This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older.
As the story makes references to plot and character elements from earlier chapters, reading the story from the beginning is recommended.
***** FRIDAY *****
*** Ablutions ***
In the morning, Peter woke alone. He was wondering if Miori had gone back to sleep in her own room, when he heard the dishes clattering in the distance.
Wandering out of his room, he noticed through the kitchen pass-through his niece reaching for something in the overhead cupboard, apparently wearing his bib apron. When he entered the kitchen, he confirmed that she was wearing the apron—but nothing else.
Her small, naked frame looked cutely seductive under the comically large garment. Through the side of the bib, he could see the curved profile of her perky breast, and under the tie straps hanging down her back, he had a full view of her tight, little bum.
"Uncle Pete," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "Morning kisses," she said, giving him bouncy smooches on his mouth like a woodpecker.
"Why aren't you wearing anything under that apron?"
"Mmm," she purred, moving his hands around to her bum cheeks. "You like?"
"Go put some clothes on," he said, pulling his hands back.
"Oh Uncle Pete, don't be a fuddy-duddy. I've got clothes on," she said. "The apron." Then she started to lift the neck strap over her head. "Unless you think I should take it off."
"No, no," he said, replacing the strap.
Spinning around, she shook her hips, shimmying her bum at him. "You can snuggle up behind me while I make your breakfast." She backed toward him until she was grinding against his groin.
He tried to pull back, but grabbing his wrists, she pulled his arms around in a hug and slipped his hands under the bib. His fingers slid over her soft breasts and erect nipples, and his cock began to grow against her bum.
"Help me finish making breakfast," she said, shuffling over to the counter with him behind her in tow.
"You look like you've got this." He disengaged himself before escaping to the bathroom. "I have to hit the can."
"Yay," she shrieked, skipping in after him, almost knocking him over at the toilet. "I get to help."
"What?" he said as she unbuttoned his fly. "Don't!" But she already had his cock out.
He tried to move her hands away, but she slapped his hands. Then she cuddled up beside him and gingerly pointed his cock toward the bowl.
"How do we get it started?" she asked, pulling down its length in slow tugs.
"Well, don't do that," he said, although she kept tugging.
"Why not?"
"Because, if you keep pulling on it, it'll get hard, and if it gets hard, I won't be able to piss."
"Really?" She pulled on it even harder. "I can get it hard?"
"Don't."
"When it comes out, do I spray around the bowl?" She swivelled his cock around like a garden hose. "Like this? Pshhh," she mimicked him spraying.
Her manipulations felt much too good, and he feared that he would be erect in no time, so he bore down on his bladder. A dribble came out, and then a stream.
"Neat," she exclaimed, making a circle of piss around the bowl and then zigzagging inside the circle. She kept losing her grip and ended up pulling along his cock to regain control. He finished just as his cock really began to stiffen.
"Wow," she said, flicking his cock down and watching it spring back. "Do you always get this excited peeing?"
"I don't always have a pee assistant," he said. "Just give it a couple of shakes to get the last drops off."
"Like this?" She waggled his cock up and down. A few drops shook off, so she shook it furiously. A thrill ran up it into his gut.
"Geez," he said, his cock stiffening. "You can stop now."
"I'm not finished," she said, cranking his shaft up and down like a car jack. Then letting him go, she watched his erection stretch up toward them.
"You peed on me," she said, lifting her hand to his face to show him a drop on her finger. Ripping off some toilet paper, she wiped herself and then dabbed his tip. When she turned to wash her hands, he slipped his erection back in his shorts and tried to adjust himself.
"You're not done yet," she said. Pulling his cock out, she dragged him over to the sink and soaped up her hands.
"Oh my goodness," he said, as she wrapped her hand around his cock and spread soap up and down continuously. "You ... oh ... You don't have to wash it."
"Got to get it clean." She rubbed it up and down, up and down. Her soapy strokes made a "smack, smack" sound. Then she rinsed him off with a couple glassfuls of warm water.
His cock stretched desperately towards her. "Hi, Mr. Stiffy," she said, giving it a little wave with her hand. "I haven't seen you since last night."
"You know what I didn't do yet this morning?" she said, dropping to her knees. "I didn't give Mr. Stiffy his morning kisses." Holding the base of his cock, she kissed the underside, starting at the tip and nibbling to the base, then back up.
"Oh no, wait," he said as she kissed his cockhead and licked it frantically. Angling his cock down, she pursed her lips around the tip and then slid her head forward, sliding his cock into her mouth. He moaned.
"You like it when I do this, don't you?" she said. Looking up at him through the top of her eyes, she took him in her mouth again and slid all the way down his length.
"Oh god," he gasped. He lifted her up on her feet. "We can't be doing that."
Pouting, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're teasing Mr. Stiffy, Uncle Pete," she said, giving him a lingering kiss on the mouth. As she snuggled up to him, his erection poked into her stomach, prompting her to shake her body back and forth, rubbing the apron over it.
"Breakfast is getting cold," he said, pushing her out the door and giving her a little spank on her bare ass.
*** Breakfast ***
While she was busy in the kitchen, he took a quick shower.
"Uncle Pete," she called, "where are you?"
The day was not starting well, he thought to himself. So much for re-establishing boundaries. After a quick wash, he drew back the curtain to find his niece staring at him sternly, a bath towel in hand.
"We were supposed to shower together," she scolded him.
"No, Miori." He stepped out of the tub. "We're not doing that again." He tried to take the towel from her, but avoiding his grab, she dried him.
"You know, these things we've been doing are bad," he said. "We have to stop."
