Short Stories by Kristen

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I rolled out of bed, shivered, and tugged a bathrobe on. In the hall the thermostat confirmed it was ten degrees above freezing. Damn. The furnace was out again? Ten minutes later I found the problem. The oil-fired furnace was on the blink. While talented, my skills did not include furnace repair, thus, another ten minutes and I had a fire roaring in the living room casting off welcome heat. Michelle was in my bed buried under the quilt and eyes peeking out when I returned. Her hand burrowed between us and gently took hold of my shaft. She squeezed and guided the tip to press against her pussy. I leaked and swelled and hunched automatically, my crown sliding along her cleft and into the natural gap at her crotch. Michelle closed her legs trapping me, squeezing me. Damn it felt good. How's this for reason?" she responds. "If you pay attention and you do everything I tell you, I'll give you a reward when we're alone." Look! Watch, Mitch," she instructed. "Dracula eats snowballs!" she exclaimed lobbing another, Dracula jumping and snapping the snowball, his snout covered in white.

This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. MOVEMENT SHOOK THE BED waking me. Dracula flopped down heavily on my feet. Opening my eyes I saw Michelle standing in the doorway shivering.

We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" I asked in awe. I'd never have suspected a ten-year-old girl could be so stunning, so sexy.

Half an hour later Michelle's regular breathing and relaxed body told me she was asleep. I was far from asleep. Once again I'd discovered a little bit of heaven. Holding her, I was reminded how petite she was, slender and reed-like, hardly an ounce of extra skin on her bones. Sweet Jesus, Michelle was cumming! My niece was climaxing in my arms, her pussy jerking against my aching shaft and crown, a quiet, gasping orgasm that thrilled me beyond measure. It was magnificent, sexy and erotic, and I let my restraint go gladly. It took no effort whatsoever to succumb and welcome sweet pleasure. Holding her small, trembling, climaxing body tightly to me, my erection swelled. Pressure built. Urgent desire emerged. Time stood still for a micro-second. Smiling and sporting an erection that felt like it could split at any moment, I asked, "Can I try?" He was very careful around her. He never touched her. He didn't brush against her, hug her or sit near her. It was almost like he was scared of her except that his eyes were so caring. She was confused and knew who to ask about it. Scrabbling disrupted the silence. A silver bullet tore around the corner of the house. Warmth flooded me. I smiled.

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Dracula, come!" I yelled, heading down to the stable. I'd feed the horses early so I could take the rest of the day off; assuming I didn't need to shovel the roof again. I glanced down and became even harder. Her hand was so obviously young. It rested over my crotch right on top of a constrained erection and the sight was inordinately erotic. Michelle looked at me intently and brought her mouth to mine. Soft lips touched again. Her breath wafted gently against my cheek. I felt her lips part slightly and a deep, deep shudder shook me when her little tongue touched my lips. For the next little while, with occasional prompting, Michelle talked softly. What she revealed cast my brother and Margie in a radically different light. It took some adjustment to come to terms with it and it didn't sound anything like sexual interference to me.

Then her eyes opened slowly. Pale olive green stared at me. I watched realization hit her; she was in my bed. She smiled softly. "Morning, Mitch." I WASN'T USED TO the cacophony of cities. The urgent rush of pedestrians along the wet sidewalks with heads bent against blustery autumn rain, some fighting wayward umbrellas, others holding folded newspapers over their heads as if keeping their hair dry was more important than keeping their clothes dry, was all strange to me. It had been too long. And..." I look up with dread, realizing she hasn't finished yet. "You have to play it off like it's been a great time after every time you babysit me. You convince them to go out again, and I won't tell... Simple as that." SHIVERING FROM THE HOWLING wind and driving snow, I waited for Dracula to do his stuff. He was completely unaffected by the weather, snow dusting his eyebrows making him look like an old dog, tongue lolling as he smiled at my discomfort before moving away on the trail of another scent, tail wagging.She'd watched Uncle Mitch interact with other people when they'd gone shopping and seen how he was polite and respected by others, but he was cool. The remoteness he exuded was palpable, a "don't get near me" aura. Yet, when he was with her, or Dracula, or Kevin, or the horses, he showed deep care and spoke gently. Michelle couldn't remember him raising his voice. The past three months with Uncle Mitch had been eye-opening. He was nothing like Dad had been yet was totally the same. He was much younger and had brown eyes, not green. He was lean and ropy and taller than Dad had been. Yet in his manner he was the same. He had that same gentle streak, like a hidden pearl of his personality that he only revealed to her.

But when I started pulling her panties down, Michelle lifted her bum. Easing her panties down her bum, I was fixated on the incredible mound her pussy made in the front. It seemed so ripe on her young body, so plump, lush, mouth-wateringly sexy. The snow's too deep, Mitch. If we don't remove some of the snow from the stable roof the weight might cave it in. Sheeeit, I've never seen so much snow at one time." Miss Lange," Kevin greeted her with a smile. He liked Michelle. She was a sweet girl with rather penetrating eyes and an incurable curiosity. Wind made the stable door creak as it swung on rusty hinges. The breeze was icy. We were in for our first snow, a winter storm bearing down on us. Every year it seemed to arrive later. I'd watch the snow caps spread down the mountains towards us through autumn, and winter would arrive with a bang. This year, according to the weatherman, it promised to be an epic arrival.Forced, reluctant, and rough one-shot. See tags for full kink list.) Language: English Words: 4,257 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 387 Bookmarks: 60 Hits: 30,167 It was when you start jokingly looking for a job in the “community” was it told your loans were bought and you would be working at “your own” private practice. Your agreement was that you would record all your visits and leave detailed notes. You arrive at your office and your nurse and partner Celina is already there getting the place ready. She is a Hispanic female, more athletic build then you dark hair and bigger breast. She shares your same taste but she is bi.