Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 10:10:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Anal Niece Anal Niece, a Short Story Bisexual Incest - Adult/Youth If you enjoy reading these stories, please contribute to Nifty. My husband is into anal sex. I think it is because it makes him feel manly and virile. He would be shocked to find out his cock is too small and his fucks are too short. For an ass drilling you need someone like my Uncle Al. Uncle Al is 6'4, 290 pounds of solid muscle. And he can best be described as a giant on the outside, but an asshole on the inside. He does not understand the terms gentle or mercy. I had a secret crush on him since I first saw him in his marine uniform. He was so handsome. And strong! He could pick me and my brother up over his head with one hand and use us for weights lifting. That was really impressive. I was 12 when Uncle started being playful with me. He'd make jokes and twirl my hair. When the looks started I said nothing. Then it was touching where he should not be touching me. Again, I said nothing. By the time he started saying things to me that I knew he should not be saying, it was as if he and I were in an unspoken agreement. He'd make gestures like checking out my tits. Or he'd rub my lower back and upper butt. Then he's say he and I could have a lot of fun if I were willing. I was. Every day he did more and I said nothing to anyone nor did I ask him to stop. I kind of liked it, and in a way wanted to learn things. And so I let him touch me under my clothes, inside my panties, kiss me with his tongue in my mouth, and suck on my tits. If we were alone he was doing something and I was letting him do it. Oh and how we took chances. Once while my parents were watching TV in the den, and my uncle and I were in the family room watching a movie he fingered my pussy, and then licked it; a lot. All the while my brother was asleep on the couch next to us. We had a pool party and he came out the bathroom while I was getting some ice from our minibar. He had been drinking and he stood very close and from behind me he reached between and way under my legs until he stuck his finger into my swimsuit and fingered my pussy. This was with a backyard full of people. Another time he let me to the back of the garage and said this is why I love your school uniform. He said it was because he could do this; then he unbuttoned my blouse. And I can do this; and he pulled down my bra which pushed up my tits. And I can do this he said, and actually reached under my skirt and stuck a hand in my panties from behind and a hand in my panties from in front. The he stuck a finger in my pussy with one hand and took it out and as he was pulling that finger out he started to insert a finger into my pussy from his other hand. Back and forth he went until he started doing both fingers at once. All the while he was tit sucking, and my parents were on our front lawn talking to our neighbors. I began blowing him. He did not start with a simple suck me a little. He took me into our family van, and forced my head down on a cock that was fat and long, and held my head with both of his hands as he moved his hips up and down. I could hardly breathe. When he came he held me down and said swallow it. I was teary eye and he said I would get used to it, but in order for me to do so I had to go down on him a lot. Which I did; not that I had a say in the matter. It got to where I was blowing him three to four times a week, and it was always the same. A face fuck, and a swallow. And of course, the getting fucked. I knew we were going to end up doing it, but I did not know it was so rough. He told me he was training me for guys because most guys don't like to make love; they like to fuck. He said making love might be for a boyfriend that is serious and wants to get married, but in high school and college it was mainly going to be about my taking the dick. He said if you want to date you will need to put out. He said the most popular girls were those willing to spread their legs. My uncle was very vulgar, by the way. He would ask if my pussy needed to be scratched; meaning us fucking. Or, say something like it was about time to bend me over again. Or feed my throat. He had all kinds of nasty ways to describe sex. One day he told my mom he wanted to have me over on Saturday to file some paperwork for him. He said it was a good way to make some back to school money. My mom told him I would help but he did not need to pay me. He said he intended to see I earned it. Had I known what he was planning I would have run for the hills. I knew boys, gay boys, had butt sex, but never in a million years had I imagined it would happen to me. After he picked me up and as we were driving to his house he handed me a tube and said it was a little present for me. I did not know what it was, it was labeled anal lube. Told me to keep it close as it was going to come in handy. He said I was going to need it a lot. Once inside the house it took me to a back bedroom, not even his room, just an extra room with nothing in it but a bed, and the bed was just the mattress, no sheets, and he told me to strip, and to spread some lube on my ass. I was so stupid I spread it on my ass cheeks. He laughed and warned me to put it in my butthole as his cock was going to follow. I used a little and he said suit yourself if that is all you intend to use, but something tells me you will have wished you used more. And so I spread some more. It was not enough. I laid on my back and he lifted my legs in the air. When I felt the head of his cock at my butthole I just then getting an idea of what was about to come next. We made eye contact, he smiled and to use his term, he fed it to me. I screamed, and screamed. But he screamed too. While I screamed for him to stop, he kept yelling at me as he fucked me that it was supposed to hurt at first, but that I would get used to it and then it feel as good for me as it did for him. He ass drilled me (again his term for anal) for over half an hour. Afterwards I cried and cried. He said to cry if I wanted to but that I would get used to it, that my brother had. That stopped my crying.