Uncle Brian, Page 3

By Leslie Schmidt

For the remaining hour before Kerry returned, she didn't wear clothes. She playfully showed off to him a few times, waving her ass in his face when she was sitting on the floor watching TV. Her playful show got to him eventually and he pulled her onto his lap, then started fingering her. She had just cum and he still had two fingers buried inside her when they heard a car in the driveway-Kerry returning.

"So, what's this news you have?" Brian asked after they had settled on the patio.

"This came this morning. I spent most of the day meeting with three different banks but-no luck." He handed over the fake letter.

It appeared to be from one of the major defense contractors in the area. Through a great deal of legalize and business double talk, what it came down to was that they didn't think my company would be able to deliver on time making a critical part for a larger system they were building for the Army. In short, they felt I was under capitalized and wouldn't be able to get the machine tools needed to meet the production deadline. They gave me a week to develop a better financial plan.

"So, what will you do if you can't come up with the money?"

I kept a glum expression on my face. "Well, I have a standing offer at a former partner's company in Austin, Texas. Just hate the idea of working for someone else again and, of course, we'd have to move."

We sat quiet for a few moments, looking over the sea. I was nervous that he wouldn't take the bait, I was pretty sure Brian was wondering how pissed off his son would be, and whether that was a good or bad thing.

"How much do you need?"

"1.2 mil."

He got up and walked into his house, disappearing upstairs. Bridgett came out and climbed on my lap. She was no longer wearing her shorts or panties under the leotard, the shape of her pussy was nicely outlined through the thin material.

"Where are your panties, young lady?" I asked.

"I don't know, Unky took them," she giggled.

I smiled to myself, we watched the sea. The sun was setting between Santa Catalina and San Clemente Islands-the view was spectacular.

Brian came out and handed me a business card. "That's my accountant. I've arranged to liquidate some underperforming stocks as soon as the markets open in the morning. He'll arrange the transfers."

That easy and I was $1.2 million richer. I hugged my little girl.

"You just be sure that you keep bringing that wonderful niece of mine around."

* * *

For the next couple of weeks, I kept bringing Bridgett around. She liked her "Unky" as she called him and gave me regular reports of what they were doing. It had gotten to the point that she usually stripped all her clothes off as soon as she arrived. He seemed to really get off just rubbing his cock against her slit, then blowing on her stomach. He would also go down on her often, something she really liked. A couple of times he asked her to suck on him but she (as instructed) told him that that was "Yukky."

The infusion of capital into my company did have the desired affect. Although I had overblown the risk of losing the contract, it was cemented and I had a great time buying new equipment and expanding the production shop. Two new employees and I had the prototype to the customer a week early. It was two days after the signing of the contracts that I decided to move on to part two of my plan with my in-law uncle.

I arrived there unexpectedly at 10 in the morning. Bridgett was at school and I was pretty sure I'd catch Brian puttering around in his garden. Sure enough, he answered the door with dirt stained hands and knees.

"Hi Kerry, what's up?" he asked.

"We need to talk," I answered. I assume he thought it had something to do with my company.

"Sure."

He ushered me into the kitchen and offered coffee, I refused.

"Ok," now he knew it wasn't business, "what's on your mind?"

"I know what you've been doing to Bridgett."

He stopped. For a moment the color started to drain out of his face, then it stopped and, instead, his face took on a stern expression-I could see that the initial reaction of fear had just as quickly been replaced by some anger.

"Ok," he paused for a long moment. "What are you going to do about it?" He met my gaze.

"Well, I really don't know, Brian."

There was a few moments of silence, then he scoffed. "That little girl of yours is no stranger to men." His color was rising, "Don't think you can blackmail me Kerry. As soon as a social worker got a hold of her, you and I'd end up sharing a cell at San Quentin with 'Bubba.' And, if my doctors are correct, you'll have a lot longer to enjoy than I will!"

I could see that he was getting pissed-time to de-escalate. "I could just stop bringing her over."

"Oh, yeah. You'd love that. You get her all to herself, but, my boy, the gravy train's at the end of the track."

"So what'er ya thinking?" I said with a little smile on my face.

The old man was cooling down, now his expression of anger was changing to one of conspiratorial amusement. He got up and went to the fridge, then came back with too beers, cracked one open and put it in front of me, then opened the other for himself.

"My kids are assholes. You're an asshole too, but a hard working one. I've got to admire your chutzpa for coming up with that bull shit letter from GD." He paused for a few moments. "Let's just say that I'm willing to insure Bridgett's college fund is fully endowed and that you'll have all the capital you'll need."

"What's the flip side?"

"Bridgett spends the summer with me at my place in Ensenada. You and Rachel can come down whenever you want."

"Bridgett gives you the summer of your dreams and you change your will."

"You got it, sonny boy." He clinked my bottle with his- we both took a swig.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're quite a guy to be turning your eight year old into a whore."

"Same goes for the fellow who's her john."

He laughed under his breath and looked away. "Fact is, I had my lawyer draft up a new will a week ago. I've been planning this summer for a while. You made it easy." Now I was surprised. "A courier will drop a certified copy off at your office this afternoon.

As I was leaving I reminded Brian that Bridgett had gymnastics that evening but I'd bring her by after school the next day. As promised, by 3PM I had a copy of the will in my office safe.

Two days later I picked Bridgett up from school and took her over to her Great Uncle's house. On the way we got stuck in traffic on Governor Drive.

I reached across and put my hand on my daughter's knee. "Honey?"

"Yes daddy."

I looked down at her. "Honey, I want you to do something really special for Uncle Brian tonight."

Her big brown eyes took on a serious expression. "Ok....."

"Will you do something for me?"

"Ok...."

"I want you to let him get gooey in your mouth today."

"Is that all?!" she said with a little exasperation.

"And I want you to swallow every drop."

"Ok daddy. Just like I do for you?"

"Oh yeah, that'd be great." Just thinking about it was making my dick swell. She noticed and reached over, rubbing it up and down. "But I don't want you to let him put it inside you....that's just for me. Ok?"

I dropped her off and watched as she ran to the door and knocked. Brian opened the door and waved as he ushered her in.

* * *

The old man had been turned on all day in anticipation of his nieces' arrival. A couple of times he had thought about jerking off but realized that that would be a mistake-he had to save up for Bridgett.

They were 10 minutes late arriving, he had jumped at hearing the car in the driveway. He figured that the reason it was different now was that she was being delivered to him, knowing that her father expected her to do what he wanted (within reason, of course) and that she really was his. His cock was already tenting his shorts when she came in.

"Do you want a snack after school?" he asked.

She ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drank a glass of Hi C while she told him all about her day. Then she looked up at him. "Can I take a bath now? I'm all stinky from today."

This had become a bit of a habit of late. One day she had come from school in sticky and smelly clothes-another child had spilled some milk down her front at lunch. He had told her to take off her clothes so he would wash them (she usually ended up naked anyway) and then she had taken a bath. It had been such an incredible turn on to watch her in the bath and she had asked him to wash her. He had ended up sitting in the tub with her facing him, between his knees, rubbing his cock. Afterward he had had to wash his sperm out of her hair.

Now, she was again in the tub, washing herself as her uncle watched. She knew what he liked her to do, so she slowly suds up her arms, then her shoulders. As she washed her chest she paid special attention to her nipples, rubbing the bar of soap over each one, then using only two fingers to rub the soap in, making them contract and stick out. She lay back in the tub, on her back and lifted a leg out. She reached up and washed her foot, then her ankle, slowly working her way up her thigh to finally move her soapy hand up and down along her hairless vulva. Then she switched to the other leg, again taking her time with her foot, ankle, calf, and finally, her thigh. Now she spent longer on her pussy, gently moving her fingers along her slit, making the tingling inside start.

Meanwhile, Brian was sitting on the toilet lid, watching the child masturbate. His cock was rock hard down the leg of his shorts and he couldn't help but rub it occasionally as the little one moved her fingers along her cleft, then deeper, pushing one finger up inside herself.

Slowly, she lost control and forgot that her uncle was watching. As she pushed one finger deep inside herself, with the other hand she rubbed her clit. She pushed a second finger in, moving them both in and out while moving two fingers from side to side across the stiff button above. She exploded with orgasm, gasping and jerking so much in the tub that some water splashed out onto the floor.

She sank away, feeling relaxed in the warm water, her eyes closed, a dreamy expression on her face.

By now, Brian had pulled his pants and shirt off and had been stroking himself, trying to get the greatest pleasure without emptying his balls in a stream that was sure to hit the opposite wall.

Bridgett opened her eyes and looked at her great uncle. "Mmmmm, your turn now," she said.

She climbed out of the tub, still dripping water, and knelt between his knees, taking his cock in both hands, sprinkling water from her hair to his thighs and legs. She often did this, just jerking him off, watching closely as he shot his white slime out of his cock. Some of it sometimes landed in her hair, on her face or chest. Almost always some dribbled onto her thighs. Other times, he'd carry her into the bedroom where he'd jerk off over her, spraying her pussy with his sperm. A couple of times he had put the tip of his cock on the opening to her pussy and pumped some up inside her, but never penetrating her.

Now she knelt below him with both hands wrapped around his dick. She stroked it a couple of times, staring it right in the eye. Brian had asked her a couple of times to suck him, but she had refused. But this time, he couldn't believe it when she leaned forward and took his head into her mouth.

His heart hit at least 200 as he felt the little teeth scraping along the top, the tongue rubbing the glans at the bottom of his dick head. She took him deeper, he felt the curved top of his bulb fit nicely into the back of her throat. She sucked hard and ran him in and out, looking up at him.

The blood was pounding in his ears, his stomach muscles and back muscles were cramped as he built. His breath was ragged and shallow as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. With all these feelings, he didn't recognize the significance of the dull pain in his left shoulder.

He started to hump uncontrollably into the child's mouth, watching her pretty face with its big brown eyes as she sucked his cock. She didn't seem to want to let go, even when he tried to push her away as his cum built behind his balls. He gave up, she certainly knew what was happening, and gave in. With a spasm, he fired his sperm into the eight year old's mouth. She made an 'umph' sound as his first gobs of jez filled her. He felt her throat contracting as she swallowed, just to have him fill her again with semen. Small white bubbles appeared at the corners of her mouth as he finished, relaxing back, sinking his ass back onto the toilet lid.

The child let his dick slide out of his mouth and looked up at him, smiling. White goo was around her tongue and between her lips and teeth. She swallowed, then looked up at him again. "That was nice Unky," she said.

"Oh God, yes child."

He was relaxing now, calming down, trying to catch his breath. Now he did notice the pain in his shoulder and arm.

A few minutes later, after she had scampered off, still naked, in search of his Great Dane, he took two aspirin and a nitro tablet but the pain didn't subside. Over the next two hours it got steadily worse. He lay on the couch for most of the time, watching the naked child play. At one time she came over and straddled his face, insisting that he lick her to a shuddering climax.

They were dressed again when Rachel arrived at 5:30. After he closed the door, he went upstairs and took another nitro tablet and two more aspirin. Then he lay down, willing the pain away. By 6:30 it was only worse so he got in his car and drove himself to the Emergency Room at the UCSD Medical Center.

By 11 PM he was in surgery, receiving three bypasses.

* * *

Brian was in the hospital for a week. In the end, the doctors didn't have a lot of good news. The bypasses would keep him alive but, with the amount of damage to his heart, if he was to survive for long, he would need a transplant. Normally, he would have been put in a nursing home for a month or so during his recovery but, because he did have such good support from concerned and loyal family members, he was sent home. A visiting nurse would see him twice a day and, among the family in the area, he would not be alone for any extended time in his house.

Of course, we visited him often in the hospital. We took Bridgett on the third day, he was sitting up in bed, even walking down the hall to a lounge area. She sat on his knee and hugged him and kissed his cheek, he patted her behind and, once, rubbed his hand up the inside of her thigh.

Rachel stayed at his house the second night he was home, his daughter had stayed there the first. Then, another cousin took over for that Friday and we were on tap for Saturday afternoon to Sunday morning.

He slept most of the afternoon but came down for dinner and we sat out on the patio and watched the sun set. Bridgett ran around the yard with Mable (the Great Dane), giving her some exercise. The dog had been kenneled while he was in the hospital and now spent all her time on the floor at the foot of his bed.

We had dressed Bridgett in the sexiest outfit we could come up with-real tight and small white shorts and a yellow tube top that was no more than two inches wide. The shorts were so short that her ass cheeks stuck out when she bent over and the front clearly outlined her pussy lips. I knew that Brian would notice and, sure enough, when he had her sitting on his thigh, I caught him, a couple of times, brushing his finger along her slit. He wouldn't do it if Rachel was around but, one time, he met my gaze while he had his hand in my daughter's crotch.

About 5:30 the nurse arrived and took the old guy upstairs for bath and to dress his wounds. She hung around until 7:30, then we sort of ushered her out the door. It wasn't long before the three of us were watching TV in his room, Bridgett sitting next to him in the bed. Around 9 Rachel and I begged off, going downstairs to do the dishes and 'tidy up.' Rachel also said she was going to go to bed herself.

After about 20 minutes, I snuck up the stairs and, taking advantage of the placement of the door and the hallway, was able to peek into the bedroom without being seen. Brian had slid down some in the bed, the covers were across his thighs. Bridgett was half on him, half off, on her belly. They were giving each other an incredible tongueing. He had his hand down the back of her shorts, around her ass and was obviously fingering her pussy. She was stroking his rod through his undershorts. This couldn't go on for much longer or my plan would not come off tonight. I quickly went back down stairs, then called Bridgett. She came down, her clothes still disheveled and sweat dampening the roots of her hair. I took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen where Rachel was waiting.

"Honey," Rachel started, "you're Uncle has been really sick, you know."

"Yes, Mommy."

"I know he's really missed you, and the things you do," I chimed in.

"Yes."

"Bridgett, would you do something really special for him tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

"We'd like you to go all the way....you know....let him put it up inside you, Dear," Rachel said.

"But, Mommy, that hurts," she said.

"Honey," I said, "You know how it's really a lot better when I put that jelly stuff on me, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Anyway, you told me he isn't as big as Daddy," Rachel interjected. "Also, we'll put some of that jelly stuff up inside you so it will slip right in."

The conversation didn't take much longer. Rachel had Bridgett take off her pants and lay back on the counter. Then, using the applicator from some sort of women's medication screwed onto the end of a tube of KY, she injected a generous amount of the stuff up inside the child. The sight of the long, thin white applicator disappearing inside my eight year old's pussy was enough to make me, almost, cream in my pants. After she had her shorts on again, we told her exactly what she was to do.

* * *

Bridgett walked into her great uncle's room and smiled. Then, walking up to the bed, she told him how much she loved him and how much she had missed him while he was in the hospital.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"You bet, child. More that you can dream."

She climbed onto the bed, on her hands and knees next to him and leaned down and kissed him. When he stuck his tongue into her mouth she reached down and slid her hand under his shorts, taking his cock and stroking it like her father had taught her years ago. He was instantly rock hard in her hands. Then she moved over and, pulling his shorts down just below his nuts, she sucked on his rigid tool.

"Oh, God, child,....you shouldn't do that," he wheezed as he lifted her off of him.

She sat up on her heals and looked at him, then slowly pulled her top off over her head. Brian, through the slightly disorienting haze of the painkillers mixed with the Scotch, lost his concentration and abandoned his self control.

The eight year old stepped down off the bed then, never breaking her gaze into the fellow's eyes, pulled her shorts off, then her dark blue thong. Brian unconsciously licked his lips as he looked at her thick pink lips with the darker clit hood peaking out from between.

"I want you inside me," she said as she climbed back onto the bed. The child scrambled back on top of the bed and stood up, straddling the old man. Then, slowly, she squatted down pulling her preteen pussy lips apart. She reached down between her knees and took his rod, then guided it as she slowly lowered herself on him.

Brian was aware of only one thing-the sight of his dick slowly getting closer to the girls slit, then the end pushing against the entrance, then the inner lips opening as the head of his cock moved inside the eight year old. He was amazed as the bulb and then half the shaft slid inside her. He became aware of the excruciatingly soft tightness and warmth of her vagina. Slowly, she rose, then dropped on him. He gasped for breath as she started a regular movement, up and down, on his rod.

"Ohhh....you feel so good," she moaned as she fell forward on her knees, now rocking back and forth.

Brian reached down and cupped the little girl's ass, pushing a finger between her legs and feeling his cock sliding in and out of her. He was now humping to meet her as the jez quickly built inside him.

Bridgett was so far gone fucking her uncle the she actually drooled on his tee shirt as her first orgasm overtook her. She threw her head back and shoved down on him, driving his cock as deep inside her as it would go. She gasped from the self inflected pain, only to rise up and then slam down again.

With this stroke, he exploded inside her with an enormous load of sperm. She rose again and, for a third time, shoved down on him as a second purge of jez shot into her preteen pussy.

With this second shot, the old man's heart contracted with the greatest force it was capable of and a suture joining one of the bypasses on his left coronary artery ripped free.

As he humped to meet her again, and fired the last of his cum deep inside the little girl, a streak of pain shot across his chest. He coughed and tried to take a breath but couldn't. By now, the end of the transplanted artery had torn completely free and blood was gushing into his chest cavity.

He coughed again and pulled the child down on top of him. Now it was all clear, she had been sent up here to do this to him. He felt the lovely child panting against him, her breath blowing on his cheek. As the darkness closed around him all he could think was that, at least, he died with a smile on his face. "I love you darling," he said.

* * *

"Daddy?" the naked girl appeared at the doorway to the dining room where Kerry and Rachel were drinking wine, wetness was smeared around her pussy and milky goo was slowly running down the inside of her thigh. "Unky fell asleep. Can I watch some TV?"

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