Taing Care of the New Baby

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I was laying on my bed, wearing bra and knickers with my buds in just taking no notice. I half noticed my door open and Mum stuck her head around my door.

"Hello Mum," I said acknowledging her.

"Auntie Crystal has had the baby, I am going over to help a bit, do you want to come?"

"Yeah, I could do," well, I had nothing else on, Dad was glued to test cricket in the lounge, so boring, and babies are so cute. "I'll just throw a skirt and top on."

"Best sort out a change of clothing in case baby poops on you."

"Okay, good plan."

I swung my legs off the bed and stepped into my skirt and then into a polo top. In my small bag I threw another skirt, a couple of tops, and a bra and a few pairs of knickers. Well, you never know.

Dad sort of waved as we left and we headed off to Pudsey to Aunt Crystal and Uncle Pete's house. Uncle Pete is Mum's bother and Crystal is his wife, I don't think that they ever actually got married, although they have been together a long time now and I think they are classed as man and wife, but I don't know for sure.

We pulled up on their drive and mum just opened their front door and walked in with me following on behind. Uncle Pete greeted us with hugs and explained that Crystal was upstairs with baby Christine. Mum and I went upstairs and walked softly into the main bedroom.

Crystal was laying on the bed and Christine was in a bassinet at the side of the bed, gosh she looked so tiny. Crystal was half awake and half asleep, she really looked out of it.

"This is the longest she has slept," Crystal said, "she just wants feeding every hour. I am exhausted."

"Do you want me to stay for a few days and help out Auntie?" I asked, "I can sleep on the sofa, and just do stuff around the house. Obviously, I can't feed her, but I can do other stuff."

"Oh Tiffany, that would be great," Crystal said, "yes, if you would, that would be fantastic."

"Do you need any more clothes Tiff?" Mum asked, "I can bring you some tomorrow if you do."

"Probably mum, knickers and tops mostly, oh, and another skirt."

"Okay," Mum said and then sat down on the bed next to Crystal.

"Have you expressed any milk, only Tiff could bottle feed her some of the feeds to give you a rest."

"No, not yet, my milk has only just come in, but I will do that and yes, Tiffany can help with bottle feeds."

Baby Christine woke up and started crying. I leaned over and picked her up. "I'll change her," I said, "where's the stuff?"

"In the nursery next door, changing mat, nappies, cream everything. If she has leaked through onto her clothes, there are clean clothes in the drawer under the changing mat."

"Perfect." I cradled Christine in my arms and went through to the nursery and changed and cleaned Christine, she hadn't leaked so I didn't need to change her Babygro. I went back into the main bedroom.

"She'll probably want a feed," Crystal said undoing her top and taking the baby from me.

We sat and chatted quietly for a while whilst Christine fed and then was put back in the bassinet where she went back to sleep. I went downstairs to make some cups of tea; Pete was in the kitchen.

"I feel useless," he said, "not having boobs, and all."

"Well, Crystal will be able to express her milk soon, and then you can feed her from a bottle."

"True."

"Meanwhile you can change nappies and stuff, that'll all help Auntie Crystal, so you are anything other than useless."

"Maybe," he said, he certainly didn't sound convinced. I made some mugs of tea and took them upstairs, handing one to Mum, one to Crystal and one or myself.

"Pete was down there feeling all useless," I said, "I told him he could change nappies and things like that, he didn't seem convinced."

"The first thing he asked me," Crystal said, "was when I would be no longer be out of commission."

"Typical man," Mum said, "Tiff's Dad was the same. I made him wait two months just because he was stupid enough to ask."

It had taken a few minutes for me to realise what they were talking about, but when the penny dropped I smiled. "Perhaps that is why Uncle Pete looks so downcast," I said, "no nookie."

"Well, I have told him that it could be some months, I have stitches and they have to heal, and I have to heal inside." Crystal said.

"His hand will get busy," I said, "he won't have much choice will he?"

"It won't kill him to wait," Mum said, "didn't kill your father."

I knew what Dad was like, I knew only too well, I had been servicing Dad for quite a while, pretty much every time Mum went out. It had started just after my eighteenth birthday. I was upstairs in my room and was just wearing my robe. Dad had been having a bath in the family bathroom, they only have a shower in their ensuite, and he must have forgotten that I was at home.

My bedroom door was wide open and Dad walked out of the bathroom, which is opposite my room, just as I looked up. He was naked, no towel, no robe, just utterly naked and his dick was at half mast. I looked at it then up at his face and then back at his dick. His dick twitched and started getting harder.

It was not long before it was sticking forwards, obviously very hard, and unmoving, I mean, Dad had simply stopped on the landing outside my room and looked at me. I realised that my robe was open enough that Dad could see my fanny. Was that what had triggered his hard on?

"Looks like you have a problem," I said staring at his dick.

"Perhaps," Dad said taking a step towards my room, "do you have the solution?"

Oh, my, that took me by surprise, I never expected him to respond like that.

"Perhaps," I replied, "do you have a need?"

"If I did have a need, could you resolve it?" Dad said taking another step forwards, by now he was in my bedroom.

I pulled my robe apart, my breasts and my fanny now fully exposed. "I have the necessary equipment," I said, "do you want to make use of it?"

He stepped forward and knelt on the bed between my ankles, his dick looking very hard, his foreskin had slightly pulled back, his red end just showing between the tight folds of skin.

"And if I did?" Dad said shuffling forwards on the bed.

I licked my forefinger and then slid it along my valley. "It seems to be ready," I said, "I seem fully lubricated, be a shame to waste all that wetness."

I knew exactly what I was doing. I had never even thought about Dad sexually before that moment, and now it was all I could think of. Dad leant forward and then covered me, his dick nudging my crease. I reached down and held his dick, the first time I had touched my Dad's dick, I lined him up and half pushed his dick in, Dad did the rest.

I felt my fanny expand as Dad's dick pushed in, Dad was bigger than my at that time boyfriend Gill, I felt his foreskin roll down his dick, I felt the rim of his glans scraping my fanny walls, and then I felt him reach my depth. Yes, definitely bigger than Gill.

Dad had simply shagged me that first time. Later it evolved into sucking each other, and a few times, anal, but whenever Mum was out for a few hours we ended up shagging in one form or another. It wasn't as if he and Mum weren't shagging, they were, I often heard them at night, and even on the days where Dad had shagged me, he would shag Mum later that night.

So, yeah, Uncle Pete was almost certainly feeling the loss. I had missed some of the conversation as I reminisced about Dad, and I think I had been asked a question.

"Sorry, what," I said, "I was miles away."

"I asked you," Auntie Crystal said, "should I make him wait, or offer him other solutions. I don't want him feeling neglected and going elsewhere."

"Oh, gosh, right, would he, go elsewhere I mean? Is that a real possibility?"

"He is a man, of course it is possible," Mum said.

"Well, if it were me," I said, "I would help him, but nothing below my waist for a few months, but hand and mouth, yeah, I would do that, even though it would be his fault basically that I was out of commission," and I laughed. I felt quite strange being included in a grown up conversation.

"Well," Crystal said, "he'll have to wait a while for that, I am so not feeling it at the moment."

"Hormones," Mum said, "that'll be the hormones."

Good grief, I had all this melodrama to look forward, not that I was in a hurry to get pregnant, but these are things that you never think of. I don't expect that Mum knows that I am servicing Dad when she isn't around, and I am surely not going to tell her.

After a while Mum got off and left me with Crystal, Pete and baby Christine. I held and cuddled Christine as much as I could, I discovered I adore the smell of a new baby human. Crystal said that she thinks her milk has come in, and she will try expressing some milk.

I said "great, perhaps I can do a night time feed and give you something of a break."

"Oh that would be fantastic," she said with a smile, a weary smile, but still a smile.

"I'll go and sort the laundry out and put it in the machine," I said, "that should help a little too."

"Thank you sweetheart, yes, Pete knows how to plumb it in but has no clue as to how it works."

"Don't worry Auntie, I'll sort it."

I grabbed the laundry basket and went back down to the kitchen. Pete was still hovering, he was obviously at a loss as to what to do.

"Go up and hold Christine," I said, "or see if there is anything you can do for Crystal."

I turned away from him and tipped the laundry on the floor in front of the washing machine and prepared to sort it. Pete left and went upstairs. I started going through to see if there was anything that couldn't go in this wash, there were some coloured items, I put them back in the laundry backet for a later wash.

I had a pair of Pete's underpants in my hands, the sort that has the hole in the front. I waggled my finger through the hole and chuckled.

"They are both asleep," Pete said from behind me and then he could see me with my finger through the hole.

"You guys are lucky," I said, "you can just stick it through the hole and go to the loo, we girls have to strip."

"You are joking," he said, "the hole is in the wrong place. It is useless."

"Oh come on," I said, "it looks perfect."

"You think? Only a woman could say that."

"It's at the front where your dick is."

"You are so wrong. The hole is never in the right place and even if it were in the right place, it would be too small."

"Oh rubbish," I said waggling my finger through the hole in his used underpants.

"Oh, you think, right then. Try it."

"What do you mean try it?" I asked. "I can't try it, I don't have a dick."

"If you are so sure, stand behind me and undo my zip and use the hole for my dick."

"What!" I was a little shocked.

"Go on, do it. If you are so sure that they hole is perfect, then prove it. Undo my trousers and poke my dick through the hole as if I were going to take a piss. But do it from behind so your hands are in the right orientation."

I looked at him and gave him a withering look and went and stood behind him, putting my arms around and then undoing his zip. I put my hand inside and found the hole in the front of his underpants and pushed my fingers through, this was just going to be so easy.

I couldn't find his dick, this was ridiculous, I moved my fingers from side to side, no dick.

"See, told you," Pete said.

I pushed my fingers down, are, there it was, I found his dick, but I couldn't get it through the hole, I couldn't get enough of a grip.

"You have to push the pants down and take the dick over the top," Pete said.

I took my fingers out of the hole and pushed the waistband of his underpants down, grabbed his dick and aimed it forwards as if it was going to piss. At this point I realised that what I was holding was getting bigger and harder. Oh damn it, what had I done?

Pete sighed and leant back a little into me. "Sorry," he said quietly, "I didn't expect that."

I was standing behind Pete, his buttocks pressed back into me, and his now very hard dick in my hand. I couldn't see it, but it certainly felt substantial. Pete gulped and then sighed again, and he flexed his hips, his dick moving in my hand.

Was this always going to happen when a guy went to pee? I doubted it. "What now?" I asked, still holding his dick in my hand.

"Perhaps you could, you know, help me a little," he said.

Help him? "What do you mean, help you?"

"You know," he said and I could see his hand making the wanky wanky movement.

"Oh." I said. I began to move my hand, I had wanked off many a boyfriend, and of course Dad, on more than one occasion, but I had never done it like this, from behind, always from the side, watching what I was doing. Like this it was as if I were the man, but I couldn't see what I was doing.

I had a firm grip on his dick and pulled his foreskin back and Pete sighed again, his dick twitched in my hand. "Faster," he whispered, as if I didn't know how to do it.

I started moving my hand faster and faster, his dick must have been rubbing on the waist of his underpants as I wanked him in the kitchen of his house whilst his wife and baby slept upstairs. I felt powerful, as if I had a superpower over him. I was moving my hand as quickly as I could, his buttocks were bouncing back into me as I wanked him.

It felt much easier doing it like this than the usual way of laying by his side, this was much more natural, and I almost felt as if I were wanking myself, his dick becoming an extension of me, and my pressures began to build, pleasures coursing through me as I flashed his foreskin up and down his dick.

I pulled his foreskin down as hard as I could, really stretching his membrane and then pushed it all the way up, feeling the rim of his glans as it was covered by his foreskin. Faster, and harder, Pete now audibly gulping as I pleasured him. My own orgasm just a moment away.

"Oh fuck," he gasped and he started jerking his hips back and forth. "Stop, stop," he said, "I'm done."

And I was too, my orgasm erupted and exploded through me, my gasp loudly bouncing around the kitchen, my legs feeling insecure, my fanny surely soaking. I stopped wanking him, and felt the end of his dick, slimy, slippery, he had indeed finished. I took my hand away and stepped back. Pete turned and faced me, his dick hanging out from over his underpants, softening, and dripping spunk.

"I told you the hole was useless," he said.

"Indeed, now go and get sorted I have to clean up this mess." His spunk had landed mostly on the washing, but there was some on the kitchen floor. I used his used underpants to wipe my hand and also the splurge off the floor. It all went into the machine on a forty degree wash.

After the washing machine had started, I filled the kettle, time for a cup of tea. I sat in the lounge cradling me tea, had Pete just manipulated me? Had I fallen for a trick? I didn't think so, I doubted Pete could have come up with that idea, he isn't the shiniest coin in the till. His dick had certainly felt on the larger side, bigger than Dad, and up there with George Stephens, the biggest dick I had encountered so far.

I recalled how George had felt and Pete was definitely in that category, a full handful for sure, and I had just wanked off my Uncle Pete. Jesus, what was I like? I did like the wanking from behind, the only downside being that I couldn't see his dick, nor when he spurted, but the feel experience was much better. I had orgasmed though, that was an interesting development.

Pete ordered Chinese for tea, and I went upstairs and cleaned and changed Christine, whilst Crystal had a shower. We all went downstairs and Christine was in a baby cradle next to Crystal, Pete and I sat either side. The Chinese was laid out on the table, we all had plates and spoons and simply helped ourselves.

"That was good," Crystal said, "let's watch some TV before I go back to bed, I am still feeling a little weak."

The evening went on, TV was pretty boring, I just skipped through some reels on my phone, and at one point I took Christine and changed her, and then Crystal said that she was going up. Pete brought down a quilt for me to use, and I curled up under it on the settee. I went to sleep surprisingly quickly, just wearing my knickers, and I dreamt of George Stephens and Uncle Pete and his dick.

I disturbed at some point, it was dark, just the light from the clock on the side giving any illumination to the room. Uncle Pete was standing naked in the doorway, I could hear Aunt Crystal snoring upstairs.

"Are you awake," Pete asked.

"Er, yeah, kind of," I answered rubbing my eyes.

Pete walked closer to me, my eyes making out more detail as they accustomed to the almost lightless room. Pete's dick was on the rise.

"I wondered if you would help me out again," he said walking up close to me, his erect dick seemingly staring at my face from the gloom.

The quilt fell down and I was sitting there half naked with a dick in my face. Half awake, half asleep, I leant forward, opened my mouth and sucked his dick into my mouth. He was too big for my throat, but I didn't care, he more than filled my mouth. I used my hand to pull his foreskin down and I licked his glans, running my tongue around its rim.

With my other hand I held his balls, and rolled them gently in my hand, feeling them move inside his sack. I lay a finger along his perineum and pressed at his sphincter as I pressed my tongue into his pee hole at the end of his dick.

"Oh fuck," Pete gasped, "shit."

I jiggled my finger on his sphincter, pressing, pushing, my tongue licking his glans and running along his rim. I started to wank him as I sucked his dick. He started groaning louder and louder.

"Hush, you'll wake your wife," I said, briefly taking my mouth off his dick, before sucking it back in and wanking faster and harder. His gasps became more muted and he started flexing his hips, humping my mouth.

"Oh, ah, shit," he gasped and he spurted, his spunk shooting down my throat, a cool burst I felt half way to my stomach. I milked him dry and kissed the end of his dick.

"Now, go back to bed," I said, "and don't disturb your wife."

I pulled the quilt back over myself, my fingers inside my knickers, pressing at my clitoris as I dozed off dreaming of Dad fucking me whilst Mum was at Tesco. In the morning I put my top back on and went to the downstairs loo. Crystal was in the kitchen with Christine, and I had a quick cuddle.

"Did you sleep alright?" Crystal asked, "Sofa okay for you?"

"Like a log Auntie, yes, fine. I will go up and get showered and dressed in a minute. If you have an airer I can take the washing out of the machine and put it outside to dry."

"Yes, I'll get it for you whilst you are upstairs," she said.

I went up and grabbed some clean underwear from my bag in the nursery and went into the bathroom and ran the shower. I had a good wash, everywhere clean and then I stood out of the shower and patted myself dry with a towel. Pete was stood in the doorway watching me.

"You are so beautiful," he said.

"Thank you," I answered.

"You can get any boy that you want, can't you?"

"Possibly, I don't usually have to try very hard." I answered.

I could hear Crystal in the kitchen, pots and pans clattering and in the background I could hear Christine making burbling noises. Pete came into the bathroom. "Turn around," he said.