Her Fucking Uncle 2: The Plot Dickens

Her Fucking Uncle 2: The Plot Dickens
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Cindy hadn’t been able to sleep right for the past two days. A couple of nights ago her uncle Jeremy had barged into her room and threatened her with making a move on her sister Rebecka. Cindy had agreed to “take care” of him instead and… well, she’d ended up sucking his dick and getting the most earth-shaking orgasms of her life from his tongue. She was repulsed by her uncle, of course. He was a meager, scrawny man, with no class or style. He was overall creepy, and he had ogled her and her sister for as long as she could remember. But now she had sucked his cock, drunk his nauseating semen, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Now it was fifteen minutes past two in the morning, and she had been masturbating ferociously for hours. Whatever she did, no matter how many times she brought herself to finish, it just did not compare to the intense pleasure her disgusting uncle had given her the other day. She couldn’t get the musty smell of his jizz out of her head, or the sight of his gigantic cock. She’d only seen one other penis in real life before. Her ex boyfriend Brad had been half her uncle’s size, and they’d never gone the whole way, not for lack of trying on Brad’s part. No Cindy couldn’t help wanting more. She was disappointing in herself, disgusted even, but she told herself that if she didn’t sacrifice herself uncle Jeremy might put his hands on Beckie. She couldn’t have that. She wanted him for herself.

No! She just wanted to protect her older sister. Even though Beckie was a year older, she was a shy and gentle girl. She had darker hair than Cindy, a light shade of brown, a petite body and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Uncle could make her do all kinds of things. Perverted things. And if Uncle started doing those things with Beckie, he might never do it again with Cindy.

She fingered herself like crazy, and came again. Her panties were soaked and her heart beating like her whole body was on fire. But it just could not compare to what her uncle had done to her. She felt her pride being torn apart, but she realized that she wanted her uncle to take advantage of her again. Whether she knew it or not, the sinful pleasure mixed with the dreaded feelings of revulsion made for an addictive blend, and she feared if she kept on this road she would take it all the way. Even now she was masturbating to the thought of Uncle Jeremey taking her virginity with his enormous dick, her fingers working tirelessly on her 18 year-old pussy. He had wanted to have sex with her the other night, he had given her the chance. It had been her choice. If she ever got that chance again, would she be able to turn it down?

She came again.

What am I going to do?

…

The next day at breakfast Cindy wasn’t able to touch her cereal. Her only thought were of her uncle, the bastard. She was wearing a pink top and a pair of black running shorts, her curly dirt blonde hair fell to her shoulders and framed her tender neck. Her father was working, even though it was Saturday, and her mom out shopping. Beckie came down the stairs, her brown hair a rough mess, still wearing a white pajama covered in pink animals. Her slippers were the kind of fluffy puppies that barked if you squeezed them.

“Morning, Cindy.” she said, yawning.

“Good morning. You slept till late.” Cindy remarked.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Sorta unlike you.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.” Cindy said, and thought of her uncle’s fat dick. Her pussy became wet at the mere thought. This was so wrong.

They spent the next few minutes in silence. Beckie got herself a bowl of cereal and went upstairs. Then Cindy’s phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from her uncle. Last thing Cindy knew, he didn’t have her number. But despite herself, she felt excited. A tingling sensation built up in her stomach, and her heart almost skipped a beat as she read the text message.

“Need relief. You home?”

Oh, shit. What am I gonna do.

“Yes, but Beckie is home.” she typed, her heart racing.

“Come to my place.” he sent her a minute later.

“I can’t.”

“Then I’ll come and pay sweet little Beckie a visit.”

Fuck!

“Okay. I’ll come over.”

Cindy realized she was touching herself, getting wet and hot underneath her running shorts. First she hesitated, but then she sent another message.

“What are you gonna do to me?”

A short while there was no reply. Then Uncle Jeremy sent her a picture of his throbbing tower of a cock, and she remembered the intoxicating sensation its taste and smell had given her. She typed with her one hand as she rubbed herself through her shorts with the other.

“Be there in 20 min.” she typed.

It was only twenty minutes by bus to Uncle Jeremy, and Cindy was already out in the hall when she called upstairs to tell Beckie she was going out. It was a bright sunny day, summer break only weeks away. She stood anxiously waiting at the bus stop, the two minutes it took for the bus to arrive felt like hours. When it finally came and she got on, she was hit with a wall of mixed feelings. Why was she doing this? Why was it so exciting? Her uncle’s dumb face appeared in her head and she felt nothing but disdain for him, but then memories of the way he’d dominated her and how dizzy his sperm had made her and the size of his dick came over her and she felt an aching not just in her pussy but in her chest. She desperately did not want to be attracted to him, but she was.

And she was going to his house. Alone.

She got off the bus with a sense of trepidation unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. It was a shot walk to her uncle’s house, and even though she had every opportunity to turn around and go home, she kept walking. Eventually she found herself outside the door to his apartment complex, and she pressed the intercom. His apartment number was 324.

“I- It’s me.” she said with a shaky voice.

The door opened.

She went in and got in the elevator. The journey to the third floor only took a couple of seconds but they felt longer. She was having doubts. But too late now, she was practically at his door. She proceeded down the hallway, thinking if she didn’t do it Beckie might have to. Never once did the thought cross her mind, that she could report her uncle to the authorities. Her chest was beating and her pussy was aching when she knocked on his door. A moment of awkward silence, then it opened.

Uncle Jeremy was wearing a worn t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. He had smug grin on his unshaven face.

“Come in.” he said.

She stepped inside, her legs wobbling, her footing insecure. Her breath was heavy. He closed the door behind her. His apartment was a messy, barely decorated two roomer. Judging by the smell of the place, her uncle hadn’t aired it for a while.

“Can I sit down, uh, somewhere?” she asked, looking for a chair or couch. He didn’t seem to have a proper living room, just a hallway, a kitchen and a bedroom with a TV. She feared the conclusion, then again, wasn’t that what she’d come for?

“Let’s sit down on the bed.” her uncle said.