by Skye Reed
Michelle grinned. "What did Michael send me, anyway?"
"Ah, some of your old clothes, I believe. Said that if he threw them away he'd never hear the end of it. Reckons that you're always going on about not having anything to wear. I suppose these things will help to rectify the situation."
"Possibly, if I haven't grown out of them." Why, she wondered, was Brandon looking so amused? "Um, just dump the box here and I'll go through it . . ." Her voice died away as she looked at the spot on the floor she was indicating and the clothes already lying there.
"Oh my god," she wailed, finally remembering her unclothed state. She slapped her book over her face, not looking at him. The childish reaction of, if I can't see him, he can't see me, the first thing that sprang to mind. That book was all that had been covering her breasts she now recalled. She was just making things worse. Hastily she rolled over, burying her face in the couch.
"Go away. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why, Michelle, I'm shocked. I wouldn't dream of telling you what you should or shouldn't wear," Brandon said, sounding honestly shocked at the very thought. "No more would I tell you what to read," he added, picking up the book she'd dropped and looking at the rather lurid cover.
"Seizing her dress in his big brawny hands he savagely wrenched the material in two directions. There was a loud ripping sound and Lady Sue found herself naked to the waist. He chuckled evilly as he enjoyed the sight of her pearly white breasts, each tipped with a perky pink nipple."
"I have to admit, this seems to be quite a book?" Brandon said. "Does she get away from the evil Baron's wicked clutches?"
"You liar. There's no Lady Sue or evil Baron. You're just making that up."
"I am? I guess I am. I was just imagining the scene from the picture on the cover."
"Well, don't bother. Just go away."
Michelle felt the couch sink slightly as he sat down next to her. His hand ran over her bottom in a loving manner, not quite slipping between her legs. She gasped.
"You stop that and go away."
"What? After you so kindly invited me in? I wouldn't be so cruel. It must have taken a bit of courage to invite me in, especially dressed like that."
"I didn't realise. I wasn't thinking. You know I wouldn't have asked you in if I'd remembered."
"Unfortunately, all I know is that you did. Lift your hips."
His hands grasped her hips, encouraging her to lift them. It was the work of a moment to have her resting on her knees, bottom high. Brandon started gently rubbing her.
"Just what do you think you're doing? You know you're not really going to seduce me. Stop being silly."
"Michelle."
"What?"
"Be quiet."
With that a pair of fingers slipped between Michelle's lips. She opened her eyes wide with shock. He wouldn't, she told herself. He's teasing me, she assured herself. She gasped as his fingers did unmentionable things to her.
"Brandon," she wailed.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to stop that?"
Silence was her answer. After all, two fingers gently stroking in a very sensitive area made no noise. Michelle did, but not the fingers.
She could feel Brandon settling between her legs, kneeling behind her. Then his cock was there, at first, just lightly touching. Then it was pressing against her. Fingers deftly parted her lips a little. Just a little but far enough for his cock to start slipping between them.
She lay there, eyes open wide, finding it hard to credit what was happening. Slowly but surely Brandon drove his cock into her, sinking deep. She could feel him inside her, rubbing against her passage, awaking her body against her will, making his way deep into her. She shuddered slightly as she felt his groin slowly connect with her own.
"You right about one thing, Michelle."
"What's that?"
"It's still a little too hot. Far too hot for any energetic exercise."
"You're going to stop?" There was a hopeful note in her voice. At least, she hoped it sounded hopeful.
"Don't be silly. It just means that we're going to have to be content with non-energetic exercise."
To demonstrate what he meant Brandon started moving slowly, almost lethargically, pulling back and then sliding back home in a comfortable manner. That was the start of a long slow process. Michelle was, she knew, getting fucked. She hadn't, in her wildest dreams, imagined that she'd be fucked in slow motion.
Michelle found that just because things were happening slowly it didn't mean that they weren't happening. The arousal of her body was taking place. She was finding she was wanting what was happening, physically, at least. There didn't seem to be much passion in what Brandon was doing to her but there was excitement. Each slow stroke was adding a tiny increment to the one before.
Pushing back against Brandon as he slid home Michelle had to concede he was right about one thing. It was too hot. Unfortunately, that heat seemed to be growing inside her. She could hear herself moaning softly, pleasurably, enjoying the slow rasping of flesh against flesh.
Part of her wanted to speed things up, to build on that slow excitement, to hurry things through to their natural climax. Another part was content to just gently rock in place, relishing the loving she was receiving. The heat of the day was sufficient to keep this second part in firm control.
Time passed slowly and her excitement built the same way. But time did pass and her excitement did build. Each tiny escalation remained, and all those little touches were starting to add up to something fierce clawing at her loins. Her soft moaning was now taking on a needy touch, her body fully aroused and wanting.
It was a relief when Brandon gasped and started putting some effort into what he was doing. She was so tense, her nerves wound so tight, that that extra effort was all that was required to push her over the edge. She climaxed, pleased to be doing so, surprised to be doing so in what was a relatively calm manner. Calm or frantic, it didn't matter, pleasure was burning through her and the release left her shaking and sighing.
She slumped down on the couch, feeling Brandon settling down next to her, his hands running lightly over her.
"So why are you lying here on such a hot day with just a fan? Why not turn on the air conditioner? Have you turned into a rabid climate saver and don't want to waist the resources?"
"Screw the climate. I have solar panels anyway. They're more than enough to power the air conditioner, if it would fucking work. I mentioned that when you came in."
"So you did. I guess something must have been distracting me. Silly question, I know, but have you asked for a repairman to come out?"
"A very silly question. Next week, they said."
"You didn't try a different shop or contact?"
"What's the use? According to the shop I called they're all flat out. The sudden heat took everyone by surprise and everyone who put off repairs is now scrambling to get them done."
"Well, it's not what you know, but who you know. Who do you know who's a qualified repairman?"
"No-one!"
"I don't know about that. You seemed to be knowing me quite well a few minutes ago."
Memory rose. Michael telling her Brandon had achieved his qualifications.
"You're an appliance repairman? Brandon, fix the damned thing and I'll love you forever."
"I don't know about forever," laughed Brandon, "but all night will be acceptable."
Uncle Geoff Helps out His Niece
Sara paraded in front of her uncle, showing off her new outfit. The short skirt and tight tank top showed off her firm, teen curves. Sara had just turned 18 and was going out with her older boyfriend, whom Geoff didn't much care for. Sara's parents were out of town for the week and Sara was staying with her favorite uncle while they were gone.
"Well, Uncle Geoff, how do I look?" she asked, giggling as she spun like a runway model. Geoff's eyes took in his niece's beautiful body.
"You look stunning, Sara, very hot," he replied, smiling. Sara giggled,
giving her uncle a hug. Geoff could not help but feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, then kissed the top of her head. Just then a horn blew. "Go on, have fun," he said, playfully slapping her ass as she started for the door. Sara turned back, smiling, and then hurried off. Geoff frowned to himself. He wasn't a big fan of her boyfriend. Sara's body had only recently developed and in just the past year, her 5'6 frame had gone from a skinny teen into the body of a sensual woman. Her waist remained the same as her hips widened and her breasts grew from a 32B into a 34D. Geoff worried that her 24-year-old boyfriend wanted more than she was ready to give.
After cleaning up and doing some paperwork, Geoff had just settled down for the night to watch some TV when the door suddenly opened. Sara came in, crying. Geoff glanced at his watch; it was only 10:35. He had expected Sara to be out until 12 or 1:00 at the earliest. Geoff stood up, taking his crying niece into his arms, holding her.
"What's the matter, Sara, what happened?" Geoff asked, trying to comfort his niece.
"B-B-Bill broke up with me. I'm so embarrassed," she said through her tears. Geoff held her tightly, his hands caressing her back, trying his best to calm her down.
"Do you want to talk about it? What happened?" he asked. Sara looked up at her uncle, wanting to talk to him, then stopped, rubbing her face against his chest, trying to dry the tears from her cheek. "Sara, you know the rule. What happens here, stays here. Whatever you tell me is between you and me, and no one else." Sara looked up, trying to smile, nodding her head.
"I know, Uncle Geoff." They walked over to the couch, sitting next to each other; Sara sitting crossed leg on the couch, her skirt at the top of her thighs. The tight, spandex tank top hugged her breasts, heaving as she breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure. Geoff took her hands in his, resting them in her lap. He looked at her deeply, wanting to fix whatever was upsetting her. Sara smiled briefly, and then continued, "Bill wanted me to, um, have sex with him... you know." Geoff nodded, not saying anything, letting her go on. "We were in a room by ourselves. I told him I didn't want to and he began yelling at me, calling me names. I know the other people at the party could hear him," she said in between her sobbing. "I finally got him to drive me home. It was so embarrassing to walk past all his friends after that. I could have died right then." Geoff squeezed her hands, kissing the top of her head.
"Its all right, Sara. You did exactly right. Sex, uummmm, making love is just for when you're both ready. If either of you aren't ready, then its not the right time. Besides...," Geoff said, smiling, "I never really did like Bill that much." Sara looked up at her uncle, trying to smile through her tears. She leaned up to him, kissing his cheek tenderly. Geoff thought she was about to say something else, when she stopped, sliding down onto the couch, resting her head on her uncle's lap. Geoff slid his hand over her side, past her hips, trying to comfort his niece. Every so often, Sara would look up at him, as if about to say something, and then stop. This went on for about a half hour, until Geoff finally had had enough.
"Sara, what is it, what else happened?" Geoff asked firmly. "What do you want to tell me?" Sara looked up at him, unsure as to what to say. "Sara, its all right, you can tell me, you know that. Remember when you snuck out of your house and I had to help you back in, that morning, without your parents knowing? They still don't know." Sara looked up at her uncle, and then began crying again, even harder this time. 'Tell me, Sara. What happened?"
"Wh-wh-when we were leaving the party, her voice breaking up as she spoke, "he said I gave the worst blow jobs he'd ever had, and I know people heard it." She buried her face against his lap, crying even harder. Geoff didn't know what to say. He tried to shake the vision of his niece sucking Bill's hard cock from his mind.
"He was just mad, I'm sure he didn't really mean it," Geoff said, not really knowing what to say. Sara looked up, her face drenched with her tears, shaking her head.
"He did, I know he did. I-I-I've only done it a few times and he complained every time. He always had some reason to complain. I can't even suck right," Sara said, weeping. Geoff pulled her up to him, his arms slipping around her trembling young body, holding her to him. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just held her, tightly, kissing the top of her head.
After a few minutes, Sara looked up at her uncle. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest. "Uncle Geoff, could I ask you something?" she asked bashfully. Geoff looked down into her eyes, nodding. "You've had lots of girlfriends, right?" Geoff nodded again, letting her continue. "C-C-Could you teach me how to give a blowjob, please." Geoff looked down in shock, unable to say anything. Sara sat up on her knees, taking his hands in hers. "Please, Uncle Geoff. You've had lots of them, haven't you?"
Geoff stumbled over his words. Yes, he has had lots of girlfriends and lots of blowjobs. Geoff dated a lot and always seemed to be with a beautiful and sexy woman. Sara was often envious of them, of how Geoff gave them all his attention. She had often imagined her uncle with one of his girlfriends in bed, doing the things she had only fantasized about.
"Please, Uncle Geoff. I was so embarrassed. I know everyone heard him say that. Can't you just show me how it's done, what makes it good?" she pleaded.
Geoff tried to think of some reason not to, but all he could think of was his sweet, innocent niece asking for his help with something that was very important to her. He paused for a moment, and then nodded.
"OK, I'll show you, but you have to promise, this is just between you and me. NO ONE can know. Do you promise?"
Sara smiled slowly, for the first time since she came home, "I promise, Uncle Geoff." Sara gave her uncle a big hug, then settled beside him as he turned on the TV to the internet. Geoff found a porn video site and clicked on a 37 minute video. Sara watched intensely as the buxom blonde slipped onto her knees, pushing down the pants of the well built man. She had watched some porn videos before, but was really trying to watch this one, to see how the woman sucked his cock. The man's cock was bigger than her boyfriend. Sara watched as the woman tongues the cock first, then took the entire hard shaft into her mouth. This went on for about five minutes as Sara watched, her uncle's hand gently, tenderly caressing her back.
"Can I try now, Uncle Geoff, please," Sara begged, wanting to try. Geoff smiled, then nodded.
"Sure Sara, but remember, this is between just you and me. Sara smiled broadly, then slipped onto the floor, between his legs, on her hands and knees. The breasts swayed as the low cut tank top exposed the tops of her large breasts to his gaze. Sara giggled as her fingers unbuckled her uncle's pants. Her fingers wrapped around the hard shaft, slipping it out of his pants. Sara gasped at the size. It was so much bigger and thicker than her boyfriend's cock. Sara looked at the hard cock, as if studying the shape and form. She smiled as the cock twitched to her touch.
"Oh gd, its so much bigger than Bill's", Sara said softly, her eyes wide with excitement. Geoff smiled to himself, thinking, "I bet he did have a little dick!"
"Now, slide your tongue around the head, Sara. See how I react." Sara slid her tongue around the sides and over the tip of her uncle's cock, noting its reaction.
She looked up at Geoff, "Is that good, uncle Geoff?" giggling. Geoff smiled to himself. He knew this was wrong, but Sara looked so happy.
"Yes, baby, that's good. Now, slide your tongue over different parts; see how it responds. I want you to learn it on your own." Geoff slid his fingers through his sexy niece's hair as she opened her mouth, taking only about half her uncle's cock before gagging. "Careful, Sara, careful. Take it slowly, at first." Sara looked up at her uncle, smiling, and then wrapped her lips around the hard shaft, bobbing her head as she had seen in the videos on the internet. She fondled his balls like the girl had done, gently caressing his sack in her fingers. Geoff moaned softly; Sara could hear his breathing deepening. "Now, look up at me, Sara. Slide your tongue along the bottom of my cock and look up at me." Sara, did as she was told, her fingers gripping the thick shaft as she t
ongues the sensitive underside of her uncle's cock, looking into his eyes
For the first time, she was enjoying sucking. The few times she had sucked her boyfriend's, she didn't really like it. It was something she had to do, something he made her do, but now, she wanted to do it. Sara wanted to feel her uncle's cock in her mouth, making him happy. Geoff's fingers gripped his niece's hair, guiding her head up and down his cock. She could feel his shaft growing harder, thicker in her mouth. She knew she was pleasing her uncle.
"Now, slide your tongue over my balls, Sara, take them in your mouth," Geoff moaned. Sara could tell he was struggling with his breathing. Her thin fingers wrapped around the hard shaft as she let his balls slip gently into her mouth. "Careful, gently," Geoff moaned, as he felt his sexy niece roll her tongue over his balls.