“Listen,” she said, “There’s just one more thing. Don’t freak out on me, but I need to ask you to do something for me.”
“It’s something that Tony and I wanted,” and biting her lip, fighting back more tears she added, “But now he’s gone, and I need you to do, what he can’t anymore.”
“Geez Lizzie!” I exclaimed, “Just tell me already! How bad could it be!” I questioned?
She laughed nervously, and then hesitated a bit, before saying, “Michael, I need you to do to Hannah, what Daddy did for me…. Before you say anything,” she continued, “Just know that no matter what you say, I will understand. Please don’t judge me….”
My mouth must’ve hit the floor, because Lizzie immediately started to backpedal. Crying about what a mistake it had been to ask me in the first place.
“No Lizzie!” I insisted, “You’ve got it all wrong.” As I explained to her, that my reaction was only, the disbelief, that one of my most secret fantasies, would be for fulfilled, was why I might’ve looked shocked. I had always had an inclination about my sexual desires, that included doing things with girls that were way too young for any normal person to consider. Obviously, Lizzie and I were different.
“How do we go about doing this?” I asked sincerely. “I mean what are we going to do about Lindsey?”
“Don’t you worry about Lindsey,” she quipped, “I’ll keep her busy… And by the looks of things,” she said smiling, “I think you’re more than ready to go!”
Taking me by the hand, she let me up the stairs to where the two girls we are busily engaged, chattering about boys, and laughing loudly about some of their adventures.
“Just wait down the hall,” Lizzie said nudging me, “And then once I have Lindsey down, do what you have to do…”
I nodded, and waited as she coaxed Lindsay downstairs. It took me a few minutes, to collect myself and convince myself to ignore the last shred of my moral integrity.
My prick felt like it was going to burst out of my clothing, quietly I entered Hannah’s room. I must’ve walked in on her, changing into a different outfit, for whatever activities she and Lindsey had planned. She was standing in nothing but a pair of panties, with her back to me, sorting through a pile push-up bras that were meant to enhance her upper half.
Very carefully I tiptoed up behind her, and gently grabbing the soft skin of her delicate shoulders, I whispered her name into her ear.
Hannah jumped, startled by the touch of my large hands, and turning, cried out, “Uncle Mike! What are you doing?!!”
Instinctively, she tried to push me away, in an attempt to cover her breasts. I grabbed her by the wrists violently, and pushing her backwards onto the queen size bed, I blocked her from trying to escape for me.
“Stop it! Uncle Mike!” She said indignantly, “I’m naked! You shouldn’t be in here!” She fought to get back up, to escape somehow, but I was much too strong for her. I forced her down onto the bed again, placing my hand on her sternum in between her small breasts. With my free hand, I twisted, and yanked my denim jeans off into a pile on the floor, freeing right now fully erect prick from its confines.
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