Bring It Onskie!

May 12
St. Peters High School
Ozcot County, Kansas

Makatia Kosinski sighed as her soft hazel eyes took in the dark billowing clouds. Unhindered by the endless fields of farmland, her view testified to the dedication of generations of farmers who’d changed a dry and dreary prairie into a land of abundance, but whose greenery was faded by the gray sky above. Her back aching as she hurried across the parking lot to avoid the rain, she didn’t worry her hair was a mess until she remembered her uncle was waiting for her.

Stephan Kosinski watched captivated as Makatia seemed to float across the parking lot towards him. Honor and fealty aside, if he ever had to choose a damsel in distress, she would be his first choice. Knowing it was a mistake to get too close, he found it increasingly difficult to keep his passions from distracting him during his assignment. But with an exquisite doll-like face, and the perfect pale skin of 19th century oil paintings framed by shoulder length highlighted dark brown hair, she was proof enough to Stephan thagelsgels can fly low.

But while finding her maiden like innocence very appealing, he knew if a corset was wrapped around her stunning shape and a Toledo short sword was placed in her capable hands, she would induce more seizures than an erotic Japanese cartoon. After checking to make sure his ankle holster was properly concealed, he inhaled deeply. ‘If only I could disregard my duty, and tell her the truth.’

With a distinctive Russian accent, almost sounding like bad imitation of Ensign Pavel Chekov from the original Star Trek, Stephan spoke as she got into his white BMW. “Hi Makatia, how was cheerleader practice?”

Not having bothered to change after practice, Makatia didn’t worry that her uniform readily displayed her physical assets. And reflecting her love of drama, with an exaggerated wipe of her brow, Makatia answered. “Hot! It was pretty tough today, uncle. The heat even got to Betty Lou…I think she’s still in the bathroom with the monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” Noting her cute whimsical smile, he looked at her inquisitively until he remembered how the St. Peters’ cheerleaders liked to insert the word monkeys into their sentences. He shrugged, wondering if Makatia had also gotten too much sun.

“Here,” he said, motioning for her to turn around. Picking up the can of cold diet Pepsi he had waiting for her, Stephan rolled it against the back of her neck. “I watched part of your practice. You…all looked great.”

“Thanks. Oh, that feels so good!” Makatia exclaimed, taking pleasure in the way the can drew heat from her body. “But Betty Lou,” referring to her co-captain, “thinks our new routine needs a lot of work. I just hope we’re ready for the State Championships next week.”

He tried to think about anything but Makatia’s provocative eyes, which seemed to be looking directly into his soul. ‘I must be getting soft. I have to keep her close, but not too close.’ Focusing his thoughts upon Betty Lou, he turned the air conditioner to ‘high’. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You squad is sure to go to Nationals again.”

Turning to face him, Makatia frowned apprehensively. Then pointing at the faint bruise on her right cheek, her expression changed to a cute pout. “Sally kept messing up her flying stunts. She fell on me…again.”

He nodded his head. “Don’t worry. Sally is only your alternate. She’s just not graceful enough for the Moscow ballet, like you and Betty Lou are.”

Stephan nodded his head, knowing how much the St. Peters’ cheerleaders depended upon Betty Lou for it’s nationally known flying stunts. Blonde and buxom, she was the personification of the mythical American beach bunny, but with brains to boot. If he didn’t mind that she was only 5 foot tall, Betty Lou was the kind of girl any American male wanted on his arm as he walked through 21 or Lutrece, before she gave him a private dance while modeling a new from Fredericks. Stephan had to keep from smiling at the irony of the situation. There was definitely no denying that American crowds liked Betty Lou’s figure and Sally’s bright smile and pixy like good looks.

With her graduating, it had actually been Betty Lou’s idea for them to be co-captains, thus placing the future in Makatia’s hands. New to the school and only a sophomore, he knew she would have been happy just to make the squad. It made him proud that she had the mettle to accept the challenge. But knowing what might awaited her in the future, he just hoped Betty Lou’s maturity would rub off on her. Looking back at the school, Nick asked, “I wonder if Betty Lou is okay?”

“She should be. Sally was with her. I just hope by this fall,” her smile fading, Makatia spoke wistfully. “Sally will be able to take over flying. She’s too small to be a base like me. I guess it’s good she doesn’t…”

Feeling his emotional control slipping even more, he brushed aside Makatia’s wispy bangs, and pointed at her eye. “But it’s good that your pretty friend…” completing her sentence, “doesn’t weight a ton.”

It concerned Stephan that Makatia had picked up the American habit of worrying about her weight. Back in Caspiar, things would have been reversed. Sally would have been judge too thin and Makatia perfect. The irony struck him as he bent forward and lightly past his lips across her bruised cheek, being careful not to smear the mascara and Smokey eyeliner that Makatia used to make her eyes appear bigger.

Even though Makatia left Caspiar while she was only three, she knew that her deceased parents had loved Russia’s world-renowned ballet. Flattered, but embarrassed by his kiss, she almost sarcastically asked him to give her some tongue, but instead, retorted with a smirk, “Pretty…? No wonder Sally makes A’s in your history class.”

He looked at her curiously. “Well, is Sally still going out with…the same boy, or has she got her hooks into another one already?”

“Sally says they have a date tonight.” Makatia felt a warm, dampness grew between her legs as he put down the can and began massaging her stiff shoulders. “Oh, Uncle! That feels so good!”

Because she and Sally were cheerleaders, their short skirts and high kicks attracted a lot of guys. But even though they were best friends, sometimes Makatia just didn’t know whom Sally would take up with. Remembering that John had privately liked how her own uniform displayed her figure, she giggled as she turned to face her uncle. Bring up her left knee up on to the seat, her skirt rose up her smooth and supple legs high enough to show a little of her white panties as heavy rain began to fall steadily from the sky.

After a short pause over her small pencil eraser size birthmark, Stephan pulled his hands from her shoulders. Looking anxiously up at the greenish black sky, he addressed her with what she thought of his nickname for her. “So, Katia Alexovna, how is your thesis going?”

“Okay. Thanks for suggesting I look at the Dvinan Mountain gravesites. The merchants’ scales, weights, and jewelry show the importance of women. With the men away so much, it clearly shows the women who ruled in their places often did a better job.”

Stephan nodded several times. “That’s probably why your Viking ancestors were such effective rulers of Caspiar.”

Having already been told she came from sturdy peasant stock, she looked sideways at him. And true to form, he displayed what she thought of her uncle’s feeble sense of humor at its worst. “And you’re such a tough cheerleader.”

Ignoring his latest pun, she retorted, “Women in history have done a lot more than just sewn flags or,” showing a small wicked smile she added, “poison their uncles.”

Turning her head as if to take in the oncoming storm, she hid her satisfied smile. She knew his marked silence proved she had preempted another of his so-called jokes.

Grimacing, Stephan held his ‘tongue’ for a moment longer, showing he understood she was referring to Queen Anna, the last rule of Caspiar, who had desperately deposed her own defeatist uncle in a failed attempt to save her Island nation from Stalin. “You’re silly just like your mother Catherine.”

While his wisecracking, didn’t fit the usual college professor mold, his eyes belied his happy-go-lucky demeanor. Always seeming to be measuring, his could be the coldest eyes she had ever seen. Noting his mood change, she typed back. “Like you say. It’s up to women like me to fill in the gaps male historians have left. But it’s horrible that there’s so much violence going on there.”

“The separatists have been fighting for a long time against the Russian Federation,” Stephan replied immediately. “Well, I’m sure you’ll benefit from all the work you’re putting in?”

“Yeah, I’m doing okay.” She nodded modestly. “But Mr. Robins is soooo boring. He makes even the interesting parts of archeology totally dull!”

Even though he wasn’t very cool sometimes, she was continually amazed that he was so supportive. While she appreciated his attention, it was kind of weird that sometimes he was more like her mentor, than her guardian. Like other parents, he took her shopping and to the movies, but she knew he would just as soon challenge her to a Kendo match, followed by a game of chess.

As Stephan resumed caressing her shoulders, his other hand slid underneath her sweater and up her back. Then after a short pause over her small pencil eraser size birthmark, Stephen began to work her sore muscles. Makatia had to close her eyes. It felt so good to have his warm fingers needing and rubbing the length of her spine, all the way from her neck, down to her panties. But she almost shuddered in ecstasy when he ran his hands around her side, far enough to firmly touch the sides of her breasts. Makatia hoped that maybe later, after she relaxed in a hot tub and dressed in only his Speedos, he’d give her a massage. Makatia really loved how he took his time when he rubbed her whole body down.

Makatia almost giggled, recalling how when she was little they used to take baths together. While it had been years, she would never forget how he would get as big as her arm. It was almost like he had a third leg. Then there was last year, after an auto accident. When for a whole month, with both her arms broken and she’d been unable to take care of herself, he given her sponge baths. Noticing how he’d taken his time washing her body, Makatia thought it was just too bad that he hadn’t taken the bath with her.

Perhaps it was because she had never known her parents, or that her uncle had changed jobs more times than she could count, Makatia was really tired of being the new girl in school. It was like she was one of the migrant ‘Okies’ from the Grapes of Wrath, or, even the ugly duckling forever trapped in the mud of Swan Lake. It would have embarrassed Makatia to admit it, but maybe that was why she was one of those girls who liked to flirt with male authority figures. Sometimes it was fun to take advantage of the whole, ‘I’m a cheerleader who’s really flexible’ thing. But with the face of a pig, Mr. Robins was just too ugly to interest her and it took the fun out of class.

“I’m glad you’re doing so well. “So, are we on for tonight?”

Rolling her eyes, Makatia smiled innocently as she slowly drew her legs apart. Leaning towards her uncle and widening the gap between her knees, she felt a burning fire grow in her body. Her oldest memory was of her as a small-terrified child, lost in the dark. While she couldn’t recall what had frightened her so, Uncle Stephan had brushed her tears away and carried her to safety. While the recollection was dear to her, because he never wanted to talk about it, she had to assume that was when her parents had died and he brought her to America. Because of that memory, she’d been a devoted, doting niece, usually. That is, until her blooming womanhood made her recently realize, that the love she felt for her uncle was more than just family fondness. While she knew it might be wrong, her desires seemed beyond her control.

Wearing a low, V-neck sweater, Makatia knew that her creamy soft, round 37 C cleavage stood out before her uncle’s eyes. Still enjoying how he had, almost, felt her up, she bit on her lower lip, fighting the temptation to throw caution to the wind and open the front of her sweater so he could finish the job.

His reddish-blonde eyebrows were almost touching in the center of his forehead.
“You said this morning you wanted to go to Tony’s, and then see that new comedy. I made a reservation.”

A bolt of lightning lit her face up. “I’m so sorry. Tony’s has the best Grasshopper Cheese Cake. But,” She put on her ‘please it’s not my fault pout. “Betty Lou wants to go over my new cheers to night. We only have two weeks until Regionals.”

He hesitated, almost as if he were counting to ten, before continuing. “It’s okay, we can go another time.” But then his faced turned grim. “I saw you and John talking before practice today. Is Nick behaving himself?”

With a sudden droop of her shoulders, she looked down. “Don’t Worry, I think we’re just friends now.”

His eyes turned icy before looking away. “I’m sorry.”

Having already twice been team captain and now leaving for college, it had actually been Betty Lou’s idea for them to be co-captains, thus placing the future of a three time state champion team in Makatia hands. New to the school and only a junior, Stephan knew that she would of have been happy just to make the St. Peters squad. It made him proud his spunky Makatia had accepted the challenge. But knowing what the future might hold for her, his face turned dark. ‘I hope Makatia will be able to face what awaits her just as well.’

“We better get going.” But then suddenly he shook his head as if he was desperately hoping that Makatia hadn’t noticed where he’d been staring. “You know you shouldn’t wear a such a tight sweater.\"

Her breast heaving, suddenly Makatia straightened her back. \"Uncle Stephan! I’m not a little girl anymore. No one else seems to mind.\" She omitted that John hadn’t approved either. It had surprised her that John thought most girls at school dressed like sluts.

While she wasn’t a prude, Makatia knew that she wasn’t a slut either. She did enjoy blowjobs, hand jobs, and titty fucking. She just hadn’t gotten deep throating down yet, because, whenever the guy started to climax, she’d have to pullout, which her boy friends hated. But she thought it was a real turn off to the way a lot of guys like to use girls for sex.

Still waiting for the right guy, Makatia was actually proud that she was a virgin.
Despite being a couple years older than her, she found it intriguing that Nick was different than the guys she usually dated. He was old-fashioned. She just wasn’t sure if she liked him because of it or in spite of it. But she found it intriguing that what set part John from all the other guys was he was old fashion. A really great kisser, Makatia could tell that he really like her, but she just didn’t understand why John had been so set against playing around. Only once, onir lir last date, had Makatia finally given him head while they made out. She had a feeling that was because she’d tried to give him a blowjob, was why he didn’t want to be a lone with her anymore

Stephan’s face reddened, as his eyes grew full of concern. \"You…should get a jacket. It might…be cold tonight.”

Makatia’s answer was a shrug. Although Stephan started the car, he didn’t let the matter drop. \"Back in Caspiar, ‘proper’ young ladies would never wear such revealing clothing in public.\"

She couldn’t help but notice the emphasis her uncle placed upon the word ‘proper’, almost as if the word was a religious symbol. He onsualsually did that only for ‘Caspiar’.

\"What\'s the matter, uncle?” She smiled, mockingly. “I don’t complaining about the tight athletic shorts you wear?\"

As Makatia’s laughter filled the car, her heaving breasts slightly giggled, moving temptingly up and down. Her uncle tried to look stern even as herteerted his eyes. Remembering the small and expensive monocular scope that he liked to watch her practice with, her face turned sullen.

“Uncle Stephan, don’t pretend to be a prude. I can tell you like looking s gis girls. It’s only fair for me to look back.” But knowing that he actually used it more for watching the audience, which he described as ‘Bird Watching’, as soon as Makatia finished her retort, she wished she could have taken it back.

Bringing up his hand, he pointed just below the old family heirloom that rested above her cleavage, a pearl necklace that he’d given her last Christmas. \" But Makatia, how are you supposed to pick up anything that you drop?\"

A faint smile returned to Makatia’s face as she saw her Uncle\'s ‘bulge’ growing inside his shorts even as they spoke. Then keeping her eyes on his, she bent forward towards him, causing her large, yet firm, scantily clad breasts to come dangerously close to his crotch. Behind the veneer of every sweet, innocent teenage girl, there lies a little devil. And Makatia knew she was much more than just a sweet girl. \"Just like this, Uncle.” She said with a devilish grin.

As his eyes went wide, Makatia knew that her Uncle enjoyed the view even as he stammered outAny Any guy would who saw your…might try to grab you.”

For just a moment a lusty grin flashed cross Makatia’s face then she bent her lovely face up to give Stephan a peck on his right cheek. At the same time she kissed him, her right elbow came to lightly rest on top of the rapidly growing tent in his crotch. With her other hand, she began caressing his shoulder and neck. Acting a lot more sure of herself than she let on, Makatia broke their kiss and slipped down to nuzzle his chest. Despite not having a mother to talk, what Makatia said next surprised even her. \"Not likely, Uncle, no one has lost control yet. I don’t need a bra. Don’t you think?” She asked, looking at his crotch, wantonly licking her lips.

“Yes, you do,” he lied. But he didn’t add, ‘Just like your mother did at your age.’

While Makatia was engrossed by her view, she cautiously straightened her right arm and began to stroke her uncle’s upper leg. While Makatia barely touched him, she could feel his blood pressure go up as she slid her hand up and down. She couldn’t help but notice that, growing stiff and long, his erection was now rubbing up against her arm. Then applying a bit more pressure on his thigh, he stirred -- and sighed quietly, even as Makatia kept rubbing against the tip of his erection. Noticing that he had a big hard on, she wet her lips. Then she took in a deep breath.

But just then Uncle Stephan jerk back, and looked away. With a confused look, he was unable to deny the feelings he felt were more than paternal. She was beautiful, and, well, sexy, and the love he felt was more than paternal.

Makatia was confused too, but not in the same way. She knew now, very clearly, that she loved her uncle in a very special way. But she was just a kid. How could she ever hope that he\'d return her feelings? Looking everywhere but at her, Stephan slumped into the bench seat massaging his forehead with one strong hand.

Embarrassed and forlorn Makatia turned to get out of the car, but she stopped when he said, \"Makatia ... wait. I think we should talk. I have to explain.\"

She returned to his side; he still found it difficult to look her in the eyes. Stephan tried to tell her that he was sorry and would never do anything like that again. Her mind on her own feelings, Makatia misinterpreted his words and was now surer than ever that her love was completely one-sided.

But as her uncle talked, she looked at him and saw something that made her feel, without being completely sure why, that he returned her love.

\"Uncle Stephan,\" she said softly, interrupting his rambling, \"if you really feel that way, why do you look like that?\" She pointed to his lap. He looked down and quickly put both hands over his lap, trying to cover up a very obvious and very large bulge in his pants.
And the realization of what was happening made her warm all over, particularly down between her legs.

She was nervous, and a little ashamed, but for the first time in her young life she felt true love and she was determined not to let it slip away. Stephan was a grman man and he wouldn\'t settle for kiddy behavior. If she was going to have him, she knew, she\'d have to grow up in a hurry.

She put a trembling hand on top of his and gently pressed down. He looked up in shock. Moving to him, she pressed her lips to his. She tthe the lead, opening her mouth to his and pressing her hot tongue inside. He sunk back into the seat but she pursued, and slipping her hand underneath his, to rest right on top of his straining rod. She felt it press up against her hand. Yes! Yes, Uncle Stephan did feel that way about her.

She began caressing his brow and neck. Growing more self-assured, she broke their kiss and slipped down to nuzzle his chest, pulling aside the top buttons of his shirt. He began to protest, weakly, but she silenced him by putting one finger to his lips.

\"Sssshhh. Don\'t say a word. We\'re not doing anything wrong. You love me -- I know you do, I think I\'ve always known it…and I love you. Let me show you how much.\"

Guiding her hand to his zipper, she made her way to where his cock rammed hard to break out of his pants. And got started unbuttoned and unzipping her uncle’s shorts to let his rock hard cock fly straight out.

Makatia\'s eyes grew wider as she saw a large erection popping through the fly of his shorts. His cock had that sensuous odor that she found so very nice as she reached out and her fingers worked her uncle’s meat out of its tight confines. Her hand surrounding his girth and began jerking him off into a full-blown erection. \"Ooooooooo, Uncle Stephan! What a big beautiful cock you have. You want me to suck it, don\'t you?\"

Reaching out, in one quick motion, she raised the steering wheel and got on the floor. Then she giggled. Moments later he felt her soft hair brush up against his chest as the wetness of her lips as her kisses made their way down to his crotch. Feeling the softness of her face, han han moaned as his erection rubbed against the hollow of her cheek.

Looking down, Stephan saw Makatia’s nipples rise to a new hardness as her breasts strained to escape from her sweater. Then his nose detected the sweat smell that made his cock even harder, which swelled to the point that his balls ached. He continued to watch silently as she bent forward to breathe on his manhood, washing his cock with a warm breeze. Makatia began licking it lengthwise, making kissing and sucking noises.

Makatia moaned too, then raised her head. “Mmmmm, Uncle! Do you like your loving niece’s lip gloss on your big dick…comrade?” While she spoke whimsically, at the same time, Makatia knew she was sarcastically poking fun at her fetish of using tons of lip-gloss, and how he used the term comrade almost as if were a swear word instead of a term of endearment, especially in rush hour traffic.

Stephan locked his eyes shut and seemed thousands of miles away as his niece begun to minister to his erection. Then his eyes shot open when she took hold of his cock like an ear of corn, and rode her soft lips and tongue up and down the sides of his penis. And then at long last, a low moan escaped his lips when she began lapping at the tip of his manhood, as her warm, tender mouth finally closing around his cockhead. Finally prepared to happily engulf her uncle’s cum filled prize, Makatia was taken aback by what her uncle said next.

“My Lady…we can’t.” His face become sharply contorted, as if locked in dyer pain.

She shook her head before he could say anything else. “Aren’t I your sweet little, loving niece?\"

Closing her eyes, Makatia took his hard cook deeper into her wet, heart shaped mouth. And he moaned again and again as she began pleasuring her uncle’s shaft. There was love and affection in the act, which made her blowjob better than any profession hooker ever could be.

He looked hungrily down at her perfect body. Stephan couldn’t deny that he had often fantasized about this moment. ‘She was so beautiful and who couldn’t view her as a sex object occasionally?’ he thought. Unable to resist her Makatia’s menstruations, he groaned again. “Oooooh yes... My sweet little girl! Suck it Katia.... Suck it… Harder! Oh, Katia, suck my cock! That’s my naughty little girl!”

A low moan escaped his lips, and before she knew it, his hands were guiding her head back and forth. Turned on by her uncle’s lusty talk, Makatia became even more aroused. She began bobbing her head faster up and down. All she could think about was the sensation of her young, hot pleasuring mouth, and the hot wetness of her tongue licking and rubbing from the base of his shaft to the sensitive underside of the cockhead.

Her uncle could tell she was enjoying it toocauscause Makatia moaned, like someone enjoying the pleasurable taste of deep, rich cheesecake.

\"Yea, just like that…\" he told her. “Yea!”

Makatia continued to moan as she felt a wonderful, yet familiar sensation begin to boil up inside her uncle’s balls. Many times before when she had previously given blowjobs, Makatia tried to swallow the whole thing but her uncle Stephan’s cock looked far too big for that. So she decided to first suckle on his helmet-shaped crown, bobbing her head as she slurped. At the same time, she jacked the shaft with her dainty hands. Soon her rhythm werfeerfect; each down stroke of her lips met with an upstroke of her hand. Fondling her shimmering brown hair, Stephan moaned out again. \"Ohhh man…that\'s good…fucking good…Katia. Just like home…back in Caspiar.\"

Her cheeks hollowed and he felt the pressure on his cock increase. She couldn\'t take all of him inside, but she kept rubbing the rest with her. Sucking even harder, she pulled his hard dick out of her mouth with a loud pop and licked down the shaft to his hairy balls. Makatia then scooped his balls into her palm and pressed them against her lips, kissing, licking, and sucking. She could feel his knees quiver and shake as his naughty nymph played with his nuts. Makatia could tell that her uncle was so hot that he was literally ready to cum in her mouth right then and there. Feeling his penis stiffen and engorge, she tightened her hands around the base, shutting off the flow of blood.

Makatia could tell from the look on his face that her uncle was in paradise as her warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. While her tongue darted and flicked over the nerves in his cocks head, she bobbed her head ud dod down, fondling his balls, while he moaned again and again in response. And when he looked down and saw Makatia’s lips stretched obscenely around his cock, he knew the moment was near.

\"Gonna cum soon…my…my cock-sucking princess…\"

She began bobbing her head up and down on his cock rhythmically, using her fingers to stroke his penis. Her mouth muscles ached and her vagina was wet and steamy. Faster and faster she sucked and pumped as his legs began to shake. ‘Hell’, Makatia happily figured, ‘How often does a uncle get blown by his niece?’ Especially a little sex machine who wants her uncles hot spunk splattered across and dripping down from her face.’ Picking up her pace even more, less than a minute later, when almost the entire length of was cockhead was down her throat, he began to cum.

Unable hold back any longer, Stephan shot his boiling, cum juice into Makatia\'s mouth. Pulsing over and over again through his cock, he continued to moan.

“AAAAAH!”

“AAAAAAH!

“AAAAAAAH!

His cock jerked again and again, filling her mouth with her uncle\'s flavorful, salty seed. Makatia kept her lips tight, trying to get all of his semen. And for the first time, when she swallowed, discovering that she enjoyed the taste and the sensation of his hot cum in her mouth and throat.

As he shot more and more of his load into her throat, Makatia happily discovered that she didn’t gag on the thick Uncle semen pumping out. But soon, gasping for air, she had to remove his cock from her throat.

She kept jacking him off even as he continued shooting his load. One shot landed on her cheek. The next load shot onto her forehead, yet another shot onto her closed eyelid. Makatia loved it all, her hips squirming as she too climaxed, stiffening for a second time and then releasing, stiffening and releasing. The motions pulled deep groans from her uncle as Makatia’s mouth first teased, then closed again upon his now ultra-sensitive cockhead.

Makatia continued to play, rubbing, licking and sucking her uncle’s cock. Swirling her tongue around and around his cock head and sucked until there was no more cum. Soon, she could feel his cock growing hard again. But just as her sizzle finished, her uncle abruptly jerked back, pulling his cock out from her mouth.

Despite being crushed by her sudden rejection, Makatia didn’t pull back. But her frown marked what she thought was the end of a love affair, which had just barely begun. But as she did so, her sweater rode down just enough to allow her firm, luscious left breast to completely slip out.

Dropping her eyes, Makatia’s bottom lip dropped open just a bit. Unsure whether he wanted to express anger or joy, Makatia did know he hadn’t been close to a woman for as long as she could remember. As the confused feelings of both a woman and child raced through her mind, Makatia lightly nuzzled her head against his. Then a whimsical thought almost made her laugh. ‘Perhaps, I would have been better off if Mr. Robins could somehow switch places with my uncle’.

Makatia flashed a nervous smile as her eyes stayed locked on her uncle’s throbbing flesh. It still shot stiff and hard from his shorts, even as more of his precum oozed out and spilled onto the hard nipple of her perfect left breast. Feeling that she had nothing to lose, Makatia tried another joke. “Ooops, sorry…Uncle. I didn’t mean to…flash you.”

Feeling the tension evaporating, they both chuckled. Makatia then made a crack. “But I told you I don’t need a bra, didn’t I.”

Feeling her need still unquenched, she looked wantonly up at her uncle. Taking his lubed up cock, Makatia placed it between her breasts and pushed them together. When her uncle finally smiled, she knew what was next.

With Stephan straddling Makatia’s chest, he grabbed her amazing C-cup breasts, and squeezed them firmly together. With each of her breasts in his hands, he started to thrust forward and back between them. His broad smile was all she needed to know that she was an amazing titty-fuck. Pumping his cock into her cleavage, he grasped her breasts so hard that it madr sqr squeal. He could feel his cum building again in his balls again and she knew it too. As her pearls shook, he yelled, \"Oh, God that feels so good. You’re going make me cum, again, Katia!\"

Makatia moaned as her pearls wrapping around his cockhead as he thrust his cock between her amazing breasts. Upon hearing his exclamation, Makatia grabbed his dick and started jacking it off. She knelt before him as he started to shoot his load. The first shot landed on her chin and both cheeks, then her nose, and then into her mouth. As the pressure in his cock died down it oozed out onto her pearls and breasts.

Makatia’s pretty face was contorted in orgasm as Stephan again thrust his cock into mouth. She closed her full red lips around him and sucked deeply. Then finally, she slipped his cock from her mouth as he watched her cum covered face swallow the remaining flow. Then she stopped sucking and started to gather his cum off her face and pearls. She began to push it all into her mouth. Watching her doing this made him shudder as he began to get another hard on.

“Uncle, that was great! Let’s go...”

But Makatia was cut short when Stephan bent down to her right breast and took it into his mouth! Enjoying how he was sucking so madly, she rolled hers eyes frantically as he began nibbling upon her nipple. Her smile grew bright until…when her necklace suddenly brushed up against her uncle’s face.

His eyes shooting wide, he jumped back with a start. Seemingly lacking any words to provide Makatia an answer, his face turned bright crimson.

“Uncle.\" He voice, soft and whispery as slowly and tenderly stroked his cock. \"Uncle Stephan, I want you so bad. Please take me home to your bed. We can’t do it here, the monkeys might see…\"

\"Oh, Makatia, how can we?\" His voice now hard, but his eyes were filled with sadness and need even as his niece began sucking on his cock again. As she pleasured him, it amazed her that, even after cumming twice, he stayed hard in her mouth. And she realized that she had been with far too many one shot wonders in her life.

With her vagina was already soaking wet and raw passion was surging through every nerve in her body, Makatia struggled to calm herself. ‘We\'re uncle and niece! We can\'t...’ she thought. ‘But then again…’ Taking him all the way in, she began deep throating him completely. Holding his cockhead in her throat, she worked her muscles as held her breath. An excellent swimmer, she took pride in being able to stay under the warm for more than two minutes. But it was less than one minute that he rewarded, again.

\"Poor Uncle,\" still licking his cum from her lips, she raised up to whisper into his ear, \"it\'s onlyr. Yr. You have seen me naked before.”

For just a moment a silly grin flashed cross Makatia’s face. She bent her face up to give Stephan a peck on his lips. Then she slipped her head down to snuggled up against her uncle.

Uncertain why he continued his marked silence continued and even why she was flirting with him, ‘Actually well past flirting’, she shook her head. While still giving her uncle head, Makatia tried changing the subject. “So, do we have time to stop and get a soda on the way? I feel pretty hot.”

“Sure honey. What ever you want.”

Continuing her hand-job, she snuggled up against her uncle. “Uncle. I’ve never seen pictures of mom when she was my age. Tell me again what she looked like.”

“She was…a beautiful czarina, just like you…my beautiful, little monkey.”

While Stephan told her how radiant her mother was, he slip his right hand down across her soft belly, and under her Victoria Secret bikini panties to the exquisite crop of brown public hair that began just above the perfect V of her thighs.

Lacking any embarrassment, she knew what he really wanted. Stephan looked on as she arched her back, and shamelessly spread her legs wide apart, exposing her trickling sex to his whims. His fingers brushed through the fine hair till she found her sensitive slit, which was already wet. Stephan rubbed lightly back and forth on her clit, bringing a sigh of passion from her lips. She softly moaned as his anxious fingers parted her smooth labia and he slipped her index finger inside.

The wantonness and sexual abandon she\'d experienced tearing down the sexual barriers between thad had been a very liberating and arousing experience. She didn’t want to stop now. Makatia had never had a guy go down on her before. While boys had fingered her before, they’d unfortunately done a worse job then she could do herself, and really wasn’t sure what to expect. But now, Makatia wanted to feel her uncle\'s mouth and lips licking and kissing her down there! She wanted him to boldly lick her hot wet pussy as he cupped her naked ass cheeks in his hands. And then, after he went down on her, she knew she wanted even more.

Just then he slipped a second finger in between her tight cunt lips, slipping it in the wet depths of her pussy as far as his fingers would reach.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, mmmmmmmmm,\" Makatia moaned as she felt Stephan\'s digits penetrate her and spread her pussy lips apart even slightly, feeling her cunt clamp around his probing digit. He responded to her moans by sliding his pussy-lubricated finger in and out of her clasping cunt. With his fingertips pressed against her hymen, he cautiously poked further. The elastic membrane yielded a little, causing Makatia to moan, in both pleasure and pain. Makatia bucked her pussy up against his probing strokes and she knew the time was right.

\"I\'m a virgin,\" she whimpered, \"pop my cherry Uncle Stephan! I saved it for you. Make me a woman!\"