Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: Canada
|Introduction: A story about a man who finds a new love in someone he shouldn't, and what happens after. Story is ongoing and if I get enough positive remarks I will post the other chapters here as well.|
From the Ashes.
John sighed as he looked about his room filled with packing boxes and tape. This was just too real for him right now and he was glad Lauren was here to do it instead. He couldn't bare donating all of Grace's stuff. The smell, the feel, the memories would be too powerful for him to be any use. As he stood in the doorway he could already feel the tears starting to well in the corners of his eyes. He had to leave now, before it was too late.
Six months ago, his beautiful wife had been killed by a drunk driver on her way home from her parents. He could still remember vividly, laying in bed at night wondering what was taking her so long and why she wasn't answering her phone. Then the call. The call no one wants to receive. It was the police, notifying him about the accident. They said she was still alive, but they didn't know if she would pull through. By the time he and his thirteen year old daughter had gotten to the hospital, she had passed away from internal bleeding. The sight of his wife on the autopsy table, her chest sewn together and bruises all over her body had shattered his resolve. He cried for two weeks.
With the loss of his soul mate, the woman he loved more then anything else on this planet, he found it hard to function. He neglected his writing, missed deadlines with his publisher, forgot to eat most days, and forced his young daughter to take care of herself at too far a young age. He failed at being a single parent. If it wasn't for his sister, who was also a single parent, and her seventeen year old daughter Lauren, social services surely would have taken his daughter Amy away. He knew he owed them big, but he was still in a very bad place.
It had been Lauren's idea to finally get rid of his wife's clothing and possessions. She had taken him aside one day and basically told him it was going to happen, and that he needed to be prepared for it. He knew she had been right. He had kept the clothes for far too long. Every glance into the closet reminded him of her, paralysing him for a few minutes. They had to go. When the day finally came though, he got anxious and regretted going along with it. Right now he felt like running into his room, gathering as many things as he could, and hiding them. He controlled that urge though as he walked into his home office where Lauren waited for him to return so she could start.
“You okay Uncle?” she asked kindly, pulling him into a gentle hug. He let her hug him, but didn't return it. Right now she was the enemy, even if she was his niece.
“I'll be fine.”
The young woman let go of him and took a step back, looking into his face for the truth. Not able to read the expression on his face she gave a weak smile and flicked her blonde hair behind her shoulder. God she looked so much like her mother, his older sister. From the eyes, the smile, the hair, the figure, even down to the way she walked. He supposed that was normal though. Sara had raised her by herself since she was four months old, when the bastard of a husband had run off with his eighteen year old secretary. Spending so much time together you were bound to pick up on the same habits the other had.
“Alright uncle, well I'm going to get started. I'll try to finish as quick as I can and get those boxes out of the room and into my car,” the girl said, walking past him and out into the hall. John closed his office door. With the blinds closed in here and the lamp off he was isolated in the darkness. He sat down at his desk, not even bothering to open up his laptop. He had thought about doing a bit of writing, to calm his nerves, but the mood was gone. Instead he stared at the picture of his family from their trip to Hawaii a month before the accident.
Amy had just turned thirteen, and as a present they had pulled her out of school for a week to take some much needed family time. Looking at the picture of all those smiling faces he could hardly believe how bad things had gotten in seven months. He, with his arm around his wife, looked fit and rested. His hair was brown with no hint of the grey that had started to pop up over the last few months. You could see some muscle hiding just beneath his skin and remembered how his wife always loved the way he looked naked. And he had loved the way she looked naked.
Grace stood next to him, a wide grin across her angelic face. Her long blonde hair was combed back and in a long pony tail that reached just below her apple shaped ass. His mind trailed elsewhere as he looked on. Closing his eyes he could still see her naked on their bed, her very large breasts firm and perky, her flat stomach moving up and down as she breathed. Her legs spread displaying her pussy to him, a thin strip of dirty blonde hair above it, almost as if pointing to where she wanted him. God he wished he could feel her body underneath him one more time.
They had met when he was twenty six and she had just turned twenty. He had a few sexual partners before her, most of them great. He considered her the best though. The things she could do with her mouth, the way she clenched her muscles while he plowed deep into her, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face while they made love drove him mad.
John shook his head violently, chasing the dangerous thoughts from his mind. It had been so long since he had imagined such things, and even longer since he had released his pent up sexual energy. Every time he thought about masturbating, or finding a woman to have even a one night stand with, he was over come with such depression that he couldn't function. With his daughter on her way back from soccer practice, and Lauren just down the hall, he couldn't afford to get into such a way now.
John thought of his daughter now, thinking how much of a bad father he had been to her lately. He felt sorry that she had to lose her mother at such a rough age, and felt even worse that he had been so emotional that he couldn't take care of her properly. Since Grace's passing, Amy had been raised more by her aunt and cousin then by him. He waited for himself to get back to normal, knowing then he could raise her the way she needed to be. For now thought it was hard. She looked so much like her mother, with the same natural blonde hair, green eyes, and even the same sense of humour. Some days he couldn't look at her without thinking of Grace.
The door to his office opened with a creek and Lauren poked her head in, a worried look on her face. She had promised not to bother him while she was working, and he had been happy for that. Yet here she was, invading his depression for something that he probably didn't need to be bothered with.
“Um John? I've come across... something,” she said softly, obviously not sure what to do.
“What is it?” he asked sadly, knowing that he was probably going to have to deal with this himself. If it was a photo album or something of that nature, she wouldn't want to throw it away, but wouldn't know if she should just put it back or not.
“I'm not sure how to say it...,” she tried to say but trailed off, her eyes not looking at him.
“Show me it.”
The thirty nine year old man followed his teenage niece down the hall into his room where he was shocked to see that most of the closet had been cleaned out already, the clothes and belongings packed neatly into sealed boxes. Looking at the clock told him that he had been stuck in his memories for more then two hours already. Amy would be home soon, and he really wanted these boxes to be gone before then. The thirteen year old didn't need to go something like he was currently in.
“So, you're done?” he asked hopefully. Lauren shook her head sadly and pointed over to a black backpack that was on the floor near the closet opening. He realized instantly what it was, and what was in it. “I'm sorry uncle, I didn't know what was in there! I opened the bag to see if anything in there needed to be sorted.”
John stood there stunned, unsure how to react to such a finding. He had forgotten that bag was in the closet. He never realized Lauren would find it when she was cleaning it out. After the shock wore off he realized Lauren was shaking, worried that she was in a serious amount of trouble. It wasn't her fault, he knew that. He hugged her, rubbing her back to stop her from shaking.
“No I'm sorry,” he said into her ear, “I should have remembered that was there.”
“You're not mad?” the girl asked, looking up into his face while a single tear stained her perfectly tanned skin.
“No I'm not. It's not like you were snooping or anything. You just didn't know that something like that could be in there.”
He let go of the girl and walked over to the bag, picking it up off the carpeted floor. The bag was still open and a few of the contents fell out and dropped to his feet. Cursing he bent down quickly to pick them up, but Lauren had been quicker. Standing up again she held in her hands two metal cased vibrators, a g-spot stimulator, and a cock ring. She stammered a little, trying to say something he couldn't understand, and then roughly threw them back into the bag. Big mistake. The bag toppled from his numb hands and dumped all of it's contents on the floor while she looked on, her cheeks turning pink.
“Oh my god! I am sorry sorry!” she shrieked really fast, too afraid to move. John couldn't help but laugh a little at her odd behaviour. Sure she was young, but surely by now she knew people had things like these.
“Lauren, it's alright, calm down,” he said chuckling, “It's just a bunch of toys! I'm sure you have one of your own.” The seventeen year old girl stopped apologizing suddenly and looked up at him with shock etched all over her wide eyed face, her cheeks flushing pink even more.
“No, no I don't,” she aid quietly, obviously embarrassed, “I've never had a toy.”
“I'm not going to tell your mother, if that's what you're afraid of.”
She looked at him deeply now, seeing that he was smiling for the first time in months and actually laughing. Slowly a smile crept onto her face and the pink melted back into her tan. That was her mother in her. No matter how mad, sad, or embarrassed his sister was when they were growing up, she could get back to normal in almost an instant. He really envied her for that ability.
“I don't have a toy, I'm not old enough to go into the stores that sell them uncle,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling, “And I wasn't weird-ed out by finding these in your closet. I'm not a total idiot when it comes to sex. You and your wife must have had a very... interesting... sex life.”
John looked down at the toys, ropes, and handcuffs scattered at their feet and smiled a little on the inside. It was true, they had had a very interesting sex life. Grace was a dynamo in the sack and opened his world to so many different things in bed. Most times they had sex, Grace would whip out a toy and use it in various different ways that always got him hard.
“Yeah, but I am sure you don't want to know about it,” he laughed. He realized he should probably change the subject. If Jo heard about him discussing his past sexual experiences she would probably kill him.
Lauren looked at him with a funny face for a second, then seemed to realize it and looked away, starting to blush a little again. When she got herself under control a little bit more she turned back to him and pointed down to the books, “What should I do with these.”
“Throw them away I suppose. I doubt The Salvation Army would take them.” Lauren laughed softly at his joke, but never took her eyes off the toys. He realized he was probably making her feel uncomfortable so he turned to leave. He hadn't even gotten to the door before she called him.
“John, do you suppose I can have these?” The question rang in his head for a few moments, his brain trying to figure out if he had just heard her correctly, or if she had been talking about something else. He turned around and found her still looking at the play things on the floor.
“Why... why would you want to do that?” he stammered, taking a step back into the room. Lauren refused to look up at him still, and he wondered what had gotten into her. Why would she need toys anyways? She was a gorgeous young woman and could have any boy at her school in a heartbeat.
“It's like I said, I can't go into the stores that sell them. And I'm sick of using my fingers.”
“Lauren! Jeez I can't know that!” He exclaimed, but the girl didn't even blush this time, or shy away from his sudden outburst. “Look do whatever you want with them. I wouldn't recommend using them though. Don't forget that my wife used them pretty much every other night.”
“That's alright, I don't mind. I found Aunt Grace to be a very attractive woman. When I was younger I would think about how good she looked naked.”
What the fuck was wrong with Lauren? She shouldn't be talking about stuff like this, much less to her uncle. This wasn't even something you told your own parents. Why was she so open to talking about it now though?
“Um, Lauren? Are you gay?” he asked, before his brain could even filter that question. It escaped from his mouth and he was sure he shouldn't have asked. They were family though, and she seemed open to him. So if she was going to tell anyone, then why not him?
“What?” she asked, a little stunned, “No I'm not a lesbian. I'm omnisexual!”
“Omnisexual? What the hell is that?” he wondered allowed.
“I don't see gender. Well I mean I do see it, but it doesn't matter to me. People who are bisexual prefer one sex over the other, but will do it with both. Me on the other hand, don't prefer any one sex.”
Kids and their weird words. He was sure she was making it up, but either way he learned something new about her. He wondered if her mother, Joanna, knew about this. Most likely not. If she had been as open with her mother as she was with him, then John was pretty sure his older sister would have bought her daughter a toy. She was pretty open about the topic and had apparently given Lauren the birds and the bees talk when she was ten.
“I had a huge crush on your wife,” Lauren continued, now looking him in his eyes, seeing his look of confusion, “I'm sorry. She was just really beautiful.”
“She was,” he breathed, tears coming to his eyes and running down his face. Lauren walked over to him and opened her arms up. He accepted the hug and she pulled him close to her body, the tears flowing freely now. Her hug was warm and comforting, and even though she was acting weird right now, he was glad she was there right now.
John could feel her hands move from his back to his neck, pulling him in closer. She didn't stop there though. Her hands made their way to his face and she pulled his head back a little, their eyes a few inches from each other. He could see in her the pain that had been haunting him for so long. She was trying to take as much of it away from him, and he loved her for it.
“You're wife wasn't the only one I found sexy,” she whispered, full of confidence now. She pulled her face to his and their lips met. His brain screamed for him to break from her hold, but the look he saw in her reminded him so much of the way his wife looked when she was seducing him that he couldn't. He craved human contact. Even if it was from his underage niece. He was broken.
She kissed him softly, her lips dancing over his, her hands rubbing his cheeks and neck. She was so tender, so loving. He lost himself in it and her lips parted, her tongue streaking across his. Even though he wanted to feel loved again he couldn't bring himself to open his lips to her tongue. He still knew in the back of his mind that this shouldn't be happening. Keeping his lips closed was the best he could to do assert that though. Lauren was too determined though. Her tongue pried his lips apart and dashed over his teeth, tickling his gums. It was so warm and wet. It felt amazing. It wasn't long before his mouth opened, allowing her full access to it.
Her hands moved down his neck to his chest, over his stomach and down to the waist of his pants where she laced her fingers in, just enough for him to get the hint. He broke the kiss and looked into her hurt face, breathing heavily. His brain was back in control now and he realized how wrong this really was.
“Lauren, stop this. I'm your uncle,” he said, trying to put her down gently. God she looked cute while she pouted. He shook his head, this was no time to glory in how amazing she looked.
“So? I want you, and I can tell you want me too!”
“It's wrong, so wrong. We can't. I'm sorry if in some way I led you on. I didn't mean to.”
She smiled now and his brain took a nose dive. Flicking the hair out of her face she grabbed hold of his shirt in her small hands and pulled him deeper into the room, a sultry look on her face. This girl was determined, he thought, she just wasn't going to take no for an answer.
“You didn't lead me on uncle John. I started this. I wanted this. I know you've been so long without the warmth of a woman, and I could tell it was hurting you. Even mom said you needed to go out and meet someone if you were going to feel better. So I figured this would be the best way. I could get what I want and give you what you need at the same time.”
“We're related for Christs sakes!” he said loudly, more for himself then for her. His cock had already got it's own idea. He realized now he could have avoided that reaction if he had masturbated more often. He was like a teenager now. It controlled him more then he controlled it.
“That doesn't matter to me. I love you John. When I said I would imagine at night what your wife looked like naked, well I never told you the whole thing. I also wondered about you. What you and her looked like naked together. How amazing it would be to watch you two have sex. Or even get in on it myself.”
“Lauren, that doesn't make it any less wrong,” he pleaded, his resolve failing. He needed to leave the room now, or else it would be too late. His legs wouldn't work though. He was rooted on the spot, paralysed by this amazing young girls sultry stare.
“If you really don't want this, then by all means, stop me,” she threatened. She kissed him again, letting her tongue explore each area of his mouth. Still unable to move he could do nothing to stop her. Half his brain was screaming at him to run, while the other, more powerful half was telling him to see this out.
Her hands left his shirt and undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. She then reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his now fully erect cock that was straining to be free. Her little hand felt cool and smooth against his raging member and he trembled a little when she traced a long nail over the head. God this felt amazing. She continued to move her hand back and forth for a few minutes, building up the pressure that would explode if left unchecked.
He felt his knee's getting weak and Lauren noticed him stagger a bit. She released his throbbing cock and lead him by the hand out of the room and back down the hall. He and his daughter lived in a very large house that had six bedrooms, but only two of them had beds in it. So, leading the way, Lauren took him into Amy's room, with it's pink walls and twin sized bed. Lauren sure was considerate. She had taken into account that he might not want to do anything on the bed he used to share with his wife. The thought of doing it where his daughter currently slept though never even occurred to him. His brain had other things to think about now.
The girl put him on the soft bed and laid him out, with his head on the pillow. She took a step back and, without any warning, threw off her shirt. She unclasped her little pink bra and slowly slid it down her arms, throwing it with her discarded shirt. John looked up at her, his heart in his throat. Her breasts were large, upper C cup if he wasn't mistaken. They hung off her body just a little bit and her nipples stuck straight out at him, with a small pink circle around them. They were gorgeous. He also noticed that she had gotten her belly button pierced even though her mother had said no. A small painted lady bug hung from a silver chain from her navel to the waist of her sweat pants.
Still fixated on her ample tits, John almost missed her taking her pants and thong off in one quick motion. Now she stood before him completely naked, her large breasts and shaved pussy open to his eyes. Whatever resolve he might have had left, ran from him at this sight. He was really pleased to see that she tanned naked, because he hated tan lines with a passion.
In a heartbeat she jumped up on the bed, almost tore off his boxers, and positioned her pussy right over the pulsating head of his cock. Without words, she grabbed hold of him and slowly lowered herself onto him, effectively impaling herself. Now he wasn't an unnaturally big guy, with his cock only eight inches long and about three inches thick. For a girl who only stood at five feet four inches, he looked a lot bigger.
The feeling was incredible, so much that he was afraid he was going to blow his load before she got herself halfway down his cock. The feeling of her muscles rippling as she got used to his sheer girth, and the heavy breathing it caused her was like nothing he had ever felt. Inch by inch she finally sat down on him fully, eight inches of himself stuck up her small, tight pussy. She looked him full in the eyes, smiling a little, pain hiding behind her eyes. He felt bad that he was hurting her, but she didn't seem to mind. She pulled herself up until he was about to fall out of her, then sat roughly back down him, sending shivers through his cock and balls to his stomach where a ball of tension was building.
He knew he couldn't hold out for very long, minutes if he was lucky. Lauren seemed to recognize his clenching muscles as well as she started to speed her hips up until she was literally slamming all of her meager body weight against his cock. Together they raced towards their impending orgasms, breathing heavy. Her head whipped back and forth as she yelled out obscenities, her hair flying freely. John couldn't hold it any longer. Her pussy felt too divine, her velvet folds milking him with each thrust. With one last gasp, he grabbed hold of her hips and thrust her down on him hard, making her squeak in pain, and unloaded thick rope after thick rope of cum that coated her insides. With each coating he let loose Lauren found her own orgasm and clasped onto his chest with her nails, digging into his flesh painfully. She screamed out in pleasure and continued to fuck him hard until she lost all her strength and crashed down on top of him, twitching every few seconds. Their bodies covered in sweat, his half hard cock buried deep in her womb, they caught their breath.
“Wow,” she breathed, giving him a little kiss on the lips, “That was fucking great.”
“You're telling me.” John helped the poor girl off him and sat up in his daughters bed that was soaked with a combination of their juices. He turned his head and looked at his stunning niece as she lay there, legs splayed open and hair all over the place, gasping for breath.
“I know what you're thinking John,” she said softly, reaching out a hand to caress his cheek, “I won't tell anyone. Besides, if it ever comes out, I'll just say I raped you!” she laughed and John couldn't help but smile. “But only on one condition.”
“What would that be baby?” he said, still basking in the after orgasm glow.
“That isn't the last time we do this.”
John stood up suddenly and pulled his boxers on over his oozing cock. He turned to face the young girl and knew he wanted to agree to her terms, but with his balls emptied and his head clearing up, he knew it was wrong. What if she got pregnant? What if her mother found out?
“Lauren, I care for you a lot, and you were right, this was just what I needed. I just don't think we can continue this. What if your mother finds out?”
The sweet blonde crawled over to him and grabbed hold of his boxers, pulling him onto his knees in front of her. She placed another small kiss on his lips and over his jaw, up to his ear where she whispered, “Let me worry about that. I love you John, and not like I should. I want to be with you again. Please, let me help you feel happy again.”
Stunned, John couldn't reply. Lauren seemed to know exactly what to say for his mind to change. He couldn't say no to a request like that could he? She had already been there for him and Amy over the last six months, and now she wanted to do more to help. Was that so bad?
Taking his silence as an okay, Lauren pulled her clothes back on, trying to be as sexy as possible for her new man. As she pulled her pants off the floor she took her thong and held it up to him, inviting him to take a smell. He could see how wet they were and smell her arousal from a few minutes ago on them. Smiling shyly, she took them and stuffed them into his boxers, lacing them around his now hardening cock before pulling her sweats on. Together they left the room, hand in hand.
The older man wished it could have remained like that, but to his horror, when the door opened, a little girl with blonde hair and green eyes stood in the way. Amy had gotten home from soccer practice.
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