Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 06:22:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Devianti Gusti Subject: Paulina Rescues Mary Part 3C -- Saturday Afternoon -- Uncle at Mary's House Paulina Rescues Mary Part 3C -- Saturday Afternoon -- Uncle at Mary's House If you enjoy reading the stories here, please consider donating to Nifty. Your financial support is important in order to keep the story archive available for everyone. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - This is a work of fiction. The characters exist solely in my head. And, well, here too. If you haven't read the other stories about Paulina's adventures, please do so, as they will offer some background and context. The collection can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/teen/paulina/ I suggest reading "Paulina -- An Introduction" first of course. More stories will be added as they are ready. - This is part 3C of the multi-part story "Paulina Rescues Mary," which takes place Thursday evening through Sunday evening. This story takes place about four weeks or so after Paulina gave her virginity to Bernard and two weeks after her train trip to the country to visit Big Jim and Mary Sue. Please read the prelude "Paulina and Mary's Pain" first, as it will provide some context and background for the entire story. This part covers Saturday afternoon at Mary's house, before her uncle left to go back to MS. - Please let me know what you think. I have received wonderful feedback on my other stories. Email me at deviantigusti@yahoo.com. If you have criticism, please be constructive. Be patient, dear readers. The story builds slowly before reaching the sex scenes. - Here are the main characters in this part: Paulina/Empress, 15: Pretty crossdressing boy. Mary S., 15: Classmate of Paulina. Formerly included in the group of friends. Disliked by every-one due to her bitchy personality and her abuse of her best friend Hilary. Victim of harsh sexual and physical abuse by her uncle over a long time. David, 15: Mary's twin brother. Classmate. The only person aware of her sexual abuse in their family. He does his best to love and comfort her. They have an ongoing incestuous relationship. Mrs. Mary S., 35: Mary and David's mother. Sister-in-law to their uncle. Often felt up by him when her husband wasn't present. She was unaware of Mary being abused by him. Mary's Uncle, 38: Her father's brother. Pedophile who has sexually abused Mary since she was nine years old. - Saturday Afternoon at Mary's house. It was a little after one o'clock at Mary and David's house and their uncle was still sitting around and taking his time about getting ready to leave. Their mother specifically didn't make anything for breakfast or lunch, knowing that he'd probably eat most of it and wouldn't help clean up. David ended up eating cereal, while his mother didn't eat anything. It was lunchtime and she was hungry. But she'd rather be hungry for a few hours than make anything for her brother-in-law. She couldn't stand him. She hated the way he'd look at her or feel her up sometimes when her husband wasn't around. She didn't like the way he looked at Mary, either. She was afraid that he would try to feel her up, too. Unfortunately (or fortunately for her emotional wellbeing) she didn't know that he had already raped her a few years earlier and coerced her into sex every time he visited. She was surprised but glad that David was still home and didn't leave to go hang out with his buddies and leave her alone with him. "Merry" he called out in sleezy voice. "You makin' sumthin' fer lunch?" "No. David and I have to go run errands, so we probably won't be back before you leave." David looked at her questioningly. She gave him a nod, encouraging him to play along. "Oh yeah, mom. Can we stop at the sporting goods store, too?" "Sure. You ready to go?" She looked towards the door. "Yep, all set." "Hey Davey" his uncle asked. He hated that nickname. "Whin's Merry comin' back? Y'all gonna be here?" He clenched is fists, trying not to let his mother see his angry face. "No, she's gonna be gone until tonight. She's out with her friends." "Huh." He gave him a scowl as he and his mother walked outside. "We're going eat lunch. What do you want to get?" his mother sounded exasperated. "Um, I'll eat whatever you want." "I wasn't gonna make our lunch and then watch him eat most of it like he usually does" she said in an irritated voice. "Mom, can you and dad tell him to not come around here anymore? Mary and I don't like him anymore. And it looks like you and dad don't like him sometimes, either." "I'd like that a lot, but your dad feels some sort of brotherly obligation to let him be around us and help him out. I've had just about enough of him. Maybe your father and I will have to have a serious talk about it." He smiled to himself, hoping that whatever I did to his van would work, and that he wouldn't be able to show up at their house whenever he liked. More importantly, he wouldn't be able to hurt his sister anymore. Or feel up his mom. "I hope so. He gets on our nerves. He always stinks, too. We never see him go take a shower or anything." "Tell me about it. He's pretty disgusting. But enough about him. Let's go eat, just the two of us." She ruffled his hair as she pulled him into a hug. He smiled to himself as he hugged her back tight, feeling her big boobs against his chest. Unbeknownst to anyone else, including Mary, he found his mother very attractive and he had the serious hots for her. Since her and Mary looked almost alike, he knew just what she looked like undressed when he fantasized about her and masturbated. Sometimes when him and Mary were having sex, she wasn't the only Mary whose name he called out when he came. Watching David and his mother leave and knowing that his brother wouldn't be home for a few hours, he went into their bedroom and pulled out all of his sister-in-law's (SIL's) dirty panties from the laundry hamper. Looking for the one with the most dried liquid and stains in the crotch, he selected lacy black ones that were cut low. Giving them a big sniff, he was pretty sure that she was wearing these when she was wet just before her or right after her and her husband had sex. They smelled of aroused pussy, just like her daughter smelled. He put them in his pocket. Going upstairs to Mary's room, he went through her dirty clothes and found an almost matching pair to her mother's. They also had a dried stain in the crotch. He licked it before inhaling the scent he was more than familiar with. He was correct in thinking that they would smell very similar. Sitting on her bed, he pulled his jeans and underwear down and began to slowly stroke his thin cock. It was thinner than most guy's, but it was longer. Putting the crotch of Mary's panties in his mouth, he began to moisten the dried spots and taste her sex. He then wrapped the inside of her mother's panties around his dick and began to stroke himself. "Oh yeah, Merry. Ah know that yer gonna be tastin' real good, jus' like lil' Merry does. One day ah'm gonna git mah dick in'nat pussy a' yers fer real. Ah'm gonna fuk ya good jus' like ah been fukin' yer lil' girl fer a long time. You two gonna be mah lil' sluts. Mmmm." He began to stroke himself faster. "Now ya's gonna switch. Lil' Merry, git down `nare an' eat yer momma's cunt while ah fuk ya hard. Ah know ya like eatin' pussy, too. Ah seen `nat big girlfrien' `er yers. Bet `er young pussy's tight an' fine, too." He swapped out the panties in his mouth for the ones in his hand. "Ah'ma gonna git mah long dick in yer insides one day. Iss gonna hurt whin ah pop it in `nare but yer jus' gonna take it. Yer lucky ah'm not a'knowin' were ya keepin' `nem pills, but ahm'a fine'nem. Ah'm gonna take `em an' flush `em. Thin ah'll wait till they's outta yer system, then ah'm gonna fuk ya hard till mah long dick's all up in yer woom. Thass whin ah'm gonna fill ya up wit mah cum and nock yer lil' ass up. You's gonna have mah baby inside'ja right unner yer dum daddy's nose. Mebbie ah'll nock yer momma up too. Y'all gonna be mah lil' sluts carryin' mah babies an' his dum ass won' be knowin' a goddam thing! Oh...yeah...AHHHHHHHH!!!" He shuttered as he filled the crotch of Mary's panties with his cum, then held them tight as he felt the last twitches of his orgasm. Stroking the head of his dick hard, he squeezed out the last drops of cum. He stuffed her mom's panties in his pocket as he caught his breath. "Ah'm leavin' ya a lil' prezzent, girl. Ah know yer gonna tell me how ya sucked mah cum out `em like ya s'pposed ta whin ah'm here nex' time. Ya know if ya don't, ah'ma beat yer ass hard. Might hafta smack ya in yer mouth fer not follerin' mah instructions. Yer nuttin' but mah lil' fuk doll. Jus' like ya always been. An' ah cain't wait ta get yer momma th' same way ah'm gettin' you one day. Gonna fuk `er hard an' beat that bitch ass a' hers wile ah do. Smack that uppidy attitude o' hers right off her face if ah feel like it, too. An' ain' nobody gonna do nuttin' `bout it!" He said loudly as he talked to himself. Making sure that the cum stained crotch was facing up, he put Mary's panties under her pillow, smiling sleazily as he did. He headed downstairs with his SIL's panties in his pocket. These were going home with him. If he hadn't just gotten off, he'd go shoot a load into the crotch of one of her pieces of lingerie she liked to wear for her husband. He'd done it before. There were times when she found them and wasn't able to wash them out before they had sex, so she swallowed her pride and wore them dirty, knowing that his disgusting seed was yet again touching something else that belonged to her husband. Spent from his kinky physical activity, he grabbed a cheap beer out of the fridge and opened it cautiously over the sink. He couldn't believe that he had a whole case of beers yesterday that were shaken up before he bought them. Or so he thought. He also grabbed a bag of Doritos before he plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on. It wasn't long before he dozed off. Not long after, his can of beer spilled on his crotch. About an hour and a half later, he woke up. His crotch was still damp from the spilled beer, but it didn't seem to bother him. He got up and went to the bathroom. After emptying his full bladder, he didn't shake before putting his dick back in his underwear, as usual. They always had a yellow stain in front. He made a sleazy smile as he thought about all the times he made Mary stick her nose against them and smell them deeply before sucking his unwashed dick clean. He knew she would usually go vomit a while after he made her do it but he didn't care. He didn't put the toilet seat down after he was done. He figured that if dumb cunts couldn't look down before they sat then they deserved to get wet. Finished, he walked out without washing his hands, either. Figuring he should go since he wasn't going to see Mary before leaving, he gathered up his clothes and stuffed them in the little duffel bag he always brought with him. Going into his brother's room, he went through all the dirty clothes, searching the pockets. He found around ten dollars and change, which he took. Back in the kitchen, he grabbed the case of beer out of the fridge. He also took the box of Little Debbie snacks that David and Mary liked, as well as a can of fancy soup to eat later. Fuck those spoiled little bitches, he thought to himself. Making sure he had all his things, he headed out to his van. He didn't bother to lock the kitchen door behind him. When he went to unlock the driver's door, the key wouldn't go in the lock. He tried several times before giving up and going around to the other side. Once in the driver's seat he noticed that the pull knob for the door lock was missing. He thought it unscrewed over time. When he went to roll down the window, he was surprised that the handle was missing. He thought they must have fallen below the seat, so he would look for them after he got home. The first thirty minutes of his drive were uneventful. He thought the brakes felt a little spongy but wasn't concerned. It was Saturday, so there weren't a lot of people on the road at that time of day. That meant he could drive as fast as he wanted to without getting caught. After another twenty minutes, he noticed that the brakes were feeling a little softer than before. But there weren't a lot of cars in front of him, so he figured he wouldn't have to slow down or stop any time soon. At about the same time, the temperature warning light flashed on. He thought it was probably malfunctioning, so he hit the instrument panel to make it stop. It flickered a few times before going out. "Stoopid idiot light!" Ten minutes later, the temperature light flashed back on. The oil pressure light flashed on too. He hit the instrument panel again, but they didn't go out. Since he was about twenty five minutes from his trailer, he thought he'd make it there with no problems. Wanting to get there as soon as possible, he increased the gas and accelerated. Looking around, he saw that he was just crossing the Pearl River and the swamp, just like Big Jim speculated. There were no exits close by, but he knew he wasn't far from home. It was then that all the problems came to a head at once. Both the temperature and oil pressure lights came on. At the same time, he felt the transmission grind. He decided that it would be good to pull over and see what was going on. Still doing 70 mph, he needed to slow down. But when he pressed the brake, the pedal went to the floor and nothing happened. He tried the emergency brake, but the cable was corroded and snapped when he stepped on the pedal hard. Starting to get nervous, he figured that his best option was to put it neutral and turn the engine off and coast to a stop. But before he could do that, he saw a blown out tire from a tractor trailer in the middle of his lane. He swerved to avoid it, but his bald tires lost their traction and he slammed against the road wall and ricocheted back into the traffic lane. Trying to regain control, he turned the steering wheel too far and too quickly. The van tipped over onto the driver's side and slid about a hundred feet down the right lane, veering towards the wall. He suddenly got frightened that it was going too fast and would bounce over the wall and fall into the swamp below. Instead of that life threatening event taking place, something potentially more deadly occurred. As the van slid on the concrete, lots of sparks flew up behind it. Some of them ignited the trail of leaking gas from the broken filler tube and leaking fuel lines. It caught fire, which spread quickly towards the engine. Like most vans, it was located partially inside the interior. Smoke began to enter first, then he saw small licks of flame. He got scared and struggled to crawl up out of his seat, over the passenger seat and open the door upward to escape. He panicked when he could not push the door open hard enough from his awkward position; he remembered the he didn't fix the way the door closed properly in the past, so it stuck sometimes. The window never did roll down. The interior was starting to fill with smoke. Since he couldn't open the passenger door, he had to try the cargo doors on the side. Luckily the van did not turn over on that side. One of the doors pushed open with a little effort, and he crawled out, running a bit away before collapsing on the ground while trying to catch his breath. Leaning against the road wall, he watched the fire quickly engulf the van. The gas tank didn't explode, but when part of it got too hot, the filler tube melted and all of the remaining gas spilled out and fueled the fire. It did not take long for the van to be totally burned and destroyed. Fearing that he would be blamed and in trouble for the burning wreck on the interstate, he got up and quickly started walking. It was about two miles to the nearest exit, so he hoped he could make it before any police showed up. A truck driver moved into the left lane as he passed the burning van. Getting on his CB radio, he called the state police and gave them the closest mile marker to the fire. They said that firefighters and an ambulance would be dispatched, but it would take them some time to get there. He also told them that he passed a man who was probably the driver walking away on the shoulder and gave them a description. He hoped there wasn't a passenger still in the burnt wreck. The police said that they would have troopers find and pick him up as fast as possible. It wasn't long before Mary's uncle saw blue flashing lights coming towards him. Knowing that he had nowhere to go, he stopped and sat down against the wall for a rest. The state trooper pulled onto the shoulder and got out of his car and walked towards him. Giving him a onceover before reaching him, he didn't notice any visible injuries except for singed clothes. "Mister, are you injured, You okay?" "Yeah, ah'm fine" he replied in an almost flippant voice. He didn't like police or other government officials in general. "Are you the driver of the burnt van?" "Yeah, thass me." "Were there any passengers with you?" "No, ah wuz by mahself." "Can I see some identification?" "Sorry man, but mah wallet wuz on the dash an' burn'd up" he said with a smug face. He actually threw it over the wall into the swamp before the trooper reached him. "Give me your name and address then." The trooper didn't like his attitude and was starting to get suspicious. He gave his information. "Now, can you tell me what happened?" "Well, ah wuz drivin' along whin mah brakes wint out. Thin the tranny started grindin' an' th' radeeader started steamin'. Ah wuz pullin' over whin ah saw a blown out truck tire in'na road, so ah swerved. Whin ah did, th' van turned over an' skidded. The gas musta' got lit from all them sparks from slidin'. Thin th' motor caught and smoke started comin' in, so ah got out. Thin she really caught fire an' burnd up." "Is that right?" "Yep, that's whut happened." "How fast were you driving?" "Ah wuz goin' th' limit." The trooper kept a neutral expression as he wrote down the details, but he suspected the guy wasn't being fully honest and wasn't telling him everything. He knew he was speeding for something like this to happen. "And you said there were no passengers?" "Thass whut ah said" he replied with an irritated tone. "Sounds like you haven't kept up the maintenance on this vehicle." "Well, ah ain't always got th' money fer it. Ah wuz gonna get to it, though." "Keeping your vehicle in good repair is a responsibility for a driver in this state. Things happening like this are a danger to other drivers" he said in a stern voice. "Like ah said, ah wuz gonna git to it." "Uh huh. Well, I'm going to have to give you a citation for speeding and endangering other drivers." "Whut??? Ah said ah wuz goin' th' limit. An' ah ain't hurt nobody else" he answered in an annoyed tone. "Well you can tell that to the judge. From what I've seen you were definitely speeding. A vehicle that doesn't function properly is a danger to others. Also, you'll be responsible for having the wreck removed from the highway. If you don't, you'll be fined" he replied sternly as he wrote out the ticket. As he handed it over, Mary's uncle snatched from his hand and roughly stuffed it into his pocket. "Can I give you a ride to the nearest filling station? They probably have a phone you can use." "Naw, ah cin manage mahself. Ah'll walk or hitch a ride." The officer gave him one more suspicious look. "Alright then. Be careful walking and stay on the shoulder. You have a nice day now." He turned and walked back to his police cruiser. "Cop'r sumbitch, writin' me uh goddam tickit!" he replied under his breath after walking some distance away. After walking for about fifteen minutes, he stuck out his thumb to hitch a ride. In the early 1980's hitchhiking was still fairly common. Soon a battered pickup truck pulled over. The passenger window was down, so the driver asked where he was going. "Hey pardner, where ya headed?" "Back t' Ozona." "Well yer in luck thin. Ah'm headed thru there an' cin drop ya off." He motioned back to the bed, so he hopped in. He was grateful for the ride but irritated that he had to ride in the bed instead of the empty passenger seat. Just one more shitty thing on a shitty day. It was a fifteen minute drive to Ozona. His ride dropped him off at a gas station. It took another twenty minutes for him to walk to his trailer in a kind of run down trailer park just outside of town. As he walked, he thought he may as well `enjoy the scenery' by walking past a little playground in front of the elementary school where lots of moms and cute young girls would be playing. If he took his time, he might get a glimpse of some young panties or maybe the boobs of a mother breastfeeding a baby. Just as he hoped, several little girls, probably between seven and ten, were playing on the playset with a little slide and low monkey bars. He took a path that would let him see up most of the skirts of the girls sliding down the slide. At one point he got very excited when he saw one girl slide down. Her legs were open a bit and he could easily see up her little skirt. She was not wearing panties. He took in the sight of her puffy little hairless pussy and unconsciously adjusted himself as he stared for a moment. He didn't notice the little girl's mother glaring at him. She'd seen him before watching the girls on the playground and would be sure to tell her husband when she got home. The walk back to his trailer was quick. As soon as he got in, he went to the bathroom which had not been cleaned in a long time and pulled his jeans and dirty underwear down to his ankles. His hard, thin dick popped out. Spitting in one of his hands, he started jacking off to the image of the young little pussy he saw earlier. He immediately thought about what he did to Mary when she was that girl's age as he fantasized about the girl. "Yeah, lil' girl, stroke mah dick good" he said to himself. "Ah wanna tare that lil' cherry open an' hear ya cry, jus' like lil' Merry did. Ohhhhhh Yeahhhhhh!" He came fast and hard, squirting his cum into the shower stall. Breathing hard, he sat down on the toilet and began to shit. It was hard at first, so he had to strain to get it all out. He was still thinking of the little girl, as well as Mary. "Whin ah'm done fukin' ya, ahm'a pull ya over heah an' make ya lick mah ass clean, jus' like lil' Merry did. Mmm." He got up, flushed, and left the bathroom without wiping.