When my niece showed up unexpectedly at my medical clinic, asking me for my help... I never had the slightest idea where it would lead.
I finished my notes on my last patient and clicked to the next, raising my brow at the entirely blank form on my screen.
“Iris?” I asked, the nurse turning from where she'd been chatting with our receptionist and walking over. “Room two?”
“Young girl... looks maybe fourteen or so,” she explained as she approached. “Could barely get a word out of her—not even a name. She obviously needs help of some sort... but I was afraid she'd turn tail and run if I pressed.”
I nodded in understanding. Iris had been a nurse for thirty-two years; when I'd first been starting out, she'd taught me a good deal more about how to be a good doctor than several of my med-school professors had. If she said the girl needed help, then the girl needed help.
“Keep an ear out, if I need you,” I told her unnecessarily, as I stood and headed for the door to room two.
“Hi there,” I said as I stepped inside. “I'm Doctor McKin—Zoe?” I gasped as I saw her, freezing in place.
“Uhh... Hi, Uncle Graham,” my niece said, the absolute picture of misery as she sat there on the exam table, her little pink backpack clutched like a security blanket in her arms. I thought for a moment it had to be something about Katie; my soon-to-be ex-wife had been staying with her sister and her family since we'd split. But no unwelcome house guest could account for the look in Zoe's eyes. She wasn't fourteen—she'd had her eighteenth birthday just a few weeks back, I'd watched her blowing out her candles myself. But I certainly understood Iris' mistake; Zoe was tiny and petite, her long, wavy blonde hair and delicate features making her look significantly younger than she was.
“What's up?” I asked, closing the door behind me. “Do your mom and dad know you're here?”
She shook her head, biting her lip, her stunning, bright-blue eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You're my doctor, right? Whatever I tell you... there's that rule? You can't tell them unless I say?”
“Doctor-patient confidentiality,” I nodded reassuringly. “There are a few exceptions, like if you were planning to harm yourself, or somebody else. But yes; unless I'm legally required to break confidentiality, anything you tell me stays between you and me.”
She chewed her lip a bit longer, staring into my eyes, making up her mind... then nodded, lowering her gaze and reaching into her bag. She came out with a hairbrush, holding it out to me. I stepped closer, frowning as I took it from her.
“The end came off,” she said, barely a whisper, and I saw that she was right; there was the brush part, and then the handle, and then an empty spot where some sort of cap should have been, to hold the soft, gel-like handle piece onto the stronger, hard plastic core inside. I had a brief moment of confusion, wondering why she was showing this to me... and then I got it.
“It came off... inside you, you mean?” I asked, my voice as neutral and compassionate as I could make it.
“Oh, God...” she started to sob, covering her eyes with her hands. “I'm such an idiot! You must think I'm disgusting!”
“Oh, Zoe... neither one nor the other, sweetheart!” I stepped closer, wrapping her in my arms, softly kissing her hair, and letting her cry into my chest. Totally unprofessional, as her doctor... but absolutely required, as her uncle. “It's perfectly natural to want to experiment, and play... and this sort of thing happens more often than you think! This won't be even close to the strangest thing I've ever had to pull out of somebody, believe me!”
“Really?” she sniffled, as I softly stroked her hair.
“This one time, when I was still in med school, doing my rotation in the ED...” I told her. “This lady was using one of those big, round, incandescent light-bulbs. One that then broke, while it was inside her!”
“No!” she gasped in horror, leaning back from my chest to stare up into my eyes, her own troubles temporarily forgotten.
“Oh yeah,” I nodded seriously. “And however bad you're imagining it right now... the reality was worse! She lived, thankfully... but trust me when I tell you; a little plastic whatchamacallit is child's play! We'll get you into a gown and up into the stirrups, I'd grab my nurse, and we'll have it out of you in no time!”
She clutched at my arm, vigorously shaking her head. “Can't... can't you just do it? Please? This is bad enough already, having to tell you... I don't want some stranger knowing what I did, too!”
“Well... if that's what you want,” I reluctantly agreed. Having a female nurse in the room was a good policy, one designed to protect both of us. But... some things were more important than policies. “I'll just grab you a gown, then...” I stepped away to the cupboard where we kept them.
“Don't bother,” she sighed in resignation, easing herself down off the table and quickly undoing the fastenings on her skinny little jeans. “It's not like you're not about to see everything anyways.”
“I... suppose that's true,” I said. But I still turned away to give her what privacy I could. I examined female patients all the time... but I never watched them undress. It shouldn't have made much difference, but somehow it did.
“How do these stirrup things come out?” she asked, and I turned back around. She was naked from the waist down (except for cute pink ankle socks), standing at the foot of the table, tugging ineffectively.
“Let me, there's a bit of a trick to them,” I said, taking over. “You just hop up onto the table, put your heels in, and wiggle down until it feels like your butt is about to fall off the edge.”
She did as I said, as I rolled over my stool and exam tray, taking my seat, telling myself over and over again that she was just another patient, and that I did this all the time. And definitely not letting myself think about the fact that she was my beautiful, sexy, half-naked little teenage niece, spreading her thighs and showing off her absolutely breathtaking, shaved little pink pussy for me!
“Have you ever had a speculum exam before?” I asked, opening the nearby drawer and pulling out what I needed, laying out a drape, opening the sterile packs and arranging everything on the tray. It felt distinctly odd, doing it all myself instead of having a nurse do it for me... but at least I used these tools often enough I actually knew where they were stored, and didn't have to go hunting. Zoe shook her head, nervously biting her lip again.
“Okay... there's not much to it,” I explained, holding up the speculum where she could see, to demonstrate how it worked. “I'm going to lube this up, then slide it inside you as gently as I can. It'll be uncomfortable, and it'll probably feel pretty cold, and there might be a tiny bit of pain, but there shouldn't be much. In the unlikely event that it does hurt a lot, then tell me right away, and I'll stop, and figure out why. Once it's in there, I open it like this, until I can see what I need to see. Then, I slide this other little grabby-tool in from behind, through the gap, just like this. I take hold of that cap, and pull it back out. Then I close the speculum, pull that out too, and that's all there is to it. Sound good?”
“If you say so,” she nodded nervously. I got to work with the lube, spreading it on liberally, and eased the instrument inside her. She whimpered, tightly closing her eyes... but from the sound of it, I was pretty sure that was mostly embarrassment, not pain. I opened it up just a touch, keeping it as narrow as I could get away with, peering inside...
“Okay, I see it,” I told her, taking the forceps from the tray and easing it into place. “Just another moment...” I was able to grab the endcap easily, and it came straight out without any trouble at all. “Got it!” I announced, closing the speculum and withdrawing that as well. “All done, you can sit up now.”
“Thanks,” she said, still hanging her head in shame, as I handed her the cap I'd pulled out of her, as well as a box of tissues and a small garbage can, so she could start cleaning herself of the lube. I tried not to watch.
“I'd say 'any time'... but I think we can agree this should really only be a one-time occurrence,” I said, making her smirk self-deprecatingly. “You need to tell your mom to buy you a proper toy, sweetheart. One that's actually designed for use inside you.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “Masturbation is a sin, remember? Mom would sooner ship me off to a convent, than buy me something to 'defile' myself with!”
“Your mom... is a hypocrite!” I scowled. “When she was your age...” I stopped myself, sighing and shaking my head. “Never mind, you don't need to know that. But I take your point. Tell you what... I think I've only got two more patients left, before I can close up. How about you get dressed again, and you just chill out in here for a bit? You can find a sex-shop in the area on your phone, and once I'm done, I'll take you to pick out a toy or two—safe ones!—you can use from now on. My treat.”
“Really?” she gasped. I nodded, but I didn't have time to say anything else before she'd launched herself down from the table, throwing herself at my chest in a big, tight hug. “Thank you, Uncle Graham! Thank you so, so much!”
“No problem, sweetie!” I chuckled, hugging her back and kissing her hair. “But, uhh... you think maybe you could put your pants back on, before you give me any more hugs?”
She giggled at that, but rather than backing off she reached her arms up around the back of my neck, stretching up onto her tippy-toes and pulling me down to give me a kiss on my cheek, instead. Only then did she go back to the table, getting back into her cute little Hello Kitty panties (I hadn't noticed the design before), and her almost impossibly tight little jeans. I waited until she was fully dressed, then opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Next up should be the six-month vaccination appointment for Ezme Lopez' newest... now what was the little boy's name again? I'd have to check the computer before I went in.
“So?” Iris asked, with a tilt of her head at the door to room two. Leandro, that was it. Leandro Lopez. Little Leandro the Lung... geez, that kid had a scream on him! There was a reason I'd had Becky schedule him for the end of the day, once all the other patients had cleared out.
“No charge, no paperwork,” I told her. She raised an eyebrow. I knew she wouldn't push me, if I left it at that... but nurses are nosy, and gossipy besides. If I didn't tell her something, she'd feel obligated to figure it out herself. Besides which, she would be the one prepping the room and making sure the instruments I'd just used got sterilized, so it wasn't like I could keep it completely secret anyways... but she didn't need to know the details. And she certainly didn't need to know that Zoe was my niece!
“Needed a little help, just like you said,” I told her. A little bit of flattery never hurt. “She's going to be waiting in two until I'm done, then I'm giving her a ride where she needs to go.” Not a word of it was a lie—Iris was far too good at ferreting those out. It wasn't my fault if she led herself to the wrong conclusion.
“You're a good man, Doctor McKinley,” she smiled warmly, patting me on my arm.
The scream from the front door snapped our eyes up as one; three dirty, sweaty men in high-vis jackets, the one in the middle holding his arm across his abdomen, his face a grimace of pain. He must have joggled the arm somehow coming through the front doors, hence the scream.
“Tell me what happened,” I commanded as I approached, though from the look of the injured one I already had a pretty good idea; shoulder dislocations are pretty obvious when you see them. The city had been doing some sort of water-main or sewer work down at the corner—the men must have walked over from there.
“He tripped, and fell into the hole,” the older man in front replied. “We got him out—” I stopped him with an upraised hand; I didn't care about that part right now.
“When he went down, he tried to catch himself? Landed on his arm on the edge of the hole?” I asked.
“You saw it?” his eyes widened, taken aback.
“Just been doing this a while,” I glanced aside, where the eldest Lopez, Carmencita, was riding herd on her next three younger siblings, their eyes all wide with shock and fear. “Into the hallway please, folks. Becs...”
“On it!” she responded, popping out from around her reception counter. You wouldn't think so, from the blue hair, tattoos, and piercings, but she was actually great with kids; I knew I could count on her to reassure and distract them while we got on with things.
“Room three's ready,” Inez, my second nurse, said as she appeared from behind me.
“Hallway,” I shook my head. “We're going to need the extra room. But grab one of the break room chairs; I need something that isn't going to roll.” She nodded and rushed off to do as I asked. We proceeded carefully down to the widest, clearest section of the office—which just my luck, happened to be right outside the door to room two, where Zoe was standing with a look of terror in her eyes.
“You, come here,” I told her, pointing to an area of floor just next to the man, on his uninjured side.
“Me?” she squeaked, her eyes going even wider. But though she shook her head in denial... she nevertheless stepped reluctantly forward. “What do I do?”
“Talk to him,” I told her. “Give him something else to focus on while we work.” Iris was already gathering tools, just waiting on Inez to get back with a chair.
“Um... hi,” Zoe bit her lip. “I, uhh... I'm Zoe. What's your name?”
“Carlos,” he said through gritted teeth. I put him at somewhere between twenty and twenty-five, but it was always hard to tell when somebody was in that much pain, and even more so when they were covered in sweat and grime besides.
“Hey, Carlos,” she smiled weakly, her already-pale skin turning almost ghostly as she got a good look at his shoulder. “That, uhh... I bet that really hurts, hunh?”
“Not... so bad...” he grimaced a brave attempt at a smile.
“If I could put that in a pill...” Iris murmured under her breath, catching my eye and biting back a smile of her own that I couldn't help but return. There was nothing like a pretty girl to take a guy's mind off his pain, that was for sure!
Inez returned and we got Carlos into his chair, before carefully slipping him out of his high-vis; it was both loose enough, and made of tough enough fabric, that I decided removing it normally would be better than cutting. The tight t-shirt beneath though, had an appointment with Iris' shears.
Zoe was still talking to him, her hand reassuringly on his other, uninjured shoulder, as I started my exam, carefully probing with my fingertips. It took a moment to be sure... but I sighed with relief as I finished.
“Okay Carlos; decision time,” I said, interrupting his discussion with Zoe. “Good news is, it looks like a straightforward dislocation, no sign of a fracture. Or at least, if there is a break, it'll be a small one, not all the way through the bone, and the pieces are still holding together the way they should be. That means this is something I can fix, if you want me to, but you need to make a choice. Option one, we send you to the hospital. The doctors there do this sort of thing every day, much, much more often than I do, which means they're better at it. The downside is, as painful as this is, you're in no immediate danger, which means it may be a bit of a wait until they get to you. But they do have narcotics on hand, so they'll do their best to get you feeling nice and floaty while you wait, and before they fix your shoulder for you. Option two, I do it. No narcotics, I'm afraid... but I can give you a few shots of local to numb you up as much as I can...”
“Needles?” Carlos shook his head, wincing as the movement caused additional pain. “I can't do needles, man. Can't you do it without?”
I paused, considering how to respond.
“Your tissue is already inflamed, from the injury,” I told him. “Which means that right now, your body is amplifying any pain signals coming from that area, as it tries to tell your brain to stop moving it around, so it can try to heal. If I do this, it's going to take longer, and hurt more, than when you popped it out of socket in the first place. A lot more. I strongly recommend that you let me give you a few shots of local anaesthetic, first.”
“You can do it though, right? You don't actually need to give me the shots first?” he asked, and I reluctantly nodded that I could. “Do it then, Doc. I can't fuck with needles! Do whatever you gotta do, just as long as you don't gotta stick me!”
“Okay then,” I sighed, and started giving out orders. Shoulder dislocations, especially in fit young men with tight ligaments and lots of muscle mass, are group projects. Thankfully, Carlos had arrived with friends; I put them to work holding him, with Iris and Inez helping guide what they were doing, as I got ready to manipulate his arm.
“We're going to count down to one, okay Carlos?” I told him, giving the nurses a surreptitious flash of two fingers, getting a subtle pair of nods in return.
“Okay, here we go,” I said, giving the whole team one last look to make sure everyone was ready. “In three...”
“Hey Carlos!” Zoe suddenly spoke up, and as I glanced over at her she suddenly lifted her shirt, flashing him her amazing, braless little B-cup breasts, his mouth gaping open in shock as he stared.
“Two!” I said, making my move. Carlos screamed... but his eyes remained absolutely riveted on Zoe's boobs, until I gave her a nod, and she put them away again, blushing brilliantly after what she'd just done.
“Think you could put that in a pill, too?” I murmured to Iris, making her snort with restrained laughter. I motioned the other workers away, and started the post-reduction exam. It looked and felt like everything was back in place.
“I thought you said you were going on one,” Carlos eventually said, once he'd had a chance to catch his breath.
“Sorry about that,” I smiled, shrugging guiltily. “If it makes you feel any better, you can consider it a compliment on your shoulder muscles. People always tense up, no matter what; they just can't help it. Getting that done was going to be hard enough already... I didn't want to be fighting you, too.”
He nodded in understanding... and kept stealing glances over at Zoe, who Inez had now shooed back to the doorway of room two, to keep her out of the way. Iris and I got him settled into a sling, while I gave him his instructions.
“Now, I still want you to head straight over to the ED, to get it x-rayed,” I told him. “You'll still have to wait for them to get around to you... but at least now you won't be in nearly so much pain, while you do. Everything looks and feels good to me, but there's still that risk of a small, incomplete fracture somewhere, and an x-ray will tell us for sure, as well as confirming that everything is exactly back into place where it's supposed to be, without anything having worked its way into the joint. I'm going to write you up a letter to give to the doctor at the hospital, okay?”
“Come on, Doc... do I really have to?” he asked. “Can't I just come see you again in a couple of weeks or whatever, instead?”
“You will come and see me again in one week, not a couple. And you will go to the hospital tonight to get it x-rayed! That is non-negotiable. I was willing to compromise on the needle thing... so you owe me one, and you'll do as I say. You feel me, Carlos?”
“I feel you, Doc,” he reluctantly nodded his acceptance, holding up his other hand for a fist-bump, which I gave.
“Don't worry, Doc,” the older worker, whose name I hadn't bothered to ask, spoke up. “I'll take him there myself, to make sure.”
“Okay then,” I smiled. “If you guys all want to go take a seat in the waiting room for just a minute, Carlos, you can give your information to my receptionist, Becky. I'll get that letter typed up for you, and then you can be on your way.
The other two helped Carlos back to his feet and went to do as I'd said, but Carlos hung back a little.
“Hey Doc...” he said, his voice quiet, pitched not to carry. “That girl...?”
I smiled, understanding exactly what he meant.
“Old enough you don't have to feel guilty about it,” I told him, my voice equally low. “Not old enough for you to do anything about it. Get me?”
“I get you,” he smiled, nodding and heading back out to the waiting room to join his friends. What I'd said wasn't really true, he wasn't that much older than her... but she was my niece; I was feeling protective. And... maybe even a little bit jealous, I had to admit. I sighed to myself, shaking my head. It was impossible, obviously... even if we hadn't been related, she was still far too young for me. But... if I was having such thoughts about my own niece, then clearly it was time I tried to start dating again. As much fun as I knew that was going to be!
I sat at the computer, and quickly wrote up a letter. The circumstances were a little unusual, certainly... but I felt confident they'd understand my reasoning for what I'd done, and why I was sending him to them for an emergent x-ray, rather than to one of the non-emergent imaging clinics that would take a couple of days. I had Inez take him his letter, while I checked in on Zoe.
“Is he really going to be okay?” she asked, before I'd even had a chance to speak. “Why are you sending him to the hospital, if you already fixed his shoulder?”
“Oh, he'll be fine,” I assured her. “And really, the hospital's just a precaution. A hundred and fifty years ago, we didn't even have x-rays—doctors did everything by look and feel, the same way I just did. There's some tiny chance, maybe one in a thousand, or one in a ten thousand, or something like that, that there might be a tiny chip of bone I couldn't detect, waiting to make a nuisance of itself. The x-ray's just to rule that out. It's extremely unlikely... but as long as we have the technology to do it, there's no reason not to check, just to make sure.”
“Okay...” she breathed, nodding slowly and wrapping her arms around her belly.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “That was pretty intense, what you just saw there.”
“It was... but... it was also kinda awesome, too!” she giggled shyly. “Is this what your job is always like?”
“Hardly!” I laughed. “It's mostly managing chronic conditions. Diabetes, hypertension, that sort of thing. And families with kids, of course; immunizations, checkups, occasional stitches... foreign object retrievals.” I winked, making her blush. “I haven't done a reduction like that in years!”
“Well... that just makes it even more impressive then, that you still knew exactly what to do,” she smiled, shaking her head. “I could never do something like that!”
“Don't sell yourself so short,” I smiled. “It's not like I just magically figured it out all on my own... my training taught me what to do. You could learn too, if you decide you want to. We already know you're good with patients—and that's much, much harder to teach, than just how to fix a dislocated shoulder!”
“I, uhh... don't think the medical board would approve of my methods,” she smiled shyly at what she'd just done to distract him from his pain, her blush intensifying.
“Maybe not,” I laughed, trying not to let myself stare down at her chest again as I remembered. God, she had beautiful little breasts! So firm, and perky, and round... just the most perfect little handfuls, with tiny little pencil-eraser nipples, erect and proud, just begging to be sucked! “But that wasn't the part I was talking about. You spoke to him, calmed him down... and you didn't freak out yourself, even without any training for this sort of thing at all. Those are no small things, believe me.”
“If you say so...” she said, but I could tell she wasn't convinced.
“Just think about it, is all I ask,” I smiled. “If you don't want to do this sort of stuff for a living, that's one thing. But if you thought it was 'awesome', like you said... then don't close off that path, just because you don't think you would be able to!”
She bit her lip and nodded, thinking. That would have to be good enough for now.
“Now... if you'll excuse me, I need to go poke a baby with a sharp, tiny stick!” I winked, making her laugh, and I went to go find Ezme and her baby.
As predicted, little Leandro was not very happy with me. And my last patient was challenging in an entirely different sort of way, since Mr. Krawczyk barely spoke any English. I eventually gave up on the translation app on my phone, and had to call his new employer myself to figure out exactly what it was they needed, which turned out to be a full physical for insurance purposes. That would be easy enough, it was something I did all the time—but not when I was already running late for closing the office on time, and I had my niece waiting for me to take her sex-toy shopping. I took him out to Becky and had her schedule him for early next week, the first block of time I had available. He thanked me much more profusely than such a simple thing justified, and once I'd seen him out the door I was finally able to collect Zoe and take her out to my car.
“Uncle Graham?” she asked as she was settling in.
“Hmm?” I replied, doing up my seat belt.
“I didn't ask, earlier...” she said, shyly averting her gaze. “But... was I okay... down there?”
“What?” I'd been about to start the car, but I paused at her unexpected question. “Oh, yes! Totally! Sorry, if I didn't say so earlier. I didn't do a full exam, or anything... but as far as I could see you looked perfectly normal. You might have some very slight irritation, from having the edge of that cap rubbing around inside you after it came off, but nothing that shouldn't go away in a day or two. Vaginas are actually surprisingly robust, and able to stand up to quite a lot of abuse—they need to be, considering the job they do! But I saw nothing at all to worry about, or I definitely would have said.”
“Oh... uhh, okay. That's good to know, I guess.”
I looked over at her, confused... but then suddenly I got it.
“That... wasn't what you meant, was it?” I asked. “You weren't asking for my medical opinion.”
She paused... then nodded, her cheeks on fire, her eyes firmly on her own knees, not daring to look at me.
“In that case... yours is absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart! Truly, truly beautiful!”
“Really?” she gasped, turning to me.
“You have no idea!” I chuckled wryly, slowly shaking my head. “You are going to make some extremely lucky guy very, very happy one of these days!”
She giggled shyly, then suddenly undid her seat belt again, leaning across to give me a long, slow kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, Uncle Graham!”
“I should be the one thanking you, sweetie! Believe me!” I laughed, turning in my seat, and giving her a hug, returning her kiss on her cheek. “And just for the record, in case you were wondering... your breasts are pretty spectacular, too!”
She laughed, hugging me tight and kissing me again, before settling back down to her seat and refastening her belt.
“So... you found a shop for us?” I asked, starting the car. She pulled her phone out of her bag, showing me the map. “Hunh! That is close! I never noticed there was one over there.”
I pulled out of my spot, and made my way to the next, somewhat lower-rent little strip mall just a few blocks behind the one my office was in. I parked, and we stepped out of the car. Zoe hurried up next to me, brushing against my side as we approached. I don't think she even realized she was doing it; her nervousness at her first time entering a sex-shop was just manifesting as a subconscious desire for safety, and protection. My first instinct was to reassure her there was nothing to worry, or to be embarrassed about—but I bit that back. Drawing attention to it just would have made it worse, I was sure. So instead I wrapped my arm around her back, my hand on her hip, giving her a squeeze, and she put hers around me, leaning harder against my side as I escorted her into the store.
Once we were in, it was all I could do not to laugh. She was adorable! Her eyes wide as saucers, her cheeks blushing brilliantly as she took everything in. We went up and down the aisles, taking our time; I wanted her to look at everything, before she started making choices. I, meanwhile, only had eyes for her; I was cataloguing her reactions, seeing what peaked her interest. Once we'd finished, she tried to pick the cheapest, most plasticy-looking dildo in the entire store. I had to put my foot down, and tell her to stop looking at price tags, directing her back to the ones I knew she'd actually been interested in. I ended up buying her three; a vibrating wand she could plug into the wall, a little rechargeable silver-bullet vibe, and a non-vibrating but realistic-feeling rubber dildo. And then, because I was feeling impish, I grabbed her a butt plug and a set of nipple-clamps, too. She gasped in shock... but I kissed her in her hair, whispering that she never had to use them if she didn't want to, but I wanted her to have them, in case she changed her mind later. She relented... and asked if in that case, we could switch the butt plug I'd picked for one of the ones with a beautiful, fox-like tail attached instead, her cheeks blushing brighter than I'd ever seen as she made her request! I chuckled quietly, and agreed that of course we could, making the switch. My last ***********ion I picked mostly as a joke; I saw what was basically a BDSM starter-kit, with a ball-gag, a blindfold, fuzzy pink handcuffs and a whip, and I just couldn't help myself! Zoe groaned, covering her eyes in embarrassment... but she couldn't hide the way the corners of her lips were trying to twist into a smile.
I paid at the register, the bored-looking female clerk giving us barely a glance, despite the obvious difference in our ages. I guess you saw all kinds, doing a job like that, probably even more than I did. We left, and climbed back into the car, Zoe hiding away her new acquisitions in her school bag.
“Thank you so much, Uncle Graham!” she smiled shyly as we did up our seat belts. “I owe you for this, big time!”
“Nonsense, sweetie...” I smiled, starting the car and beginning to pull out. “I'm just glad I could help.”
“Still... I really want to pay you back,” she said, adorably biting her lip. “And... I think I know exactly how I can do it. Do you... maybe want to try using some of these, on me?”
“What?” I gasped, slamming on the breaks in my shock, turning to stare at her.
“Or... you could maybe try using something else on me, instead...” she suggested, reaching over to place her small, delicate little hand on my thigh, and starting to rub.
“Zoe... you're my niece!” I objected grabbing her hand... but unable to make myself pull it away. “We can't!”
“Not by blood, I'm not,” she rationalized. “And you're single now, aren't you? Technically, you're just some guy who used to be married to my aunt. A really, really sexy guy, who any girl would be lucky to have taking her to bed!”
“We're separated...” I numbly replied, my brain feeling like it was misfiring.
“Close enough,” she giggled, her hand moving under mine. I couldn't make myself stop her... not even when she slipped it down inside my thigh, making me gasp, her beautiful blue eyes going wide at what she found waiting for her down the leg of my pants. “If Auntie Kate isn't taking care of you herself anymore, then she loses the right to complain about it, when you find someone else who will!”
“Zoe, sweetie...” I trailed off, shaking my head in denial, knowing there was something I needed to be saying to dissuade her, but having no earthy idea what that might be.
“Do you know... I used to tell Mom I was going to marry you, when I grew up?” she asked, adorably chewing her lip, staring down into my lap as she slowly, gently explored my rapidly-hardening cock with her hand.
“You did?” I gasped.
“Uh hunh!” she giggled sweetly. “I used to have the biggest tantrums, too, when she told me I couldn't, because you were already married! But... you're not married any more, Uncle Graham. Not really, even if you haven't quite finished the paperwork yet. Do you remember the way I always used to sit in your lap, any time you and Auntie Kate would come over to the house?” She shyly bit her lip. “I loved the way you put your arms around me, and kissed me in my hair! I... I didn't even know what 'sex' was, back then. Not really. But when I went to bed after your visits... I'd touch myself in my panties, dreaming I was your wife! Every orgasm I've ever had... I've had it while dreaming of you, Uncle Graham!”
“Sweetie, I...” I swallowed nervously. Of course I remembered that! I loved my nephews too, Zoe's two younger brothers... but I'd be lying if I said Zoe hadn't always been my favourite. “I don't know what to say.”
“Say you'll give me a chance,” she asked, slowly, bravely raising her eyes back up to mine. “I... I know this must seem like it's coming out of nowhere, to you. But... I'm in love with you, Uncle Graham! I have been, for a really, really long time! I'm just asking you to give me a chance, to prove that I can be better for you than Auntie Katie was!”
“Sweetie... your Mom would absolutely have kittens, if you and I started dating!” I tried.
“Mom doesn't get a vote,” she vigorously shook her head. “Only you do! If... if you really don't want me, then I have no choice but to accept that. I know that. But today, in your office, watching what you did with Carlos... and the way you took care of me! It... it made me love you even more, Uncle Graham! I... I just couldn't wait anymore, I had to tell you how I feel! So... just follow your own advice, okay? Please? If you really don't want me... that's one thing. But don't say no just because you don't think we can! And as for Mom... she'll get over it eventually. At least she'd better, if she ever wants to see her own grandkids!”
“Grandkids? Really?” I smirked despite myself. “Don't you think you're jumping the gun a little, there?”
“Nope!” she giggled sweetly. “If you were any other guy, then of course, definitely! But... I've known you my entire life! If you added up all the time we've spent together over the years... how many 'dates' do you think that would equal out to? I already know exactly what kind of man you are... how much better do you think I need to know you, before I'm allowed to decide what I want? And I know you always wanted to have kids of your own... you just couldn't, because of Auntie Kate. But... now you have another chance, with me!”
She wasn't wrong there, that was for sure. It certainly wasn't the only thing that had led to Katie and I getting divorced... but all the stress involved with trying to get pregnant, and eventually having to accept that it was never going to happen for us, sure hadn't helped matters any.
I had to be crazy, certifiably insane, to even be considering this! But seeing her there, staring back at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes of hers, seeing such intense, untamed love and devotion within...
I leaned towards her, and kissed her on her lips!
“Mmmm!” she moaned happily into our kiss, her hand tightening reflexively on my cock. I lifted my hand, running my fingers through her soft, beautiful hair. I felt the tip of her tongue flicking against my lips, and I opened my mouth—
The car horn blared from behind us, making us both jump! I pulled away from our kiss, waving in apology as I finished pulling out, Zoe giggling and blushing in embarrassment as I drove out of the lot.
“Not right now, sweetie...” I told her, reluctantly pulling her hand away from my crotch. “The last thing I need is to get into an accident, because you were distracting me!”
“Okay...” she reluctantly agreed. “But only if you promise we can pick up right where we left off, once we get back to your place!”
“Just you try and stop me!” I mock-threatened, reaching over to squeeze her amazing, slender little thigh, making her squeal in surprise and joy! That, I could do without worrying it would make me crash! She put her hand atop mine, stroking softly as I squeezed.
The trip back home passed in a flash; almost before I knew it I was pulling into my garage, which still seemed strangely empty to me without Katie's car in the next bay. Zoe was waiting at the corner of my car as I came around from the driver's side, one hand carrying her school bag, her other extended to take mine. I ignored her hand completely, pulling her into my arms and bending down to kiss her roughly, passionately on her lips. She giggled happily into my mouth, lifting herself to her tiptoes to make it easier for me, our tongues swirling and playing... until I reached down to her adorable little teenage ass, grabbing hold and lifting her into the air with a squeak!
She laughed, wrapping her free arm behind my neck to steady herself as we resumed our kiss, and I carried her into the house. She was such a tiny little thing, barely any weight to her at all! I paused only long enough to toe off my shoes, before taking her up the stairs to my bedroom. I set her down next to my bed, and she dropped her bag and quickly stepped out of her shoes, her hands trembling with nervous excitement as she began undoing the buttons of my shirt, my own travelling quickly up and down her incredible, skinny little body, exploring her under her clothes. I made myself wait until she'd finished with my shirt, before quickly stripping her of hers as well; her nipples were hard as glass-cutters, and flushed a glorious, bright shade of pink. I took her into my hands, and she moaned happily as I squeezed, her hands fumbling blindly at the fastenings of my pants as we made out.
My pants fell to my ankles, but before she could go for my boxers I pushed her onto the bed, squealing with surprise as she bounced. I undid her jeans, grabbing at her cuffs to start tugging them down her slender, shapely legs. She laughed and squirmed, grasping at the blanket as my yanking threatened to pull her off the bed. I got it done, and then slowed... I lifted her leg into the air, and bent to kiss her knee, working my way slowly down her calf until I finally removed her cute little ankle sock, my kisses to her instep making her shriek and kick as I tickled her. I repeated the process with the other leg, going even slower. She was moaning with pleasure, sexily biting her lip as she stared up at me from the bed, slowly squeezing and playing with her amazing little teenage tits.
I tossed aside her last sock, but before I could do anything else she was sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed, grabbing the band of my boxers and yanking them down my thighs.
“Oh, wow Uncle Graham!” she moaned, her eyes going wide. “I could feel you were big... but I wasn't expecting this!”
She took me into her hands, nervously chewing her lip, before leaning forward to give me a slow, tentative kiss on my tip. Then she paused.
“You... you know I've never done this before, right?” she asked, looking shyly up into my eyes in search of reassurance. “I've never done anything with a boy... I hadn't even been kissed, before you! So... if I do anything wrong, I need you to tell me, and teach me how to do it right!”
“Just do what comes naturally, sweetie,” I smiled down at her, softly stroking her hair. “There is no 'right and wrong', not really; it's just about figuring out what we both enjoy. As long as you don't actually bite me, I promise it's all going to feel pretty amazing to me!” She giggled at that, as I'd intended her to. “For now, just concentrate on figuring out what you like doing; the rest will take care of itself, believe me!”
She smiled bashfully, but nodded her understanding, and went back to what she'd been doing. She kissed and licked, exploring and playing with her hands, slowly working up her courage. She looked up again, her beautiful blue eyes wide and excited, as she finally took it inside, eagerly sucking and swirling her tongue around the head, stroking the shaft in her hands, lifting and playing with my balls.
I gave her a few minutes to play... but as amazing as it felt, and as much as I could tell she was enjoying herself, I knew there was something else she wanted—we both wanted—even more. First, though... I backed her away, pushing her to fall back onto the bed, slipping my fingers under the hem of her adorable little Hello Kitty panties. She giggled cutely, squirming and biting her lip, as I slowly pulled them up her long, slender legs, and tossed them aside. She blushed as I opened her thighs, taking a moment to devour her first with only my eyes. Then I dropped to my knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and claimed my treat.
I started slowly, just like she had, though every instinct I possessed was clamouring at me to dive right in! She tasted incredible! So fresh, and clean, and new, with just the tiniest hint of salt and sea, like a refreshing ocean breeze. Her outer lips were ever so slightly puffy, flushed a stunningly beautiful pink, protecting the tiny, delicate inner ones hidden between. I licked slowly, gently up and down, teasing her open with just the very tip of my tongue, taking a long, lascivious lick around her clit hood on every pass, making her squirm and moan. I moved my hands to the tops of her thighs, squeezing tight, and holding them firmly against my shoulders. She put hers on my head, running her fingers through my hair. And as I started paying more attention directly to her clit, coaxing that tiny, firm little bud out to say hello, she tightened her grip, pulling me against her lips!
I licked, kissed, and sucked... I pushed as deep inside of her as I could reach with my tongue! I even nibbled a little, making her squeal, squirm, and laugh! I knew it was time when her breathing started to change; she'd gasp inwards, holding it as long as she could, before expelling it all in burst. I don't think she even realized she was doing it, it was just her body's instinctive reaction to what I was making her feel, but I knew what it meant, and I increased my efforts in response. And when she finally stopped breathing completely, her slender little thighs quivering uncontrollably as they clamped around the sides of my head... I sucked her tiny, perfect little clitty as deeply as I could into my mouth, pinching it firmly between my lips, and rapidly flicking it with the tip of my tongue!
“Eeeeeee!” she wailed, fighting desperately to get away from me as the orgasm tore through her. She panted and trembled, shaking her head in denial, trying to push me away—but I just tightened my grip on her thighs to hold her in place, eating her delicious, creamy little teenage pussy for all I was worth!
She finally came down from it, weak and spent, gasping for air. I gradually slackened off, but only once the last of her aftershocks had faded completely did I allow myself to stop. I crawled up the bed, allowing my thick, straining cock to lay heavily against her soft, hot little lips as we kissed.
“God, Uncle Graham...” she purred against my lips, exhausted and satisfied. Then suddenly she giggled, which was unexpected enough that I backed away a little so I could look her in her eyes, quirking my brow in question.
“'Uncle Graham',” she giggled again in explanation, smiling and shaking her head. “You just gave me the most intense orgasm of my entire life... I want to give myself to you, and let you put your babies in me! And I'm still calling you 'uncle'! It's a little bit weird, don't you think?”
“Maybe,” I admitted with a grin. “But... I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't kind of like it.”
“Yeah?” she asked, she bit her lip again, her eyes glinting wickedly. “I bet you do, don't you? You're such a naughty, dirty uncle... I bet you can't wait to fuck your innocent little teenage niece, can you? You want to pin her down, and take her virginity... You want to cum in your niece's pussy! You want to claim her, and breed her! You want to put your babies in her, and make her yours forever!”
“I think you and I have vastly different definitions of the word 'innocent'!” I chuckled, bending to kiss her again, as she giggled happily into my lips. “But as to the rest...” I reached down, lining myself up, and gently began to press. She whimpered adorably, her hands clutching desperately at my hips. It was tight going... but this was why I'd been so intent on going down on her first, to loosen her up with my tongue. I went as slowly as I could, thrusting gently in and out, giving her time to adjust to the gradual widening of my hard, swollen head. And when it finally slipped inside, she threw her head back and squealed, trembling beneath my chest.
“Oh, yes Uncle Graham! Yes!” she wailed. “Fuck me! Fuck your niece's tiny little teenage pussy! Fill me up with that huge, hard incestuous cock!”
I grinned, and kissed her harder, slowly, gently increasing the depth of my thrusts, working my way inside. We weren't actually committing incest, not technically... but if the forbidden, taboo nature of that lie was feeding into her fantasy, then who was I to deny her?
It took a while, neither of us speaking, just panting into each other's mouths. The last few inches were particularly difficult... but a single glance into her eyes was all I needed; her pussy may have been playing stubborn, but she was even more so! She grabbed my ass, and I followed her guide. There were gasps, and moans, and even some tears... but we got it done. I held myself there, momentarily immobile, just taking a moment to stare at her... and from the look of pride and accomplishment in her beautiful blue eyes, she obviously couldn't have been happier!
“You like that, don't you baby girl?” I groaned, biting playfully at her soft, pouty lower lip, making her moan. “You like your uncle's big, hard cock splitting your tiny, virgin pussy!”
“I love it!” she wailed, grasping desperately at my ass, pulling me tight against her soft, puffy outer lips, grinding herself onto me as deep as I could possibly reach. “I love it, Uncle Graham! I love my uncle's cock in me!”
“I love it too, baby!” I purred, starting to thrust again, slow but hard, making her feel every last inch. “I love my niece's hot, creamy little teenage pussy! You feel so incredible, wrapped so tight around my cock! You're mine now, baby! You're mine forever! I'm going to knock you up, and you're going to be my good little house-wifey! I'm going to keep you barefoot and pregnant! Your only jobs are going to be raising our babies, and pleasuring my cock! Any time, and any way that I like!”
“Oh, God! Oh, God Uncle Graham! You're going to... you're going to make me! Oh, God, Uncle Graham... God, I'm cumiiiiing!” she screamed.
“That's it, baby! Cum for me! Cum on your uncle's cock!” I commanded, grinning wickedly. God, she was sexy! She was wailing and kicking, her sharp little nails digging deeply into the flesh of my back. I didn't care—I barely even noticed! I held her down and fucked her hard, owning her hot, clenching little pussy, making her mine! And quietly, only audible in the brief gaps between her squeals... I was absolutely loving the sound of her squelching little pussy, as she helplessly creamed herself on her uncle's hard, thrusting cock!
Her orgasm faded slowly, leaving her strung-out and boneless on the bed. She was still able to kiss me, more or less... I bent to the side of her neck, nuzzling her there instead, letting her catch her breath. I could feel the pressure building within me... it had been such a long time since I'd had sex with anything other than my hand! I was lucky it was Zoe's first time, and she didn't have anything to compare it to... but I was determined to last, at least long enough to make her cum one more time for me, first!
“Cum in me, Daddy!” she whimpered, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps on every thrust of my cock. “Please, cum in me! I want to have your babies, Daddy! I want you to cum in me! I want you to knock me up!”
God... if hearing her calling me 'Uncle Graham' had been pushing my buttons, hearing her calling me 'Daddy' like that was lighting up the whole control board!
“You first, baby girl!” I groaned into the side of her neck. “I'm close... but I want your clenching, cumming little teenage cunny to be what pushes me over the edge!”
“Then... squeeze my titties, Daddy!” she begged. “Squeeze my titties, and fuck me hard, and I'll cum really, really fast!”
There was no way in hell I was going to turn down an offer like that! I pushed myself up, took her phenomenal, perky little tits into my hands, and eagerly started to squeeze.
She moaned, arching her back, her eyes rolling back in her head. She reached one hand down to start vigorously rubbing her clit, her other resting on mine on her breast.
“Harder, Daddy!” she whimpered, squeezing on top of mine. “Harder! I want you to make it hurt!”
I squeezed as tight as I dared, pounding into her depths, the sound of my hips impacting her thighs echoing loudly through the room.
“Harder!” she squealed. “Bruise my titties, Daddy! I want your marks on me! I want proof that you own[i] me! I want to be [i]yours, Daddy! Please! Please, I want to be yours!”
I tightened my grip even more, slamming into her as hard as I could, using my entire weight and the force of my legs.
“Daddyyyy!” she squealed, her amazing, sexy little body going into convulsions as she started cumming again! It was like she was being electrocuted... and with her miraculous little pussy rhythmically strangling my cock, I wasn't far behind.
“Oh, take it baby! Take Daddy's cum!” I grunted as I burst inside her, filling that perfect, juicy little teenage cunny with my hot, potent seed!
“Yes Daddy! Yes! I love it! Oh, you're going to get me pregnant, Daddy! You're going to put your baby in meeee!” Her orgasm found a whole new gear... or maybe it was an entirely new one, arriving before the last one was even half-way through. She squealed loud and long, until the ran completely out of breath... either that, or she'd just transitioned into a register only dogs could hear! When she finally started gasping again, she began clutching at my shoulders, pulling me down towards her. I was none too stable anyways, in the aftermath of my own, and I allowed myself to take my hands from her tits and collapse onto her chest, kissing her passionately as despite my almost painful over-sensitivity I desperately continued to thrust, drawing out her orgasm as long as I possibly could.
“Stop, Daddy! Stop!” she finally gasped out, weakly patting me on my sides. “It's too much, I can't take it any more! You have to stop.” It took a moment for her words to penetrate... I slowed to a stop, barely maintaining the presence of mind to roll to my back, bringing her with me and clutching her to my chest.
It was several long, slow minutes before either of us spoke, our desperate panting the only sound.
“God, Daddy...” she finally purred, languidly nuzzling her cheek against my sweat-soaked chest hair, her voice slow and satisfied. “Is sex always like that?”
“No, baby...” I chuckled, softly kissing her hair. “That... that was exceptional!”
She giggled sweetly, nodding her agreement.
“Did I hurt you too much, baby?” I asked then, starting to think clearer now, and realizing what I'd allowed the heat of the moment to make me do.
“No more than I wanted you to, Daddy,” she whispered with a bashful smile, squirming as if to bury herself into my chest in her sudden embarrassment, making me gasp as the movement sent renewed bolts of pleasure ricocheting through my cock! “God... I can't believe I actually had the courage to ask you to do that to me! But... you just make me feel so safe! So loved... And it was even better than I dreamed, Daddy! It was perfect! Really it was!”
“I'm glad, baby!” I murmured, giving her a firmer, longer kiss in her hair, and a tight squeeze in my arms. “You can always talk to me, baby. No matter what! Anything you ever want... or anything you're not quite sure about, but you want to experiment with, to see if you really want it or not. You just tell me, sweetie, and I promise I'll do my best!”
She giggled, nodding against my chest. “And... how about you, Daddy?” she asked. “I know I'm still really new at this... is there anything I could do different, to make it better for you?”
“God, I hope not!” I laughed, shaking my head. “I think it might actually kill me, if there was!” She laughed at that. “Seriously, Zoe... you are incredible! The best I've ever had, and it isn't even close!”
“Really?” she shyly asked, a tentative smile on her lips. “Even better than Auntie Kate? You aren't just saying that?”
“Better than anybody, baby!” I assured her honestly. Did I dare tell her? Ah, hell. Secret or not, now that we were together, it was her right to know; anything else, would feel like I was lying to her. That was no way to start a relationship, and the absolute last thing I wanted to do! “Better than your Auntie Kate... and better than your mom, too!”
“You and Mom!?” she gasped, lifting herself from my chest to stare into my eyes, her own wide with shock and disbelief. “When? How? Why did I never know about this!?”
“It was a long time ago,” I smiled, lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair. “I started dating your mom first, back when we were still in high school. At the time, your auntie Kate was just a bratty middle-schooler who was always hanging around, constantly getting in the way any time your mom and I were trying to find some alone-time together to have sex. We eventually broke up... and it wasn't until years later that Katie and I ran into each other again at a party. We started out just reminiscing about old times... but one thing led to another, and we started dating, too. It made for an 'interesting' first thanksgiving at your grandparents' place, let me tell you! But we muddled our way through. And the rest, as they say... is history.”
“Hunh...” she said, as she slowly started to smile. “I guess you really do have a type, don't you?”
“So it would seem,” I agreed with a grin. “And now that I've collected the whole set, I have definitely found myself the best one out of the bunch!”
She laughed, and kissed me again, before settling happily back down onto my chest.
“Have you thought much yet, about how you want to break the news?” I asked, going back to kissing her hair again, lovingly stroking my hands up and down her slender, sexy little back, and her amazing, pert little ass.
“Not really...” she sighed. “In some ways, I don't really care. This is our choice to make, yours and mine, not theirs! It isn't any of their business! But... I know that's just wishful thinking. Realistically, they're going to find out sooner or later, no matter what. They're totally going to freak, when they do... and I doubt there's anything we can do or say to make it better.”
“Yeah... I think my bar for what counts as 'success', is going to be 'didn't get arrested',” I sighed. “As long as we can manage that, I think we'll be doing pretty well.”
“You really think Mom would do that?” she gasped. “Actually try to get you arrested for being with me?”
“You didn't see her reaction when she realized she'd been replaced by her younger sister,” I smirked. “Now it's happening again... and with her own daughter this time, which makes it even worse! I wouldn't put it past her.”
“But that's stupid!” she objected, lifting herself up again and vigorously shaking her head. “You two aren't even together... she's got Dad, now! I can see her getting mad because she doesn't want you to be with me... but not because of jealousy! That makes no sense at all!”
“Emotions rarely do,” I sighed. “It certainly doesn't 'make sense' for me to be falling in love with my own niece! But that doesn't mean it isn't happening. And as I'm sure you've realized by now... your mother isn't exactly the most rational, logical woman in the world, even when everything's going her way.”
“Do you mean that?” she asked, a timid, uncertain smile quirking the corners of her lips. “You're really falling in love with me already?”
“Faster by the minute, baby!” I confirmed, stroking my fingers through her hair. She giggled, kissing me hard... then rolled off of me, my cock finally slipping out of her and slapping wetly onto my abs. She stopped at the edge of the bed, reaching down to her bag and pulling out her phone.
“You're not really going to tell them by text?” I exclaimed as she started typing away. I could think of nothing more certain to raise her mother's red-hot, murderous rage. Katie's too, for that matter.
“Of course not!” she giggled. “I'm only saying I've decided to stay over at my boyfriend's tonight. I'm not telling them who my boyfriend is! And I'm texting Dad, not Mom. Let him be the one who has to break the news! I'll give them a few weeks to get used to the idea that I have a boyfriend now, before I tell them who you actually are.”
“Well... I suppose that's not the worst plan I've ever heard,” I admitted.
“No, it's not,” she agreed, setting her phone onto my bedside table, before twisting back to me with a smile, snuggling up against my side and resting her head on my chest, her fingers slowly playing through my chest hair. “And best of all, this means I get to sleep here with you, tonight!”
“I'm liking this plan better all the time!” I said, sliding my hand down to her adorable little ass, cupping her firmly and making her giggle. She turned her head, softly kissing my chest... her phone started to buzz with return texts, and she ignored it completely, her eyes flashing mischievously as her lips slowly began tracing their way south.
“No doubt about it!” I moaned as she took me into her mouth. I could no longer reach her ass, so I lovingly stroked my fingers through her long, soft blonde hair instead. “I definitely found myself the best one out of the lot!”
“Their loss!” she giggled, her soft, sweet lips vibrating against my crown, her hand playfully fondling my balls as she slowly, eagerly licked away her cum. “They had their chance... both of them did! It's not my fault they didn't appreciate what they had! You're mine now, Daddy! You're mine forever, and I am never, ever letting you go!”
“Me either, baby... me either!” I moaned as she worked. God... how many years had I spent trying to convince Katie to do this for me? To go down on me after I'd just finished cumming in her pussy? And now here was Zoe, my stunning, perfect little teenage niece, doing it completely on her own initiative, without even needing to be asked!
No... I didn't care what anybody said, least of all Katie and her sister. Zoe was my perfect, loving little girl! She was the only one who mattered, now. Zoe... and the children she would soon be giving me. She was going to look so fucking sexy, with that tiny, skinny little belly of hers swollen with my baby! I could picture it already... and I could hardly wait!