Uncle Mike Creampies Niece Emma

“Oh my gosh, uncle Mike!” I shrieked and hugged my uncle, squeezing his arms and laying my face on his chest. “I missed you”. “I missed you too” said uncle Mike, laughing.

“How was the drive?” asked my mom, “Dinner is ready, we waited for you”. “It was great” replied uncle Mike, “I always liked driving through endless corn fields in Iowa”, with a sarcastic grin.

I was living in a farm with my family, close to Des Moines, Iowa, and my uncle Mike was visiting us from Chicago. I had just turned 18 and last time I saw my uncle was 4 years ago. He had been living close in downtown Des Moines and visiting us every week, buying me gifts, giving me rides, until he moved away for a job.

We sit down at the dinner table. “we have roast beef, mashed potatoes and corn on cob” said my mom, “nice!” exclaimed uncle Mike, “fill my plate!”. Giving his plate to my mom, extending his strong arms as thick as my legs. “Fill my plate too” my dad chimed.

We started eating. My parents and uncle Mike started talking about jobs, politics, all that boring stuff.

I finished my dinner. Our house had dinner room, living room, kitchen in one open area. I moved to the couch, and started checking my instagram. It was summer, and I was wearing a yoga pant, a tight t-shirt on top, bare foot with a pink nail polish, laying on the couch.

Uncle Mike was talking to my parents and occasionally looking at me, relaxing on the couch.

“Emma grew up so much since I saw her last time!” said uncle Mike, “Look at those hypnotizing big blue eyes, she must be breaking a lot of hearts!”.

“You tell me” replied my mom, “she changes her boyfriends like an underwear every month, sometimes every week. She is on the phone all day long. We put her on a pill just to make sure”.

“Mooom!” I shouted angrily, “why do you tell my private stuff to uncle Mike”. “He is family, brother of your father, and your godfather” my mom replied.

“It’s OK” uncle Mike laughed. “I won’t tell anyone.” But I sensed a spark in my uncle’s eyes. For some reason, he was looking at me different than before.

I continued playing with my phone. I was seeing underneath the dinner table as I look at my phone, and I noticed uncle Mike’s pants were like a camping tent from his hard on cock.

Uncle Mike was probably thinking how I kissed all those boys, grabbed their cocks, put in mouth and sucked until their balls dry, then let them fuck my pussy for hours, over and over and over again, because I was now on birth control. Uncle Mike probably wanted to be in their place, and that made him hard.

“I will be upstairs in my room”, I said, “good night sweetie!” my mom replied.

Several hours passed, and everyone went to bed. I was still on my phone checking my social media and sexting my boyfriend, which was making me horny.

About half an hour later, I heard my dad and mom having sex through the thin walls of our house. I licked my fingers and started playing with my clit, imagining my dad was fucking me as I heard his groans and moans.

My body was getting warmer and warmer, my nipples were hard and erect.

I removed all my clothes and threw them over the other end of the room, went into doggy position with my ass up, and my head buried in my pillow, and continued fingering my pussy, ass hole and rubbing my clit, moaning “yes, daddy, fuck my ass daddy, fuck my pussy daddy”, fantasizing my dad is fucking me as I hear his groans getting louder and louder.