{ASST} Ticks_Attack {Mr_Ed} (Mg, exhib, pet, 1st, cons)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Ticks Attack

by:  Mr. Ed

Note:  In case you are not familiar with them, ticks 
are small insects that are very hard to see until they 
have started feasting on your blood.  Carried mostly 
by cattle, dogs or other small animals are subject to 
being infested, and often provide the route to humans 
that normally don't have cattle sharing their 
environment.  Their hard shell also makes them 
difficult to kill, even once removed, and therefore 
crushing them between the nails of your thumbs becomes 
the simplest way of dealing with them, and preventing 
them from a second attack.  Rubbing alcohol causes 
them to withdraw their pincers, for to leave them 
inside does not induce healing of the wounds.


When Bruce saw the tick on Susan, he took her by the 
hand and led her indoors.  Getting a little rubbing 
alcohol, he put a few drops on the attached critter, 
waited a few moments, and took it off.  The critter 
was crushed between the nails of his two thumbs, and 
would never bother another person again.

"Is this another one?" asked Susan as she held up her 
arm.  Sure enough it was.

Using the same technique, the tick came loose, was 
removed and died for the trouble it had give to Susan.

"Where have you been that you got two ticks on you, 
Susan?" asked Bruce.  "Have you been near any cows?"

"No, Uncle Bruce," she said.  "Only near the dog.  You 
know; the one that likes me, and is always scratching 
itself."

"Thank you for mentioning that," he said.  "It's time 
to give her a powdering to get rid of any more she 
might have.  She must be suffering just like you 
were."

That she had ticks on her was confirmed a short time 
later.  Bruce removed a couple he saw, and applied 
powder to the dog's fur, working it in as he wore 
rubber gloves to protect his own hands.  When he 
finished, he turned to Susan and said, "I'm sorry 
darling, but do not pet Brownie again today, or 
tomorrow.  Late tomorrow I'll give her a good bath, 
see if any are left on her, and then decide if it 
would be safe to touch her again after that."

"Okay, Uncle Bruce, but I'm afraid I have more of the 
ticks on me," she said.

"Then let's get them," he said.  "Go upstairs, and 
we'll have a war on ticks and see who can win the 
battle."

"Some are in private places," she told him.

"Then I'm sorry, Susan, but they must come off before 
they do too much damage to your skin and mark you for 
life."

"Could we do it in my room, Uncle Bruce?" she asked.  
"I don't mind you seeing but don't want to be doing 
that out here."

"That's fine, Susan," he confirmed.  "Perhaps laying 
on your bed would be best for we need to get rid of 
every one, no matter how long it takes."

When Susan removed her top, Bruce was surprised at the 
amount her breasts had developed over the last few 
months.  Somehow, about seven or eight months ago, he 
had seen one of her nipples as it lay flat and almost 
unnoticeable on her chest.  Now it was on a distinct 
mound of flesh for she had a breast underneath it.  
Right next to one nipple was another tick.  With his 
apologies for putting his hands on her breast, he gave 
it the treatment to cause the insect to remove it's 
biting tentacles, then removed and destroyed it.  Then 
began the search.

Every part of her head was examined, with a comb used 
to check the actual scalp.  Her neck was examined, and 
her ears before he turned his attention to her hands.  
One was about to bite into her between two of her 
fingers, but never got to bite before it died.  Next 
he did her arms, found one more under her arm pit, and 
dealt with it.  

From there his attention went to an inch by inch 
examination of her back, sides and chest, all the way 
down to her belly button.  Then he started on her 
feet, removed three from her lower legs before moving 
up to her knees and then thighs.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to remove 
your skirt and panties, darling," he told her.  "You 
really got hit hard by them, but we must get all of 
them."

"I don't mind, Uncle Bruce," she said as she shed her 
clothes.

Bruce finished her legs, noticing one on the left lip 
of her vulva.  This again was removed and died seconds 
later.  Each spot where one had been located was given 
the treatment of some ointment to assist in the 
healing process, including this particular spot.

Realizing she must be embarrassed by his seeing her, 
he wanted to do the rest quickly but it had to be 
done.  He got a small hand towel and placed it over 
her other than the part where he was working at that 
moment.  Seconds later, Susan tossed it aside, leaving 
herself exposed to him, but at least making it easier 
to proceed.

The next one was located at the top of the crack of 
her bum cheeks.  To get at it decently he had her get 
up on her knees, and bent forward.  As quickly as he 
could he got it off, treated the remaining wound, and 
then finished examining the remaining area between her 
butt cheeks, normally closed to the world.  They were 
certainly not closed to him today.

Susan was turned over to lay on her back once again, 
and none were found there.  Finally he announced, "I 
do believe you can finally get dressed again, Susan."

"There's one place you didn't check, Uncle Bruce," 
said Susan.  "It is one that makes me really itchy and 
I'm so scared of it hurting when it comes off."

"I was taking a chance by not checking there, Susan," 
he told her.  "I guess that can't be anymore.  Okay, 
darling, let's get it over with."

Susan raised her feet up to her bum, and spread her 
legs wide apart.  She reached down to spread her vulva 
open, and Bruce gently moved the clitoris as he 
examined the entire area.  "I don't see any, darling," 
he told her.  "Where is it itchy?"

"Inside," said Susan.

"Oh, Lord!" he exclaimed.

"It's okay, Uncle Bruce," she said.  "I'm beginning to 
really like being naked and having you touch me."

"Don't tell anybody, but so am I," he whispered to 
her.  "You are so sweet and really sexy!"

"I hope you still feel that way once you've seen 
inside me down there," she said.

She was spread wide open before he touched her.  
Working his fingers in as far as he could on each lip 
of her vulva, he spread them open and looked inside.  
There almost at the bottom of her hymen was another 
tick, already very large and fat from her blood.

"I see it, darling," he said.  "I'm afraid it is right 
on your hymen."

"What's a hymen?" she asked.

"You probably call it your cherry," he told her.

"Oh, yea," she said.  "Can you get it?"

"He's big and fat, darling," explained her uncle.  
"Because of where it is, the best way to get him out, 
is to take some of your hymen with him."

"You mean a piece of my skin?" she asked in surprise.

"The very place that some lucky guy will be breaking 
on you when you decide to offer this to him someday.  
To take it out that way will hurt some though, 
darling.  Do you think you could stand it?"

"I think so, Uncle Bruce," she said.

"Well, it also means I put two fingers up inside you, 
to get him," he added.

"I wish it was because you wanted to feel me up, but 
I'll take that anyway I can get it," she volunteered.

Bruce slid in one finger without too much difficulty, 
and with Susan moaning from the sensation of his 
penetration.  The second finger was a little more 
difficult, and actually started the tearing of her 
hymen.  With two fingers behind her hymen, and his 
thumb nail in front he said, "Take two breaths in, and 
I'll take it out when you have the second one inside 
you."  As Susan took her first breath in, he pulled, 
tore it out completely, taking with it about a quarter 
inch piece of her cherry.

"You said on my second breath," she complained.  "That 
was only my first one, and it hurt!"

"But it got it over before you realized sweetheart," 
he told her.  "It meant less time to worry about it."

"So is my cherry gone?" she asked.

"Only a piece of it, Susan," he explained.  "See it 
here with the tick still holding on," he offered as he 
showed it to her.

"No wonder it's been so itchy," she said.  "Look at 
the size of it!"

"You should find it a little more pleasurable when you 
play with yourself tonight," he told her.

"How do you know all my secrets?" she asked.

"Your biggest one is right here in front of me," he 
pointed out.  "I guess uncles just seem to know their 
nieces, eh?"

"Uncle Bruce, would you do something for me?" she 
asked.

"Tell me what and I'll let you know," he replied.

"Put your fingers back up inside me for a moment, 
please?" she pleaded.

"You want me to do it for you instead of doing it 
yourself," he surmised.

"Would you, Uncle Bruce?" she asked.

"Lay back and feel what it's like to have something in 
there," he said.  Spreading her vulva once more, he 
looked to see how much he had torn, and whether or not 
it was still bleeding.  It wasn't and he slipped his 
two fingers up though the larger opening that now 
existed there.

"It feels so wonderful, Uncle Bruce!  Is it so bad for 
you to have to do it?"

"It's more wonderful than I could ever tell you, 
Susan," he said.  "I like doing it to you.  It's 
wrong, but I like doing it."

With his thumb on her clitoris, he began to draw his 
fingers back and then reinserted them both into her 
once again.  Her moan of satisfaction was one of pure 
sensual satisfaction, and invited a repeat.  With two 
fingers up inside of her vagina, and one thumb 
caressing her clitoris, Susan had a climax like she 
had never had before, as she thrashed back and forth 
on the bed.

As the climax subsided, Bruce slipped his fingers back 
out, and then finally left her room completely while 
she had curled up on her bed in a foetal position, not 
noticing him leaving.  Two minutes later she was 
running down the stairs fully dressed as she searched 
for her uncle.

"Why did you leave like that, Uncle Bruce?" she 
demanded when she found him.

"It should not have happen, Susan," he told her.  
"You're my sister's underage kid, and it shouldn't 
have happened!"

"You tried to help me with the ticks," she said.  "I 
wanted to take off my clothes so you would see me, 
Uncle Bruce.  I wanted it for so long, and it finally 
happed, and I'm as happy about it as I could be.  You 
were helping me one way and I was doing something for 
myself in a different way, and am still glad it 
worked.  Please, don't be upset about it, Uncle Bruce.  
That would spoil how wonderful it was!"

"Does it still hurt down there, darling?" he asked.

"That stopped before I begged you to feel me up, Uncle 
Bruce," she reported.

"My sister must never know, Susan," he told her.

"Mom will learn how you took ticks off me all over, 
including the one on my breast.  She'll never know 
about the ones down below, at least not from me."

"Since we are going to share the secret of what 
happened, could we add another hug to the list to 
hide?" he asked.  "I sure could use a hug from you."

"You can hug me all you want, Uncle Bruce," she said 
as she came over into his arms.  "You can undress me 
anytime we are alone, too!  We'll keep it a secret 
after I seduce you and you rape me, Uncle Bruce.  
Please, I want you to rape me!  I love you, Uncle 
Bruce!"

"I love you too, Susan," he said as he slipped his 
hands under her skirt and inside her panties again.  
"That's part of why I don't want to rape your young 
virgin body."

"You do like it though, don't you?" she questioned.

"The prettiest, sexiest girl I've ever known," he 
declared.  "Of course I liked it, and want to see it 
again."

"Then finish what you started and make me a woman, 
Uncle Bruce," she said.  "You can have me and only you 
and I will ever know."



Susan lost her virginity some thirty minutes later.  
His entry was made easier by the tear he had already 
inflicted, and her pleasure of having sex started all 
the sooner.  It was her first, but would not be her 
last, with her major partner being Uncle Bruce for the 
moment.

Every opportunity, Susan would parade around naked 
before him until he had satisfied his lust for her 
deep up inside her vagina.  Her favourite was to lay 
on her back and allow him to see and play with her 
naked body.  It was during that time he watched as her 
breasts developed over the months, and change from 
little mounds to full grown breasts.  He also got to 
watch her hair grow between her legs and hide her 
vulva at the front.  With full liberty to explore when 
he wanted, he was never prevented from seeing or being 
in touch with her sex centre, for it was available to 
him regularly.