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Hello, my name is Sarah Mitchell, and this is a story about myself, my Uncle Jeff and incest.
In the beginning, I was horrified and scared when it became clear to me what my Uncle Jeff wanted from me in exchange for a family and a place to live. Despite being young and having grown up in a sheltered environment, I knew what he was doing was wrong and in a way, I felt trapped with no other recourse but to let him do what he wanted. I resisted at first but eventually, I acquiesced and willingly opened my body and heart to him.
I don't want to sound like a victim because I don't think in the real sense of the word that I was. When I look back on what happened and if I'm honest with myself, I can see there was a part of me that found pleasure and enjoyment in him and in what we shared.
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My Mother died in an automobile accident at the start of my freshman year of high school. I was left orphaned with nowhere to go and no money to support myself until my Mother's older brother Jeffrey stepped up and gave me an opportunity to live with his family. Mom and Uncle Jeff had fallen out of touch a long time ago, and I didn't know Uncle Jeff very well having met him only once, years earlier. Though he made me feel uncomfortable by the way he sometimes looked at me, at that time in my life, I was a frightened, lonely girl who felt grateful to my Uncle for giving me a home and not turning his back on me.
A tall, good-looking man with early salt and pepper colored hair, Uncle Jeff was quite an imposing figure. Uncle Jeff was a well-known businessman in the area and owned a successful construction company and a large spacious home in the better part of our town. Uncle Jeff already had a large family of four grown boys who had already left home, and two girls, Jennifer and Pammie. Jennifer, the older of the two girls and I were the same age and during the first few years after I moved in we were best friends, but by the time we were seniors in high school, things had begun to change.
In just those few years since my Mother's death, I had changed from a skinny, gangly girl to a young woman with full, womanly hips, small trim waist, firm ass, and well-shaped breasts with long suckable nipples. I took after my Mom in many ways, like her I had long, thick blonde hair, large hazel colored eyes, highlighted by long dark lashes and full sensual pink lips. The boys had started calling and coming by the house, an occurrence that Uncle Jeff did not like. He would hang up on them, intimidate and threaten them when they came to the house, and after a while, they stopped coming by, and I felt even more isolated. I loved my Uncle Jeff, but as I grew older and began to mature physically, he became more strict and controlling, and after graduating high school, my life was reduced to working as an office clerk for my Uncle, school, and home.
During Jennifer's senior year, she changed and became quiet and reclusive, and we didn't seem as close as before. To the surprise of all of us, a week after graduating, Jennifer ran off and married Bobby Lee Franklin, a boy we barely knew. I was saddened, disappointed and lonely when she left. Sensing my unhappiness, Pammie, the little sister would sometimes come and sleep in my room in Jennie's old bed. Though she was only seven, she was a happy, funny little girl, I appreciated her company, and things seemed to return gradually to normal.
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I thought things were fine and that I had found a home with parents and siblings that I could be a part of. I was grateful to my Uncle Jeff and Aunt Rena for giving me a place to call home and tried to be helpful about the house and as unobtrusive as I could be. When not at work or school, a lot of my time at home was spent with Pammie. Once or twice during the week and on some weekends Pammie would enjoy sleepovers with her little cousins leaving the house empty. One afternoon after getting home from work, I wanted to put on something more comfortable, so I took my clothes off, and naked walked across the room to my walk-in closet. Thinking I was alone, I did not close the bedroom door, and so leisurely took my time picking out something to put on. When I turned to exit the closet, Uncle Jeff was standing in the doorway.
He stood there staring, his eyes taking in every detail of my body. I watched as his eyes took in my hard and elongated pink nipples surrounded by darker half dollar sized areolas, and then traveled downward finally resting on my neatly trimmed dark blond bush and the slight protrusion of my pussy lips between my open thighs. I grabbed for my robe to cover myself.
"Sarah . . . I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be home. I heard someone moving around up here and came to check on it. When I saw the door open, I peeked in; I did not expect to find you here, like this," he said his eyes never straying from my fluffy mound.
I could feel the hot blush of embarrassment spread across my chest and face.
"It's okay, I should have closed the door," I said as I tried to pass Uncle Jeff, who was partially blocking the closet door, forcing me to rub my breasts against him to get through the narrow doorway.
I believed what happened was an innocent mistake and vowed just to be more careful about my personal space.
I didn't think anything else about the closet incident or Uncle Jeff until a few days later.
I was in the back yard watching Pammie play when Uncle Jeff came up behind me. I felt him press against and I quickly became aware of his swelling member. He heard me gasp and slipped his arms around my waist effectively holding me captive in front of him. I was forced to stand there with his cock twitching, growing bigger and harder as he rubbed it between the cleft of my ass cheeks.
"Uhmmmm . . . one day soon Sarah, you're going to spread your legs for me, and I'm going to slip this inside you," he said bending close to my ear.
Hoping I had misunderstood him, I tried turning around to face him, but he held me facing forward my back pressed hard against his chest.
"Uncle Jeff, what are you doing, stop," I said squirming to break free. I looked up and saw Pammie had turned and was watching us with childlike concern and curiosity on her face. Smiling broadly in her direction, I stopped struggling, waved and watched her until she went back to playing. I stood there confused and embarrassed as he continued more aggressively to hump and rub himself against me. Finally, he grunted loudly and held me even tighter, crushing me against him for a few long seconds muttering, "Oh yessss, that's my girl, that's my sweet girl," before releasing me and walking back to the house, adjusting his pants as I stood watching him . . . shaken.
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My Uncle began molesting me within weeks of the back yard incident. It started with fingering and groping in the middle of the night, masturbation, and then intercourse in a relatively short period. I would lay there awake, unable to sleep, waiting to hear the sound of him at the bedroom door. When the door finally opened, I would squeeze my eyes shut and keep them closed as he took his shorts off and got into my bed, in time seeking relief between my legs.
Not fully understanding or imagining my Uncle's hidden motives, in my naiveté and emotional neediness, I said nothing about what was happening to anyone. My only concern was pleasing my Uncle Jeff and showing him how much I appreciated what he had done for me, until one night when Uncle Jeff came to my bedroom. I remember I was in sort of a half sleep, moaning, dreaming that I was trying to rub myself but for some reason was not able to do so. I usually slept in my panties and an oversized t-shirt, but this night I awoke to find my shirt pulled up exposing my breasts and a sensation of pressure between my legs. In the dark, quiet of the room as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I slowly realized that it was my Uncle Jeff kneeling beside my bed with his hand under the covers and inside my panties. I started to scream, and he quickly covered my mouth.
"Shhhhh, be quiet. I want you to lay there and be quiet; don't say a word do you understand?" Terrified I did as he said, and lay there while he slipped his hand back into my panties and masturbated me until a hot, pleasurable but unfamiliar sensation washed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.
"Damn, you're a hot one aren't you, it didn't take long at all for you to cum. That's good; that's good," he said as he rose and jerked himself to an orgasm spewing thin ropes of white, creamy cum on my breasts before leaving my room.
