While the completion of this story best fits the Incest/Taboo category, there is an anal scene within.
Jennifer was always very wary of her old Uncle Harry, her mom's half-brother. At every opportunity, the old uncle that Jen referred to as a dirty old man, somehow seemed to be near whenever her mom or other family members were not. When she moved away to college, Jen considered she had put distance between her uncle and herself.
But then with Jen's dad no longer around, her mom suggested Harry should call by her college town apartment and check on her as a father figure, and so began his regular Sunday visits. Old Uncle Harry won a huge lottery prize, so he generously offered to pay for Jen's total rent, easing her financial burdens but creating a new unwanted burden - having the bright young 20-year-old indebted to her uncle.
As always, her uncle is on the spot and ready to leap in when she has a bust up with her boyfriend. And did old Uncle Harry leap in, taking advantage of her having consumed too much wine.
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So my uncle has at last got what I'm guessing he's wanted all along ... for years maybe. In the end, I wasn't able to keep him at bay any longer. Since he began paying my rent, I had fobbed him off with hand jobs and blow jobs, always ever conscious that he would want more, not ever content until he claimed the ultimate prize ... complete sexual possession of my body.
Tonight in my bed in my apartment, after a long lunch with too much wine flowing, he has succeeded in fucking me. I could say it's no big deal, like it's not as if I was still a virgin. I'd been sexually active with my boyfriend Jerry for four months and there were a couple of other guys before him when I vacationed in Europe in my gap year. But they were all around my own age and fun to be with.
My uncle is 35 years older than me. Like, to a 20-year-old with my whole life stretching ahead of me, that is like prehistoric. Who wants to go with or be seen with some man 35 years older than me, and he just doesn't get it. Even if I could overcome the age gap, the man is related to me, flesh and blood ... he's my uncle for god's sake, that's incest in what I learned growing up. But he doesn't seem to care, tells me I'm being old-fashioned.
He's not exactly the most attractive man ... his face is craggy, he looks old, older than his 55 years and his fingers are bent, calloused and gnarly, probably from arthritis, his hair is thinning on top so he lets it grow thicker on the sides and back to compensate and he wheezes through his nose when he gets excited. It's been obvious from the day he began paying my rent that he would not be content until achieving what he's always wanted ... full-on sex with me.
But as determined as my uncle was to totally have my body, I was just as equally determined not to let him. Although I would only secretly admit this to myself - never to him - that from the very first time I got to see his cock, I have felt it was possibly his best feature. No arthritis or wizened up features there, the cleanest part of him.
My uncle remained on top of me, seemingly uncaring while his cock spasmed every last drop of his creamy sperm into the darkest and most fertile recesses of my body while I lay beneath him, reviewing what had just happened, wondering how life changing his careless - or was it calculated - actions might have been in riding me bareback.
Yes, I know many will say it's my fault, the responsibility of a woman not to let a man inside her body without protection. But while I was still living in the family home with my mom, I couldn't bring myself to go to our local doctor for a prescription for birth control. I was afraid that mom would find out and think of me as slutty. And then I moved here to this college town and I just never got around to finding a new doctor and getting a prescription.
When Jerry and I started going together and we quickly progressed to having sex regularly, I thought I had the situation under control. I was such a keen student in biology classes and paid close attention to all that reproductive stuff. I calculated when I would be fertile and insisted that he wear a condom at those times. For the rest of the month, we could both enjoy the real live feel of his hard cock skin pushing in and out of my slick wet passage.
But on this night when my calculations indicated I was most fertile, my uncle had his own ideas and wouldn't heed my pleas for him to stop to roll on a condom. So where do I go from here? I'm going to have an anxious wait until my next period is due in two weeks. But what's worse, my uncle is still in bed with me and now he's had me I know he won't stop at one.
He seems to be asleep now. What with everything else I don't like about him, he snores too and quite loudly. I should have expected that. Maybe I should leave him here asleep and slip out to the sofa in the living room. With any luck he might sleep through the night and perhaps with the coming of a brand new day I can persuade him to go drive home.
I do that, slipping out of my warm comfortable bed, grabbing a rug to cover me and heading out to the sofa. Even here in my living room, I can hear my uncle's snoring as I lay sleepless, reflecting on my first full-on sexual encounter with him. Is there anything I could do about the possibility he may have impregnated me already? I had heard about the morning-after pill, should I skip classes in the morning and go see a doctor?
It might be as well also to start a course of birth control pills. Knowing my uncle's determination, this is unlikely to be the last time he tries to fuck me and he seems to have little regard for the prospect that I could get pregnant.
I must have lain there at least an hour with the same thoughts whirling around over and over in my head. Eventually I drifted off. Somewhere in the early hours of Monday morning, I was jolted awake by being shaken. Without a bedside clock to check, I had no idea of the time ... it was still dark outside. I opened my eyes to see my uncle bending over me. The light was on and the 55-year-old was stark naked, wrinkly skin and all, not a sexually appealing sight to a 20-year-old student.
The trouble was he again - or still - had a stiff erection ... the man was obviously ready and intent on having me some more. "Come on Squirrel, come back to bed, we'll be much more comfortable there."
"No Uncle Harry, I'm good right here. I was sound asleep, you know?"
"Come on, you can sleep anytime, we don't want to miss this great opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?" I knew it was the wrong question as soon as the words left my lips. If my lecherous old uncle is standing over me with a hard boner, there's no doubt about his intentions.
"We need to make love some more."
"Make love, is that what that was?"
