My Uncle Joe (straight, incest)

Frank's sex story
It' s about a teenage girl who finds out about sex the easy way--from her Uncle Joe--who had married her mom's sister, the teen's aunt. The aunt died of cancer and the young uncle found a new outlet for his sex drive. The uncle finds out about the high school senior's sexuality by accident. They spend a long hot summer in his attic room (at least once a week).



I turned 16 in April and I would be going into the 12th grade in Sept. I would graduate at 17 and go on to college. It was mid-summer and I spent my time either at the lake or at the city swimming pool. It was kind of neat to just relax. I had been working hard—taking college prep courses for three years.
My Mom’s older sister, Alice, had died and Dad and Mom had asked her husband, Joe, to come live with us. The cancer cost had wiped out his bank account and my ‘Uncle’ Joe had lost the house. He still had his job but wow was he in debt. Our house had an attic room and Joe lived up there. Actually it was kind of nice—he had his own bathroom—small but it was his. He had room for a TV and a small microwave. I had been up there just once after he had moved in. Uncle Joe ate one meal with us. He fixed his own breakfast and just had soup or something light for supper.
One weekend in August, Dad, Mom, and my little brother, Billy, went to the mountains for the weekend. I had a meeting planned with my classmates. We were going to the Miniature golf course and then just go to the city park and hang out. It would be fun. Our day was almost over and we were at the park getting ready to go home. A really handsome guy walked into the park and introduced himself. He was from Kansas City and his dad had been transferred. He was going to go to school this last year here in our little town. He was not happy you could tell. We talked for about 20 minutes and we all had to leave—the sun was going down.
When I got home it was dark. And Uncle Joe’s car was gone. I decided to go upstairs to my room and watch a movie. It was quiet—I was all alone. As I watched this romantic movie featuring one of the new younger stars, I noticed a resemblance of the young male actor to the guy we had met in the park. As I watched, I fantasized. I was in my pajamas and very comfortable, I started rubbing my crouch as I watched the movie unfold. The sex scene made me horny. I slipped my pajama bottoms down and started fingering myself. I no longer payed any attention to the movie—I was thinking of the guy in the park. I started moving my hand faster and faster—I moaned a little. I felt the finish coming. I moved my fingers faster. I moaned louder. I didn’t care. I was alone.
Suddenly I finished and made one rather loud moan. I lay back exhausted. I opened my eyes and there was Uncle Joe standing in the doorway. “I heard the noise and came down to see if anything was wrong. I’m sorry if I bothered you.” He paused, “I guess I didn’t you finished what you were doing.” He smiled a broad smile. Joe was only six years older than me.
“You won’t tell my Mom will you,” I implored him. “Not if you’ll share.” “Uncle Joe, what do you mean share?” He came towards me, “I’ll show you.” He placed his left hand on the back of my neck and pulled me carefully toward him—he kissed me a long hard kiss. I was breathing fast. “What are you doing Uncle Joe?” “Just giving you a practice kiss. It will get better.”
He held me again and this time Joe stuck his tongue in my mouth. I felt myself touching my tongue to his—it was exciting. And exotic—I had never done this before. As he tongued me, he reached his other hand down to my panty-less crouch. I could feel heat from his hand. My pussy was wet. Wet from my masturbating and wet from the sensuous thoughts both from the movie and the nearness of Uncle Joe. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned hard into his hand. Joe started moving his hand slowly. I began to move almost without will—automaticlly. He slowly inserted his index finger into my cunt lips about an inch. It felt fantastic. I started writhing into his finger. And then two fingers. He went deeper. I moved faster. I was humping his leg and hand. I moaned. I heard his zipper go down. I reached inside and pulled his swollen cock outside. It was big. Or I thought it was big. I had nothing to compare it with. My hand would just barely go around it—it was big. I had heard other older girls talk. Joyce was in her second year of college and she had once described her current boyfriend’s cock.
Uncle Joe grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his attic room. He stripped off his clothes as I took of the rest of my pajamas. I had extra large boobs for my age—36 D. We went to his bed—a single. He pressed me down on the bed and got on top. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour—or so it seemed. With his left hand he worked his big cock into my vagina. It didn’t want to go. “Hold on.” He got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a tube of lubricant. It was a soothing burn ointment—mentholated. He rubbed it on his big cock and tried again. This time it went in further. He started moving up and down. It hurt but the ‘coolness’ of the ointment felt good. I gritted my teeth and said to myself, I’m going to get through this. I gotta do it sometime so it might as well be now. Pain or no pain. Uncle Joe was caring and penetrated slowly—a small thrust at a time. After a few faster thrusts it started to feel good. The pain was gone. I was the instigator; I put both hands on his ass and pulled him into me. I could feel my pussy tear. Or is seemed to tear. But now it was beginning to feel even better than my fingers when I masturbated.
He started moving a bit faster—I matched him thrust for thrust. Soon he was in almost all the way. I began to feel something far better than my two-finger masturbation. I moved in unison. It was great. I could feel myself cumming to a climax. “Uncle Joe. Go faster. Faster.” He did. And now he was in all the way. I could feel myself cumming. I yelled at him, “Go Joe. Go. Harder. More.” Suddenly I exploded. And so did Joe. “Keep going. I need it one more time.” Joe kept going. Soon we were both panting and struggling—struggling hard. “I’m cumming again Joe. Again. I can feel it. Here I go. I’m going. Don’t stop.”
We both exploded at the same time—he pulled out after a short rest. There was cum everywhere. Wow. We cleaned up and were watching TV in his room. I had my pajamas back on. We were going to wait a couple of hours and do it again. We heard a car engine outside. I peeked out—it was my parents and Billy—it was raining and Joe and I didn’t even know it. They had come home early. I quickly ran down the attic stairs and into my room and crawled into bed.
A few minutes later Mom peeked in—it looked like I was sound asleep. Mom carefully closed my door. For the next nine months of my last H.S. year, I'd sneak upstairs when I was horny. Uncle Joe always obliged. He seemed to be able to get a hard on anytime he wanted. I would roll up a big blanket and put it in my bed and then tip-toe upstairs to Uncle Joe’s room. Often not coming down until almost breakfast time—we never got caught. Plus I had learned to stifle my moaning.
The next summer was the same way—I was upstairs every chance I got—Uncle Joe said he must have gone through a gross of Trojans. Maybe we did. We both laughed.
I went to college in Massachusetts and when I came home for Christmas, the first chance I got, I snuck up to his attic room. It was empty. Without seeming too curious I learned that Joe had found a new job with a lot more money and more responsibility in New York. I slipped into Dad’s library office and found a letter—I copied down the address. When I got back to college the first of the year, I took a bus down to Manhattan. I found Uncle Joe’s apartment. I talked to the manager telling him that Joe was my uncle and he let me in. Uncle Joe got home around 5:30–I was in his bed sitting up—naked. He was startled but then said, “Where did you come from?” He had a big smile.
I said, “The Good Fairy brought me.” Uncle Joe said, “Let me get out my big Magic Wand and we’ll celebrate.” He dropped his pants and shorts and came towards the bed—he already had a huge hard on—it seemed bigger than back in the attic room. With his left hand, he waved it like a Wand. I threw the sheet off and spread my legs. It seemed like last summer all over again except he was bigger—Uncle Joe's cock really had grown.
“How come it seems bigger?” He laughed, “I bought some Viagra. I don’t know if it is any bigger but it's certainly harder and I can cum more and longer.
I bought a set of ten bus tickets at a large discount plus I got them at student price. A great deal for all. And to think I had 2 ½ more years to go for my degree. We joked and said ‘let’s go through a gross of Trojans again.’
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