Forbidden Stuff (Stuffed #4)

Chapter 1

"Now you do everything your uncle tells you to, you hear me?"

"Yes, Mother," Brenda replied obediently.

Uncle John could barely believe his good fortune. His stepsister April was leaving her delectable daughter, freshly eighteen, with him for the next year while she went away on business!

Apparently April had blocked out all the fun they’d had growing up together, but he well remembered his experimentation with his stepsister.

.. and now she was leaving her daughter, her spitting image, with him!

He just smiled and tried to look as responsible as possible while his stepsister said goodbye.

Brenda was a total innocent, everything about her said 'untouched'.

Her mother had kept her homeschooled and without much of a social life.

.. everything was about God and Christianity.

John was amused that his stepsister had become such a vehement born-again-Christian, especially when she'd been so wild growing up.

But perhaps that was part of it... she hadn't wanted for her daughter to make the same mistakes she had in life.

April had gotten pregnant at sixteen, and the father had cut out long before Brenda was even born. April had done a very good job of raising her daughter in total innocence, and for some reason trusted her stepbrother enough to take care of Brenda in her absence.

Well that was true enough, he'd make sure Brenda didn't get pregnant... birth control pills in her drink every morning from now on! Of course, he still wouldn't be able to fuck her for the first month, but there were plenty of other things that he could do in the meantime.

He smiled benignly as his stepsister drove away.

Brenda was enjoying living with her Uncle John, he was so very kind and helpful, showing her things around town and making sure that she was always occupied.

He was also very playful, she'd found, and she always had good fun wrestling with him.

Sometimes his hands would touch her in places that she found a little uncomfortable, but after all, he was her uncle, he wouldn't do something like that on purpose.

At night they would cuddle up and watch a movie, his fingers stroking along her arm making her skin tingle.

Then one night he suggested a poker game... and gave her a sweet juice drink with a very full taste.

"What is this?" she asked, liking the tang of it.

"It's called a Pineapple Upside Down Cake," explained Uncle John.

Halfway through the game Brenda was feeling very warm, talking a lot and giggling incessantly. Uncle John seemed to be looking at her strangely though. She wanted to ask why but she didn't seem to be able to form the question.

"I know," he said, "why don't we up the stakes a bit, hmmm? Let's play some strip poker."

"Strip poker?" Brenda asked doubtfully. Her mind was buzzing but it seemed like there was something wrong with that.

"Yeah," he answered with a smile, his voice charmingly convincing, "It's not really poker with just chips... you have to have real stakes to make it an exciting game."

Well, that seemed to make sense.

"Okay," said Brenda, taking another gulp of her drink. It tasted smooth and rich. She giggled, feeling a little light-headed. "How do we play?"

"Every hand, whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing."

"Oh..." said Brenda, getting quiet very quickly. She tried to think very hard about what was wrong with this idea. She knew that something was.

"Don't chicken out on me now, girl," her Uncle John said, laughing. Laughing at her, it seemed.

A flash of anger hit her from somewhere deep down. "I'm not."

"Okay then." He smirked at her and dealt the cards.

Brenda lost the first hand. Thinking very hard, she took off a sock. Her uncle was disappointed, but he covered it well. She lost the next hand too, taking off her other sock. When she lost the third hand, she just sat there, slightly flushed. Finally, after much teasing, she pulled off her shirt.

Although she didn't notice it, her Uncle John was staring hungrily at her breasts, small and pert and gently cupped by her bra, all through the next hand. Which he lost. He removed a sock as she crowed with glee, bouncing in her chair and causing her small breasts to jiggle enticingly.

When she lost the next hand, she had to think very hard before deciding to remove her pants. She was still wearing underwear, after all.

John was both disappointed and aroused by her plain cotton panties.

He'd have liked to see more, but they also reaffirmed her innocence, cupping her young flesh ever so gently.

Brenda was feeling very nervous though, even through her alcoholic haze, and John noticed, so he made sure to lose the next round and take off his own shirt.

Then he won and Brenda sat there.

"Come on, honey," he coaxed. "Don't be such a chicken, I don't have anything covering my upper body at all, now do I?"

It took some effort for Brenda to focus, but she saw the truth of his words. Hesitantly, she reached behind herself and undid her bra, letting her pert breasts fall out. Cool air brushed across her nipples, making them harden slightly. Blushing, she tried to cover herself with her hands.

"It's okay, sweetie," Uncle John said laughingly, "you don't have anything I haven't seen before."

Pink-cheeked, Brenda realized that he was speaking the truth.

It did make sense to her now, drunken sense, but that was the only kind she had at the moment.

Slowly she let her hands fall from her small, pale breasts and John stared at them hungrily.

They were so young and firm, little handfuls with sweet pink nipples.

.. and distracting enough that he lost the next hand without meaning to.

So he removed his pants, thankful that his boxers were pretty good at hiding his swollen cock. He wasn't sure just how innocent or drunk Brenda was. She was getting used to having her breasts displayed though, not even blushing anymore or noticing as they jiggled in the air.

Then she lost the next round. Now there was no pink her cheeks, she was very pale.

"I can't," she said, standing next to the table, "I just can't."

"Come on, honey," John said firmly. "You lost, that means you have to take off everything."

"It's wrong," she said stubbornly. It was one thought that she'd managed to find in her drunken haze and she was holding onto it.

John could see that she wasn't going to give in on this one easily. Sighing, he thought quickly.

"Well you can't just have no penalty..." he said, pretending to think hard. "Okay, how about you don't have to take off your panties, but I get to touch you."

"Touch me?" she repeated.

"Yeah, just a little bit." He smiled encouragingly. "And I won't do anything that you don't like, I promise."

Brenda thought hard for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay… that seems fair."

"Good!" John exclaimed. "Then come here and sit on my lap.

Brenda walked forward unsteadily, practically falling onto him.

John settled his niece so that she was straddling his waist, those pretty pert breasts right in his face.

He slid his hands down her back, savoring the feel of her young, soft skin then his hands slid up her sides and he was cupping her breasts.

"Wait...” Something was wrong, she knew something was wrong.

"It's okay, honey," John said, rubbing his fingers across her nipples and bringing them to full hardness.

Brenda moaned a little, her unfocused eyes looking at her uncle in confusion.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" Brenda gasped as he squeezed her breasts.

"If it feels good, don't you like it?" And he pinched her nipples, continuing to squeeze her tender breast flesh. Brenda was starting to rub her pussy against him without even realizing it, a wet spot forming on the crotch of her panties.

"Yeah I do, I guess." She sighed, feeling like there was something wrong but not able to figure out what it was.

John leaned forward and took one pert nipple into his mouth, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue.

Brenda gasped and began to rub herself against his thigh even harder.

It felt so good, sending a rush of energy through her pussy and she shivered from the unfamiliar sensations running through her.

Her hands were on the back of his head without her realizing it, pressing him more firmly into her breasts as he began to pinch and twist her other nipple.

Biting down on the tender bud, John pulled his head back, making her back arch as her nipple stretched. She let out a cry of half pain, half pleasure until he let the tender nubbin pop out of his mouth.

"So if it feels good and you like it, then you want it, right?" he said conversationally, before lowering his head to her other nipple.

"Oh god, yes..." Brenda moaned. She was practically humping him now, her pussy splayed and wet, rubbing against his hard dick through the thin fabric of her panties and his boxers.

John kept playing with her breasts, his mouth and hands becoming rougher as his niece rubbed herself against him. When she began to come, her small, young body thrashing on top of him, John couldn't help but come too.

Finally she sagged on top of him, murmuring, "I don't know if I feel so good now..."

The alcohol had gotten to her. Carefully, John picked her up in his arms, one hand cradling her firm ass through her panties and the other wrapped around her back and cupping her breast. He continued to squeeze and rub her young flesh as he took her upstairs, practically passed out in his arms. Laying her down on the bed, he somewhat regretted that she was passed out.

He had no inclination to play with her knocked out like that.

Sighing, he decided to go shower off, since he'd made such a mess in his boxers.