Relation Relations
by Tesseract
I answered the doorbell, expecting to have to dismiss some annoying politician running around the neighborhood looking for votes, or some door to door bloodsuckers who, if you were kind enough to drop some cash on them, repaid you in any of several painful ways, such as repeat begging, or selling your address as a 'donator' to other organized bloodsuckers, or both; but when I saw who it was, I was shocked to my very bones. There was my neice, Lauren, begging for me to let her inside!
Reaction being automatic, I bade her into my abode. That she even knew my address was the first shock. She had never been to my house before, not even as a baby.
I put on the coffee maker and asked Lauren to sit down on one of the two stools of my kitchenette. When she seemed comfortable, I asked as disarmingly as I knew how, "So, needless to say I'm surprised to see you. I didn't think you even knew exactly where I lived." I left the question unasked.
Lauren seemed to search for the right words to say, and I think she was thankful that she could take over the coffee duties as a way to delay the inevitable.
Finally, after pouring out a pair of cups, and instinctively reaching up to the cupboard where the Sweet & Low was, Lauren had completed all the preliminaries, and she needed no more coaxing from me, asking, "I suppose you want to know what I'm doing here?"
I only nodded. I sensed that now was not the time for some clever repartee.
My sixteen year old neice, I was convinced, was having boy problems, and I wondered why she was coming to me at all. More surprisingly, I found myself checking her out - nothing special - just the kind of eyeballing that any male does in the presence of a sexy young female.
Lauren had really sprouted since I last saw her, almost a year ago. Her long brunette hair with red highlights cascaded from a lovely oval face and was brushed aside naturally by two wonderful, sprouting "C" cups which, at her height, now about 5'8", jutted invitingly towards me.
But I had avoided her purposely for the last seven years, as much as possible, and the building firmness in my pants told me exactly why I was right to do so. I needed to get hold of - no, that's not the right term - I need to be firm - Whoops! I mean I need to take control of the situation before I became diverted.
God, she was so sexy, I'm glad she wore pants instead of some short school skirt!
When Lauren next spoke, it was to answer the question that hadn't been asked yet. She said, "I need a place to stay for a while until I decide what I'm going to do."
The look of utter astonishment on my face told her that she needed to expand on that bombshell.
It was 'boy' trouble alright, but not the kind I expected.
"Daddy still spanks me. and he takes off my pants!" Lauren confessed, almost breaking into tears.
My sister is her mom, so I naturally asked, "What's your mother doing about it?"
She answered, "He never does it when she's AROUND, and he has denied it every time. Then, the next time, he hits me more."
Lauren's father was a drinker, but he never seemed to me to be incestuous, so I asked Lauren if there was more; like, was there any pretense for the punishment, or was he just touching her?
"To be honest, Uncle Ted, there ARE issues, but daddy shouldn't be taking off my pants and feeling my ass as he punishes me." Lauren explained.
"And you're telling me that Rhonda isn't doing anything about it?" I asked unbelievingly.
"Mommy is a slave to her pot, and she seems to believe daddy over me," countered Lauren.
"Well, THIS situation is impossible," I countered, "because they know that if you stayed here, I would have heard the dirt on them."
"Na-uh," Lauren squeaked, "It could work. They've got. that is, they know you won't talk to anyone."
"Why do you suppose that is?" I asked, truly bewildered.
Lauren almost didn't want to say it until I forced her hand, but she slowly said, "Well. they know you're gay!"
"THEY KNOW I'M WHAT?" I shouted at this bogus accusation from out of left field.
"I heard mom tell Aunt Julietta to stop trying to fix you up because you were gay. She said so in front of daddy." revealed Lauren.
Julietta is Rhonda's sister-in-law, and now it made perfect sense. After my divorce, I had become annoyed at Julietta's incessant attempts to fix me up, and with totally incompatible women, so I gave Rhonda the go-ahead to tell them all a convenient lie. I guess she let Gil (Lauren's father) believe the same lie, since he is Julietta's brother.
"Lauren, honey," I said, "I was married for six years. Your mother told your aunt that to keep her from continually trying to set me up. Rhonda KNOWS I'm not gay."
Born of instinct upon hearing my assertion, Lauren's eyes gazed down to my firm package, but only for an instant.
Then, to cut the tension and prove my point, I offered, "Here. Call your mother. See if she doesn't go apeshit over the idea of you staying here."

Years ago, when I was fourteen and Rhonda was eleven, we both acquired sexual urges at the same time, and experimentation led to my proving beyond a shadow of doubt that I was heterosexual, as did Rhonda.
It was she who made the first move that night, peeking at me pissing, and when I ordered her to scram, she knew I couldn't turn away from where I was aiming so she just stayed and watched, daring me to do something about it.
When I was finished, my proud member was stealing blood from the rest of my body to engorge itself. Apparently, having my sister staring at it made me feel special, so I sauntered into her room and offered her a closeup.
Rhonda was always a 'hands on' girl, and seeing how I manhandled my schlong without the slightest discomfort, she deduced she could play with it quite easily, and she did!
More so, she induced that familiar clear precum that was so slick for the first few seconds, but because it dried quickly into a sticky goop, I hadn't understood its use yet.
Rhonda knew it wasn't piss, so she offered to put her mouth on it, but only if I put my mouth on her thing.
"But you don't have one!" I naturally countered.
"I'll show you what to lick," Rhonda led me on.
"Okay," I said, "But first you gotta pee so you don't do it in my mouth."
We both experienced our very sexual encounter under the tongue of our sibling, but Rhonda already knew more than me and wouldn't leave it at that.
She explained about how precum, mixed with spit, that would allow me to put my penis into her secret opening, an opening so secret I had my face right there and didn't even notice it!
By the time I had plumbed against Rhonda's maidenhead, my hips automatically felt the necessity to overcome the obstruction and before my sister could object, I saw her face change from pleasure to apprehension to tears as we took each other's virginities.
When, in obvious pain, Rhonda begged, "Wait!" I froze inside her while she dilated.
By the time I tried to ease it out if her, Rhonda was past the worst and ordered me to put it all the way inside her!
Boy, did we ever learn to thrust instinctively!
Since I HAD masturbated before, I knew that what I was getting ready to squirt inside Rhonda wasn't piss, and I was going to say something until she started spasming, while repeating, "Yes," over and over again.
Finally, her 'yeses' died down as my squirts lessened inside her. When we pulled apart and saw the blood, the fact that I shot her full of goo became secondary. We cleaned up the bloodstains as best we could.
But our mom noticed them, assumed that Rhonda had had her first period, and gave her the whole encyclopedia of instructions.
She never let me put it inside her vagina again, although we did '69' for several more months, until Rhonda had to fight me off her. Then, when she REALLY had her first period, she threatened to rat me out if I didn't "grow up", as she put it, and look elsewhere for pussy.
It probably led both of us to have shitty marriages, me quitting after one bad one, Rhonda now on her second one.

Back to the present, Rhonda dialed her mother, if only to test the waters and, naturally enough, Rhonda sobered up as it were and said she would be right over to collect her.
This wasn't going over very well at all for Rhonda, who turned to me in exasperation and asked, "What am I gonna do, Uncle Ted? I don't want to go home right now."
"You haven't mentioned what your father has been punishing you FOR," I said. "You only mentioned that there were issues. Are boys the issues?"
Rhonda looked toward the floor. I had hit the nail on the head.
"Then," I continued, "Your only chance is to get through to your mother. Only a mother can relate to this problem properly. I'm sorry."
I almost let out a sigh of relief, and somhow I knew I would be fantasizing about my neice when I next spanked my monkey.
The conversation became like a confessional in that Lauren told me her side of the sordid story, replete with descriptions of Gil's fingers on her butt and her own failures to achieve pleasure.
"You know about my scar?" Lauren asked.
I said, "Yes, your mother told me about it when I visited you in the hospital."
Lauren had had some bladder problem or urinary tract infection. It is usually treated solely with antibiotics, but apparently Lauren had further complications. The doctors needed to operate, and they were kind enough to make the sideways incision just below her pubis hairline so that she could still wear a bikini without it showing.
But now Lauren was petting heavily on dates, and when boys discovered that scar, they tended to draw the wrong conclusions, many of them seeking just oral sex which was quite insulting to Lauren.
"You seem to be in a race to lose your virginity, baby. Is it because you don't want your father to be first, or are you rebelling?" I asked as if I was her priest.
Telling me more than she needed to, Lauren said, "The doctors had to perform a "D&C" on me because they suspected endometrial infection, and to do so, they removed my maidenhead surgically, so I'm not a virgin anymore."
"But if you haven't gone all the way with a man yet, you really still ARE a virgin honey. Don't discard that simply to spite your parents," I lectured.
Now, I don't know why I used the term 'man' instead of 'boy', but it wasn't lost on my neice. She looked down toward my package to see if she still had my loin's attention.
The clinical side to the conversation spared me any embarassment on that score, but Lauren suddenly became extremely open with me, as if she had a third parent, one who would listen.
Lauren revealed her entire sex life to me, from her first feel-ups to the idiot that she finally went down on - an idiot that rewarded her efforts by cumming all over her face, and NOT reciprocating.
I looked at my watch, suddenly uncomfortable with how long this was taking. My sister had not yet arrived and she was already thirty minutes overdue.
I suggested Lauren call back, which she did.
I heard her side of the conversation: "Hi, dad. Where's mom?. "Sleeping? She was. Oh, well. I'm at Uncle Teddy's. Mom was going to let me know if I can spend the night here."
I almost shit when I heard where Lauren was leading her father.
When she told me her dad wanted to speak with me and she handed me the receiver, I deduced that he hadn't said "no" yet!
Gil made just enough sarcastic references that showed he was a homophobe, so I made just enough sarcastic references to 'punishment' to let him know that his daughter had spilled her guts to me, but instead of demanding that he be allowed to come right over to pick her up, Gil left his daughter 'space', feeling safe because he thought I was gay.
Subconsciously, I felt empathy towards Lauren because her mother and father both should have recognised a crisis and chose to leave her with me.
I just knew that Lauren was going to provoke a response from me, and I had to decide whether to make today a 'hat-trick' of rejection for her or help her achieve the next step in her development.
I finished with Gil by reminding him that if they called back, there was a good chance that they would get a busy signal, and therefore they should leave an E-mail message.
After dinner, I let Lauren tool around on my computer until I realized that I had no parental lockouts. When I joined her, she quickly keyed back to the home page.
We teamed up to score big numbers on my favorite trivia web page, what with her current knowledge, especially in music, TV, and today's movies, and my knowledge of the "ancient" trivia of the 80's and before!
I still had the king size bed from my marriage, and I offered it to Lauren for the night as we prepared for the evening's end. I really had expected to hear from her parents by now, but I guess they didn't have the priorities I envisioned.
Lauren had accepted my invitation, but she misunderstood - I was planning to sleep on ths sofa. She emerged in panties from my private bathroom and jumped under the covers, then told me she was ready.
When I poked my head in the doorway, it was to tell her that I meant she was invited to USE my bed for the evening, not to share it with ME!
"Uncle Teddy, please!" Lauren begged. "The sofa is no place to get any sleep and this bed has awesome extra room. We can place a pillow between us."
After a long pause, I flipped off the light from the doorway switch, then we could hear the familiar sounds of a man disrobing. the belt, the shirt, the pants, and the thud of the shoes.
When I got into bed, I felt for the pillow that was supposed to be between us. It wasn't there.
I took one of my two pillows and placed it between us, then laid down on my side, facing away from my neice, who was eerily quiet already, like she was asleep.
A crisis avoided, I drifted off to sleep, myself.
God knows when, but in the middle of the night, I awakened to the feel of Lauren's cold feet between my legs! Gone was the pillow I had placed between us. I always preferred my home temperature cooler than most people. It didn't dawn on me that Lauren was freezing to death!
Instinctively, as I rolled, Lauren removed her feet. I was facing her now, and as I settled in, my neice rolled towards me so that she ended up spooned against me with only her thin panty separating my penis from her crack!
Naturally, I immediately erected against her, but more importantly, I felt her shivering from the cold, so I draped an arm over her gently and my hand fell upon her breast, which also erected immediately.
I somehow fell off again, but when I next awakened, gone was Lauren's panty and my hot, firm, erection was nestled between her lovely cheeks.
With one last ounce of strength, I rolled away and got up to go to the bathroom, but just like a pet does, Lauren rolled into the warm spot left by my body.
When I noticed this upon my return, I went to the living room and reset the thermostat higher, and I returned to bed, getting in on the side where Lauren began the evening.
Ofcourse, now Lauren felt cold again and migrated towards the heat - the heat that my excited body was generating copiously.
Finally, as if pretending sleep made everything okay, I lowered down the bed, then rolled over on top of my neice as her legs parted.
Breathing was a bit labored under all those covers, but I finally got my face down to Lauren's pubis and began to lick her scar.
It had to be an odd feeling for her, me paying homage to her this way, but nevertheless, she began to grind her hips against my tongue; and when I worked down to her vulva, she grabbed my ears and really shoved up against my face.
I hoped that bringing Lauren off orally would be the medicine that she so much needed, and I felt two or three spasms from her that made me feel I was successful.
When I began to pull away, Lauren begged, "No Uncle Ted, my Teddy bear, I want you too!"
I drifted up her body until I could suckle each of her nipples, meanwhile my penis formed up some precum as it brushed the inside of Lauren's creamy thighs.
Finally, I felt my neice's hand on my penis, aiming it to her opening and I edged forward, lodging the head inside her.
Once the exquisite feeling of her warm tight sheath took effect, my ability to retreat was lost. I sank down inside Lauren and removed her virginity for certain.
Within seconds, as our juices lubricated us, I was pulling back only to plunge inside my neice repeatedly until we were truly fucking like long time lovers.
When I felt her "go" again, at least her third orgasm of the night, my body raced towards one of my own and we became a blur of movement while Lauren encouraged me, "Yes, that's it, Uncle Teddy. Give it all to me. Make me a woman."
She never actually asked me to cum inside her, or mentioned that there was any chance of pregnancy, so I thought that there were two good reasons why she was on the pill. She should have cautioned me, and if she wasn't safe, my sister should have rescued her earlier.
I completed my neice by jetting a week's worth of stored up semen all the way inside her to her cervix, spilling so many soldiers into her womb that if she wasn't on the pill, she'd certainly be impregnated, and at that very moment, I thought to myself, "It serves them right for abandoning their daughter this way."
Ofcourse, now that I've had a taste, and likewsie she, how are we ever gonna stay out of the cookie jar?