Uncle Brian, Page 2

By Leslie Schmidt

"So, how was your day with Uncle Brian?" I asked as we drove away from his house. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh, yeah!" she said. "We went to see 'Cars.'"

"How was it?"

"It was great."

We continued along, I stopped talking as I pulled onto I-5.

"Did you play any?" I asked.

Bridgett looked up sheepishly, "Yes."

"How much?"

"Twice," she paused. "In the morning and then at the movie."

I was amused that he'd have the guts to molest a girl in a movie theatre full of other people.

"Did he do anything that hurt?"

"Oh, no, Daddy. He's really nice."

"Did you play with him?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"In the movie. He got all gooey on my hands."

I smiled. Things were going very well.

* * *

It was 9:30 PM, bedtime for little girls. Bridgett had taken a bath a couple of hours earlier, then spent the evening running around the house nude. She knew her daddy really liked this, not that it was a rule or anything, but she could see how he smiled whenever she was naked. Mommy didn't seem to mind either, in fact, she usually lounged around the house in nothing but one of Daddy's tee shirts. Daddy would also often get naked too, if he took a shower after going for a bike ride or something like that. Also, sometimes after dinner they'd all get in the hot tub together, and, of course, no one ever wore bathing suits in the hot tub, not even Mommy and Daddy's friends.

Mommy sat on the toilet and tinkled while she brushed her teeth, then Mommy combed out her hair one last time before bed (it was dry now). Then they went down the hall to Bridgett's bedroom and Mommy turned down the blanket. Once Bridgett was in bed, Mommy got a serious look on her face.

"Daddy told me that you and Uncle Brian played today."

Bridgett could tell from her expression that she was being very serious.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Did you like it?"

The little girl thought for a moment. "He's different from Daddy. He's skinnier and his zippy isn't as big."

At this, Rachel suppressed a smile, then got serious again. "What did he do?"

The child got a whimsical look on her face. "Welllll....., In the morning he just rubbed me with his fingers. I was sitting on his lap and we were watching TV. He made me feel all shaky and then he stopped."

"Did you like that?"

"Yeeeessss?" she looked past her mother at the ceiling. "He played with my bumpy a lot, then he tried to put his finger up inside but it wouldn't go. But he stopped then and just rubbed my bumpy until I got shaky.

"Is that all?"

"No," she looked back at her mother, "we did it again at the movie."

"What happened?"

"Welllll....." again the little girl got whimsical. "I knew he'd want to do it, so I left my panties in the bathroom."

Rachel laughed. "At the theatre?!"

"No Mommy! At his house!"

"Ok," she continued to laugh. "What then?"

"Wellll..., you know, he put his hand up my dress and rubbed me. Then I pulled my dress up so he could see, Daddy always likes to watch. His finger wouldn't go in so I licked it like Daddy does, then it went in and I got all shaky."

"Daddy said you told him he got gooey."

The little girl smiled. "Yeah.... I rubbed his zippy until he got all gooey."

"Right there, in the theatre?"

"Yeah, he unzipped when I started rubbing it, it was really hard in his pants."

Rachel laughed, amazed at the guts of the man. "That was wonderful dear, I'm sure you made Uncle Brian very happy." She pauses for a moment. "Can I look at you?"

"Ooookkkkk????" the little one said and slid down in the bed, not sure why her mother wanted to look.

Rachel inspected her little girl's sex, gently parting the thick outer lips, looking for any sign she was bruised or cut. Her pussy was a beautiful pink, just as she expected-Brian had always been very gentle with her. Just on impulse, she leaned down and kissed her little girl's pussy, rubbing her tongue up and down the slit twice before they both started laughing.

"Oh Mommy, do you want to do that?!" Bridgett giggled.

"Not tonight dear, it's late for you to be up and we both have to go to work early in the morning."

"Can I go to Uncle Brian's tomorrow?"

"You'll be going to Gym camp dear."

She kissed the eight year old good night and, after checking the night light, turned off the overhead light and left the door to the hall open.

* * *

"So, everything OK?" I asked when Rachel came out from putting Bridgett to bed.

"Oh yeah. She's quite happy."

"She seems to like her great uncle."

"He was always sweet to me," Rachel said.

It was only a few day's earlier that she had told me about her and her uncle. She hadn't told much but I sure was interested-the whole idea really turned me on.

"Tell me."

She had sat down across from me. She looked up and smiled a little. "I'll bet you really want to hear all the gory details."

"You bet."

She was quite for a moment, remembering.

"Well....it didn't start with Uncle Brian. It started with Marian, my cousin.

"I guess we were about 8 or 9,....no, we were 9, it was the summer before 4th grade, I was staying with them while my parents moved us to Chicago. Anyway, it must have been my second night there and we were getting ready for bed. I remember I was in the tub and then Mary got in with me. We must have made a mess of the bathroom because we were giggling and splashing. Then I washed Mary's hair and she washed mine.

"Well, things went on from there and she started to wash me. I was kind of scared when she started washing me, you know, but then it started to feel real good. I remember she asked me to wash her too and, well, we quieted down a lot. I think that was the first time I ever came.

"When we got out, Mary dared me to go run into the backyard naked. Well, we giggled a lot and then did it together. Right out past Brian, he was watching TV in the living room. He came out after us, I thought we'd be in so much trouble, but then I saw he was laughing. He told us to come in and get some ice cream.

"Mary just went into the kitchen and I followed-it was warm and their house didn't have air-conditioning. I remember we sat at the table, the three of us, and had ice cream. At first I was a bit uncomfortable but then I got used to it.

"After that, we went to bed but Mary insisted that we not wear anything. She had a double bed, so we were in there together when Brian came in to kiss us good night. That's when things got really weird because, after he had kissed me on the forehead he went around to Mary's side and kissed her but, then he pulled the covers off her and said he was going to kiss her, he called it her 'cunny.'

"I was totally amazed as he went down on her, right there in front of me. Sometimes he'd look at me but she got off almost right away. That's when he asked if I wanted a kiss 'down there' also. I said no. Then he looked at Mary and said she ought to do it. I really didn't know what to do as she looked at me and pulled the covers down. I guess I was kind of scared and kept my legs together but, after she had rubbed me with her tongue a couple of times I relaxed and, well, I guess you can tell the rest.

She looked at my hardening tool and started to rub her neatly trimmed snatch.

"Did Brian ever go down on you?" I asked, stroking myself to full hardness.

"Yeah, the next day."

I went across the room and started licking her familiar pussy. Soon she was rocked.

"Remind you of your Uncle Brian?" I asked.

"You're better....now fuck me."

With her laying back on the sofa and me on my knees, I had a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her and it wasn't long before I emptied my load inside her. With dripping cock and pussy, we looked in on our little girl before, ourselves, going to bed.

As we were climbing into bed she said, "Sounds like things are going well between Bridgett and her Uncle."

"Yeah, he's pretty well hooked, she's also real good at doing what I say. I didn't tell her but the no panties at the movie was great."

"When are you going to spring it?"

I paused for a moment. "Well, there's a complication." I knew she didn't want to hear this. It was difficult enough to talk her into the plan, of course, now she was stuck with it, as were we all. "A few years ago he had cancer and was pretty sick. That jack-ass son of his got him to put all his money into a trust that he and his sister control. The only way to really get something out of him is to get him to change his will."

"That means we won't see anything until he dies?" She didn't look very happy.

"Yeah, but he still has some money-he'll be able to help out some. Also, I don't think it'll take too much for him to change his will, he really hates his kids for 'living like fucking pharaohs on my money." I did my best imitation of him, that got a smile.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

The next day I had to pick Bridgett up from gym camp at three, then I took her to Brian's house while I ran back to my office. When I was dropping her off I told him that I had gotten a distressing letter from a contractor and I wanted him to look it over. In reality, everything was going fine, but I didn't want him to know that.

* * *

The TV was on when Bridgett walked into the living room. It was some home show but, after the whole day at camp, she was perfectly willing to just stand there and watch. Brian was talking with her dad, she heard that she'd be picked up around 5:30, then the door closed.

She kept staring at the TV, more daydreaming than watching it as her Uncle came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back against him as his arms crossed her chest and hands covered her ribs. He kissed the top of her head. She relaxed more. She was wearing a black leotard and baby blue gym shorts with FLIP in white letters across the butt. Brian ran his hand down under the shorts and began feeling her through the leotard. She felt a bit of a rush and a bit of a sweat broke out across her back. Instantly she felt horny.

She felt him sliding his other hand up moving toward her chest. With the pad of his finger, he rubbed her left nipple through the thin rayon, making it feel tight and causing a tingling down between her legs.

She leaned back against him and felt his swelling cock against the small of her back. That even excited her more. She reached around behind her, squeezing it through his trousers. He moved his hand to the side and discovered that the legs of this leotard were really high cut, the skin below her hip was uncovered. He pushed his fingers through the leg hole and across to her pussy but, because of the tightness, he couldn't probe very deeply without pulling hard on the fabric. He knew this had to be uncomfortable for the child. He lowered himself to his knees behind her, still hugging her against him, now his cock was against the back of her thigh.

He pulled his hand back, then he rubbed her lips and slit through the fabric. Bridgett leaned back against him, turning her head and looking up. She was surprised when he kissed her, he had never done that before, but she met his kiss, opening her mouth to his tongue, he tasted of coffee.

He lifted his hands to the neckline, then pulled the leotard down, working it free of her shoulders, uncovering her chest, then, using his thumbs along her sides, working it down to her hips. He worked it over her hips and felt it slip over her ass. Now it moved easily and pretty much fell to her feet. He brought his hands back up and, with one started rubbing along her slit while he also rubbed her left nipple with the other. She bent her legs, spreading her thighs slightly to give him better access. While she was wet for an eight year old, he couldn't get his finger inside her and he pushed too hard. He stopped when he heard a shape intake of breath.

"Go sit on the couch," he ordered.

The little girl did as she was asked, stepped out of her discarded leotard and sat down, her knees comfortably apart. She watched as he pulled his shirt off over his head. She had never seen his chest before, he was thin and the skin sagged into some deep wrinkles under his nipples and along his ribs. The small patch of hair in the middle of his chest was mostly grey. The skin itself was darkly tanned, looking more like leather than skin.

He came over and kissed her again, she draped her arms around his neck as, again, they dueled with their tongues. She felt his hand advancing from her knee up the inside of her thigh and she spread her legs to assist. Now his fingers were pushing at her pussy but, with her sitting up the way she was, it was buried under her. He pulled his hand out.

"Lean back," he said as he gently pushed her down. She did as told and was now lying like a question mark back across the leather upholstery. He pulled on her knees, sliding her down further so her ass was right on the edge of the sofa. This was, surprisingly, the first time he had ever gotten a really good look at the little girl's charms. It had been years since he had seen a little girl pussy and the blood was pounding in his ears as he inspected the smooth outer lips, curving down between her thighs with the pink clit hood peaking out from between them. With his fingers, he pulled them slightly apart and looked more closely, seeing the thin inner lips, these more reddish, themselves opening.

Bridgett felt a little self-conscious as her Uncle inspected her in this way. She felt his fingers spreading, first her outer pussy, then him dig a little and spread her on the inside. Only her mommy had ever looked at her this closely before, saying she wanted to make sure daddy hadn't hurt her.

As Brian expected, her cherry was long gone and she seemed a little stretched out. Then, without thinking, he leaned forward and started licking along her cleft.

Bridgett wasn't expecting this and the sudden explosion of pleasure took her by surprise. She spread her legs further, lifting her feet off the floor and pulling her knees up. She loved it when her daddy (and sometimes her mommy) did this.

"Do it harder," she moaned, pulling his face against her and humping up against him.

The little one tasted of urine and sweat-she had been at gymnastics all day, but he was so turned on that he really didn't mind. She came almost right away, shuddering and groaning. She had her hands on either side of his face and was directing him up and down as she jammed herself against him, her head thrown back, short breaths escaping from her throat. Then she relaxed and he lifted off, looking at her lovely hairless cooch, now shining with his spit and her own light juices.

He undid his pants and pushed them down around his thighs, his cock standing straight out. He shuffled forward and ran the head along her slit. "Don't put it in, that hurts," she said.

"Ok, doll," his voice was rough in his throat. He started rubbing along her pussy, she scooted down even more to help, then raised her legs again, bending and trying to peer down over the bunched fabric of her skirt.

She could see his dick head, moving forward and back along her. It felt good but wasn't the kind of turn on she had felt just a few minutes ago.

Brian was completely caught up in watching his rod moving along the spread lips of the eight year old, pushing against her little clit, sliding along the incredibly soft skin of her belly. Then she reached down and cupped her hands over him, pushing his cock against her.

The jez built really fast and, after just a few more strokes, he slammed forward, feeling his balls slap against the child's pussy, and shot a stream of goo across her tummy and chest, a droplet landed on her chin just below her lips. He humped more, filling her hands and coating her crotch with his sperm before he sank back on his heals, admiring her cum soaked snatch and gooey hands.

She sat up, looking at her hands, "That was a lot, Unky," she said. He was trying to catch his breath. He used his shirt to wipe her hands, chest, belly and crotch. Then he dabbed the cum off her chin.

"You're a wonderful little girl, Bridgett," he growled, still feeling lightheaded.

"I need to go potty," she said and started to sit up. Brian moved to the side as she got up and stepped around him. She ran off down the hall. He picked up her panties and wiped his cock off with them, then struggled to his feet, doing up his trousers.