOULD have happened if it wasn't for that stupid noise of the papers hitting the outside wall. That screwed everything up, and we were so close.

I couldn't have scripted it better. Uncle Don had been even more touchy-feeley than usual after we closed the store, and then he came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. This time he didn't stop, and then he kissed my neck.

I almost fainted. My whole body started shivering, and then he put his hands on my hips and told me I was cute. ME! Cute? OMIGOD! And then his hands came up the front of my shirt, headed straight for you-know-where.

What did I do? I stopped him. What a fool! I was begging him to do it and then I panicked. I pushed his hand down between my legs and then I was practically humping his hand, but then all of a sudden his hands came up from down there and went up top.

For a minute I thought he might laugh like Billy Furlong did, that asshole, but Uncle Don didn't. He brushed my hands away and started feeling me up. It was almost as if he liked me being so flat!

If he cared that he was only grabbing cotton he didn't show it. He kept feeling and I could feel his dick against my butt, and then he put his hands under my blouse. The next thing I knew my bra is up around my neck and he's going crazy, telling me he wants to see me while he's pulling on my nipples.

Not only didn't Uncle Don care that I'm flat chested, he seemed to enjoy it. I almost came. I might have, because between his hands and the way I was grinding my crotch into the edge of the counter while he ground into me, I was ready to explode.

Then the freaking noise ruined everything. When he came back, the bulge was still there in his pants, and he had a wet spot there just like Mr. Arthur used to have. Me. Joyce Marie Schultz, making guys drool? And not just a guy, but a man. A grown man who is experienced and could do way better than me.

So he's acting all embarrassed and tells me he better take me home. I'm ready to run up to him and jump onto his lap while he's standing, but I say okay. In the van, I'm going nuts. I might have told him to drive past the house if he got that far, but luckily he pulled over to the side of the road.

He started talking, and I'm like, please don't talk. Then he says he wants to kiss me. So sweet, but once his lips touched mine I went crazy. It was probably funny to look at but I didn't care. I'm grabbing his stuff and trying to get his pants down, and when I did, OMIGOD!

Uncle Don's dick is huge! Not porn star freaky huge but big. Way bigger than Mr. Arthur's was, and I thought THAT was big! Uncle Don is circumcised, and I like that better than the other way. I dove down and and started sucking on it. Took me a while to get used to how big his is, especially the thickness, and I was bad at the start but got better as I went along.

Could only get my mouth about half-way down before I would start gagging, but I guess he didn't mind because he starts telling me he's going to cum, and then tried to pull me off.

NO!! I want to scream, but instead I kept sucking and then he's spurting down my throat. A lot! I ask him if it was okay and I guess it was. He tells me he wants to do stuff to me but it's past 1 and we're parked on the side of the road.

He asks me if he'll see me tomorrow. Are you kidding? I told him I loved him and that was it. I think that was okay. Uncles and nieces are supposed to love one another, right? Maybe not like this.

Oh well. Time for bed.

Joyce looked at what she had read, and then after reading it a second time, pulled the papers out of the book and ripped them in progressively smaller pieces until they looked like confetti.

Mom and Dad had never snooped around her room that she knew of, but this was different. Just trying to imagine what would happened if Mom or Dad ever got the urge to read her diary was terrifying.

In bed, Joyce's hand went where she knew they would go, and while her own fingers plucking at her nipples didn't feel anything like her uncle's had, it would have to do.


The next day at The Snackatorium, the tension between uncle and niece was so charged with energy that to Don, it seemed to the two like everybody else working there had to sense it but they were oblivious.

Luckily, the shake machine blew up which kept him out in front and away from his niece, but Don was able to fix it without losing too much business. When he went back to the bathroom in the rear of the store to clean up, he got a chance to see Joyce from behind, and while that wasn't out of the ordinary, she was wearing shorts for the first time at work.

Her pale legs looked even longer bare, and while they weren't overly shapely, the sight of that much of Joyce's bare skin was enough to get Don's juices flowing.

"Nice legs," Don commented on the way past, and Joyce giggled in response while watching her uncle disappear into the bathroom.

Joyce was tempted to go see if Uncle Don needed help washing up, but instead she concentrated on cutting up the fruit while hoping the clock would move faster.

When closing time finally came, Joyce hurriedly counted the cash drawers while Uncle Don seemed to be moving as fast as he could to finish cleaning. It was 10:30 when Joyce put the cash in the safe, all the time looking around, wondering if they were going to do it back here.

Don was putting away the mop and bucket when he saw Joyce watching him, and when his eyes went downward he did a double take. Joyce was biting her lower lip and looking embarrassed when she saw that she got his attention.

"It's after closing time," Joyce said as Uncle Don came closer to her.

"I wasn't complaining," Don said, his eyes fixed Joyce's nipples, which seemed to be trying to burst through the thin cotton shirt.

Joyce's bra had been stuffed into her pocketbook

after she took it off when all the other staff had gone home, and after the sensitive nipples had been rubbing against the shirt all that time they were swollen and throbbing.

"Not nice to tease," Don said as his hands came up to the points, and when the tips of his fingers touched them Joyce moaned and her entire body shuddered.

"Don't move," Don said. "I like to tease too."

Don used his palms, making circular motions as he ever so lightly made contact, and Joyce seemed to be in a trance as her head rolled back on her shoulders.

"I love your titties, you know that?" Don asked, and his niece nodded.

For someone with a preference, some might say a fetish, for small breasted women, Joyce was a dream come true, and as he rolled the pegs between his fingers through the cloth, he knew that Joyce was his for the taking.

"I want you," Don said. "Not here though. Will you come home with me?" he asked, and Joyce nodded.

They practically ran out the door and into Don's van, and Joyce's uncle made it to his apartment complex in record time, helped along by Joyce's hand rubbing his crotch.

Don had spent this morning tidying up the place, hoping he was doing it for a reason, but Joyce was not interested in his housekeeping. After he closed and locked the front door his niece was all over him like a preying mantis.

"Bedroom," Don gasped after their mouths separated, and after they got there Don said, "Let me see you. I want to see all of you."

Joyce seemed startled by her uncle's request, but she undid her shorts and slid them down her long, slender legs and then peeled down her panties, exposing the thick triangle of rich brown hair Don was expecting and hoping for.

"Saving the best for last?" Don said as he looked at Joyce, who seemed to have lost all of her nerve all of a sudden as she stood wide-eyed clad only in her t-shirt.

"The light - can you turn it off?"

"Couldn't see you that way," Don said with a smile, but he did turn the knob to dim the light a bit.

When Don turned back around Joyce had already pulled her shirt off, and Don was a little disappointed to have missed the unveiling, but not really since Joyce had her hands across her chest hiding her breasts.

"You're so cute," Don said, peeling off her own shirt and undoing his belt. "Maybe if I get undressed you'll feel more comfortable."

Don stepped out of his pants, kicked off his socks and then dropped his boxer shorts.

"Not nearly as easy on the eyes as you are, I'm afraid," Don said, shrugging his shoulders while his erect cock sprang around in front of him, but while Joyce's wide open eyes followed his bobbing cock her hands still guarded her breasts. "Let me see how beautiful you are, honey. Show me."

With a slowness that was almost painful, Joyce lowered her hands, and the raspy intake of air from Don was the only sound in the room.

He had felt her tiny breast buds before, but seeing them was something else all together. Joyce's nipples would have looked huge even on a busty girl, but on breasts that were barely perceptible swells on her chest, they looked surreal, and the puffy aureolas they were centered on only added to the visual impact.

"Come to me baby," Don said. "You're so beautiful."

They both took two steps forward and then they embraced while Don's cock was crushed between them, curled up to his stomach. Joyce's nipples poked her uncle, the long pegs as hard as diamonds as they pierced the mat of salt and pepper hair that covered Don's chest.

"Are you a virgin, honey?" Don whispered in his niece's ear.

"No," Joyce answered. "Why?"

"It's just that I think your first should be with someone special," Don said as he eased Joyce down to the bed.

"You are special," Joyce said and she went down on her back, pulling her uncle up when she started to go down on her. "Now - please."

Don's hand felt the thick bush, and when he felt how wet she was he moved up between Joyce's rail-thin thighs and brought the head of his cock to her opening, forcing the knob into the very tight orifice.

Joyce cried out, causing her uncle to stop after the ridge of his plump glans penetrated his niece, but her hands were on his backside, pulling him closer and deeper inside of her sex. It hurt, but Joyce wanted it so badly that she stifled her scream, even though it meant biting into her Uncle Don's collarbone to do it.

Don Schultz, while aware of Joyce's teeth digging into him, was oblivious to the pain and instead concentrated all of his efforts on trying not to cum as Joyce's pussy squeezed his cock like a vice. If she had told him that she was a virgin, he would have had no problem believing her.

Don pulled back out after getting half of his manhood into Joyce, and when he slid back in he probed a little deeper. Joyce was now clawing at his biceps, her pussy very gradually getting used to the size of the cock that was impaling her, and while there were tears trickling down the sides of her face and her eyes were bugging out wide, she looked ecstatic.

"Omigod omigod omigod!" Joyce was yelling, making Don glad that the neighbors on the bedroom side of his apartment had moved out.

The sight of his niece wild-eyed and thrashing underneath him, along with the way her pussy was so gloriously tight around his manhood, made it obvious to Don that he would not last very long, so he went into another gear.

The bed was banging into the wall behind the headboard, and he was now impaling Joyce with the entire length of his member, the sweat from his head and chest raining down on his niece like a monsoon as he neared orgasm.

Just when he was about to erupt inside of Joyce she arched her upper torso off of the bed as only the whites of her eyes were visible, and then she started bucking wildly on the mattress. Don grabbed Joyce's wrists and slammed them down on the bedding to hold her down, as it seemed like his skinny niece was on the verge of throwing them both off the mattress.

Don came just as Joyce's pussy practically pushed his cock out of her, and as he leaned into his niece to keep him inside, he was treated to a series of contractions that served to milk his cock dry as they both rode their orgasms nuzzled in each other's necks.

Above the bedroom, they heard the sound of the upstairs neighbor stomping on the floor, and that got them both giggling as Don explained that it was the same way the old lady sounded when she was walking around up there anyway.

"That was so amazing," Joyce said as she looked up at Don, who lifted himself off of his niece while trying to catch his breath. "I think I made a mess."

Don was aware of the wetness but thought it was the result of them sweating up a storm, because while it hadn't lasted as long as Don had wanted, the fact was that he wasn't used to such exercise.

"I think we both did," Don said as he felt his deflating cock begin to squirm out of his niece, and when it finally slithered out she winced a little, prompting him to ask if Joyce was okay.

"Never better," Joyce replied with a grin. "I want him back inside me though. That was so good."

"Beyond good," Don said as he rolled off to the side and looked at his disheveled niece as she sighed and put her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling.

So lithe and lovely, Don noted as he looked at the androgynous creature beside him, and while he realized that many if not most guys would say that she needed implants and a few extra pounds, to him Joyce was beautiful.

The way that her hip bones and ribs showed was mostly due to the fact that she was on her back, and her position made the tiny swells of her breast buds completely disappear, but there was no way she could be mistaken for a boy or a little girl.

The thick triangle of hair that surrounded her sex was proof of her womanhood, as were the long and plump nipples that were still pointing upward from their position on the crimson auroelas and also looked over-sized on their tiny platforms.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Don said as he rolled onto his hip and let his meaty paw slide up and down Joyce's moist skin.

"If anybody ever heard you say that they would either lock you up or take away your driver's license until you got glasses," Joyce said with a giggle.

"I mean it," Don said.

"I know you do," Joyce said, not giggling anymore, and the way her uncle was looking at her convinced her of that.

Maybe I'm not built like other girls, Joyce mused as she enjoyed her uncle's touch, and when he leaned over and kissed her nipple she sighed. Some guys like me though, Joyce thought. Liked me just the way I am. Mr. Arthur did, even though that ended up weird, and now Uncle Don really likes me like this too.

"Uncle Don!" Joyce giggled as her daydream was interrupted by her uncle, who had nibbled up from her nipples and had kissed his way into the deep recess of her underarm.

"Ticklish?" Don asked playfully before going back into the incredibly deep pocket of his niece's underarm, where the dense coating of 5 o'clock shadow filled the cavern.

"A little. I did shave this morning, believe it or not. I swear. My armpit hair grows so fast I feel like a werewolf," Joyce explained.

"Doesn't matter a bit to me, and if you are a werewolf I want to make sure you bite me first," Don said. "You sure would be a furry one if you didn't though."

"I know."

"I'm really glad that you don't shave down there," Don said as he nodded down toward Joyce's furry delta.

"I did once."

"You did?"

"Yeah. The man I was seeing had me do it," Joyce explained. "It itched so bad when it grew back in after I stopped shaving it and I swore I wouldn't do it again."

"Well, count my vote for you just the way you are," Don said. "I can't imagine what you would look like without it."

"Oh, it was something," Joyce said. "Maybe someday I'll show you pictures."

"You have pictures of yourself naked?" Don said.

"Not exactly," Joyce said, and then to change the subject reached over and lifted her uncle's cock off of the bedding and began stretching the limp hose out. "Wonder if I can get this big boy pointing at me again?"

"Dunno. Remember, I'm an old man," Don explained, but as Joyce rolled him onto his back and crawled down to his hip, he added, "But, this might change things."


"I didn't want to do this," Joyce explained before she hit the prompt that would open up her past for her Uncle Don. "Having said that I admit that there were times when posing for him made me feel - I dunno - special.

"You don't have to," Don said but Joyce disagreed.

"The last few days have been so special for me," Joyce explained. "I'm so in love with you - and I know that nothing will ever come of it because of the obvious - but I need to show this to somebody and believe me that I never told a soul about it. Stupid me. I was so naive and so happy that somebody thought I was sexy, especially somebody older and well-respected."

"Ready when you are," Don said, and his eyes were on Joyce's long shaking finger as it moved.

"Snappy title huh?" Joyce said as the screen lit up with the bubble gum colored script trumpeting 'Welcome to Luscious Lolitas' to the people visiting, and an innocent looking girl licking a gigantic lollipop beckoning people to tour and hopefully join for $9.99 a month.

"Do they mean that?" Don asked when he saw the blurb proclaiming that not only did you have to be 18 to tour or join, but all models were 18 with the caveat "believe it or not" added to the disclaimer.

"They have my drivers license on file - a picture of it. Mr. Arthur snapped it the day after I turned 18," Joyce said. "That along with what he called my portfolio. All the pictures he took of me."

"And no - I don't pay $10 a month to belong to this," Joyce interjected. "When you're a featured model you get free access for however long you want."

"Omigod look!" Don said when he recognized someone very special on one of the entry pages.

"Funny thing is that I do that sometimes," Joyce explained regarding the shot of her biting her thumb, and even though her hair was in pigtails her uncle had recognized her right away because the picture was less that a year old. "Bad habit."

"I'm ashamed to admit this but you look beautiful there," Don admitted, and then laughed when she saw what her name was under the picture. "Muffin?"

"Wasn't my idea but looking back at it, it's a lot better than seeing Joyce Marie Schultz and my address," Joyce opined.

"Agreed. You're the star on this website though."

"Not really," Joyce corrected, and then brought the screen up that showed the faces of all the Luscious Lolitas - some 60 or so young looking ladies that members could access. "I just didn't want you to see the competition."

"No such woman exists," Don assured his niece.

"Now this is going to get a little - no, it's going to get a lot more graphic once we enter "Muffin's Playhouse," Joyce explained. "Last exit before the freeway. Still time to bail out..."

Joyce didn't give Don a chance to answer before clicking to enter "Muffin's Playhouse" which proudly offered 60 photos and a MPEG.

"What's a MPEG?" Don asked.

"A movie," Joyce said. "Sixty seconds that feels like a hour to me when I look at it. Here's the pictures."

The pictures started out very innocently, with a fully clothed Joyce sitting in a room that looked like a schoolgirl's might.

"Mr. Arthur's daughter's room," Joyce explained.

"Good grief."

"She doesn't live there - just visits every other week or so. He got divorced," Joyce told her uncle.

"Are those her clothes you're wearing?"

"No, they were all new things that he bought special for this," Joyce said of the teenybopper clothes she would be seen taking off through the series of photos.

"How does he make you look so - young? I mean, the pigtails I understand, but the way these photos were taken you look..."

"I don't look like I'm 6' tall?" Joyce said in finishing the sentence. "The guy could photograph like a professional, I have to admit. Notice I'm not near anything that will give you perspective that I'm really as tall as Big Bird."

"Ooh! Did you really say that?" Don said as a picture of Joyce biting her lips and looking down at her breasts, with her hands under the little swells, had a caption along with it.

"My titties are getting big?" Joyce said with a laugh. "No Uncle Don, I don't think I ever did or ever will say that. Mr. Arthur kept telling me to stop my nipples from swelling up so they didn't look like they get when they pop out all the way."

"See how pink my armpits are there?" Joyce said when a picture with her arms over her head came up. "Mr. Arthur had me keep running the razor under my arms even after I had shaved. They do look smooth though. Now things get a little more..."


"Warned you," Joyce said as the pictures of her totally naked started coming up, except for the brightly striped socks.

"I have to admit something," Don confessed. "Up until now I had a raging hard-on. Even though that's you there, I don't - I mean it does nothing for me. You look beautiful except it's just not for me."

"And the next month or so was hell," Joyce confessed as she looked at herself with her pussy completely shaved, with nothing around her glistening labia except smooth skin. "I was scratching like a hound, and no I didn't say I was 'waiting for hair to grow down there like my big sister' like it says. I might have a long time ago though."

"Who writes these comments?" Don asked. "And who prints childish letters like this?"

"Probably a computer program," Joyce shrugged. "Uh - you ready to meet Mr. Arthur?"

"He's on here with you?"

"Just a few pictures," Joyce explained as she brought the mouse over to a prompt that would bring you to the 'Muffin's naughty secrets - don't tell on me!' section.

"That's Mr. Arthur?" Don said of the picture of a man from the waist down, his erection waving in front of him while Joyce knelt there and recoiling as if in horror from the sight of it.

"Yeah, not his face though you notice," Joyce explained. "Only one face in Muffin's naughty secrets. Mine."

"Your acting - you look like a silent films actress there with the shocked face."

"Back then this cock did look big to me," Joyce said. "Since I had seen very few before he came into my life I had nothing to compare it with. Not proud of the rest here but you need to see them."

Don recoiled himself when the last few pictures came up, the sight of Joyce looking bug-eyed as the picture taken from the teacher's angle showed his erection inches from her mouth making him cringe, and then he looked away when he saw the one with his niece's lips halfway down the shaft.

The last one, of Joyce's face in a close up with semen coming out of the corners of her mouth, disappeared from the screen quickly but not quick enough for Don.

"Hate me?"

"Of course not. After what we've been doing together I have no right to judge, but these moments were private things - or should have been private things," Don said. "You did them of your own choice though?"

"Afraid so. I was in love, or thought I was. He made me feel sexy, and although he used me, I allowed it."

"Chalk it up to experience," Don said. "If there were cameras and websites like this when I was young? Well, let's just say I'm glad there weren't."

"One more thing you have to see," Joyce said. "There is absolutely positively nothing else like this with me in it anywhere in the world. I swear."

This little snippet of a movie, taken with a stationary camera, was a couple of very short segments. The first showed Joyce on her knees giving the headless teacher oral sex while he said largely inaudible things.

The second segment showed Joyce - almost unrecognizable - as she straddled her teacher's erection while facing the camera. Joyce lowered herself down on the teacher's cock, and after going up and down a few times she lifted herself up and grabbed the guy's cock as it started to erupt all over the place, and after she jerked him off for a few seconds it was over.

"There's a reason I showed you all this," Joyce said as she brought the screen back to the entry page.

"Other than wanting to make me cry?" Don said only half-kidding, because his eyes had watered up.

"Yeah. The first thing was so you know that while Mom and Dad think I'm the queen of the nerds, I've had my moments," Joyce explained. "So when you get those feelings like you sometimes do - and don't deny it either - that you're taking advantage of me or anything when we make love? You aren't, so get over it."


"The second thing was that I don't want you to be blindsided in case any of this ever comes up. If somebody comes up to you and says that you have a slut from a porn site working for you - or is related to you - you'll have an idea where it's coming from."

"I doubt very much that many people have ever seen this site. There's a million of them out there and the chances that anybody in our sleepy little puritan community will see this are pretty slim, don't you think babe?"

"The first week I started behind the counter I was waiting on this guy and he kept looking at my chest," Joyce recounted. "I don't get much of that but then I saw that he was looking at my name tag. I gave him his milkshake and after he got his change he was looking at me weird. I asked if there was anything else and he goes, 'Muffin?'"


"I managed to stay calm - not like my acting in the picture - and played dumb. I said something like we don't have muffins or any food except hot dogs, and he walked away but that freaked me out so I hide in the back a whole lot since then. Haven't seen him since but if that's any indication it won't be the last time because once it's on the Internet it's out there forever. Now you know."

"Don't worry about me. It's you I'm worried about," Don said. "I think you played it right. Play ignorant and deny everything. Pretend you're a politician."

"That's my plan. Seen enough? Oh wait. One more section. You have to read my fan mail - it's called Muffin's Mailbox where guys - and even a couple of supposed women - can write to tell me what they think of me. Some of the notes are cute and some is scary and some is just nasty."

"Herb in Hoboken says he wants to fuck everyone of my holes," Joyce cackled as she read. "And Scorpio3000 says he loves me so much and prays my titties will never grow. Guess praying works sometimes, at least for Scorpio."

"Good grief," Don said. "Some of these are..."

"Freaky?" Joyce asked. "I know. A lot of guys showing me their dick telling me to dump that guy I'm in the movie with, and some of them complaining that I'm a big nosed geek. Here - this guy says that I'm so ugly he wouldn't fuck me with somebody else's dick."

"She ain't gots no tits?" Don read and roared at the illiterate who then signed his name 'Kieth'.

"Kept me from getting a big head," Joyce admitted, and before she left Muffin's Mailbox she found her favorite and read it aloud.

"My husband wants me to give you a massage. Get you all nice and oily and rub my jugs over your precious little breasts, and then have you sit on my face so I can lick your tiny pink asshole while my husband puts his very thick 7" into your sweet honeypot. Then after he comes I'll suck his seed out of your pussy. If I miss some and you get pregnant we'll have you move into our house and we'll all raise our baby."

"Astrid even left her email address for you," Don observed.

"Pass, but at least their defiling of me was nicely written," Joyce commented.

"is there a pubic hair anywhere on this site?" Don asked as they skimmed some other sections before they logged out.

"I don't think so."

"Not for me," Don said as he wrapped his arms around his niece and hugged her tight. "I confess to having a fetish for small breasted women..."

"Flat chested ones too," Joyce interjected as her uncle's hands reached around and massaged the swells.

"That too, but I also like a nice bush down below."

"That I have, in spades," Joyce noted.

"Before we put this to rest forever," Don asked. "Whatever happened to the teacher? Did you dump him?"

"Yeah. The next time I saw him after those pictures showed up on the website and he showed them to me, when I got to his place there were a couple of other people there. A frizzy haired redhead about my age with gigantic tits and this big black guy who looked like King Kong. Mr. Arthur tells me that he was so happy with the way things turned out with the other pictures that he wants to take some more with his friends," Joyce explained. "I flew out the door so fast you wouldn't believe it. Lucky for me my report card was already out. Haven't seen him since and he finally stopped calling me"

"And that perv's loss is my gain," Don said. "As for the website, Muffin's Playhouse gets an A+ for me up until the camera goes below the waist."

"And a razor will never go down there again, I guarantee you," Joyce said as she was brought away from the computer and deposited on the bed.

"Thank you," Don said as he climbed up over his niece, pinned her arms down over her head and smothered her breasts with affection before sucking on the swollen nipples and nibbling over to Joyce's cavernous armpits. "And if you don't ever shave these that's fine with me too."

"Ooh!" Joyce cooed as her Uncle Don kissed his way through the valley of seedlings. "Sometimes in winter I let them go for a while, but you won't believe how hairy they get. What do you say to that?"

"I say that I know what I want for Christmas, Don said as he brought his manhood into the lush forest and slipped the head between the moist labia. "I want you."

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