She opened another drawer and withdrew a black pushup bra which she effortlessly donned and clasped into place, followed by a white-and-black pleated tartan miniskirt, which she stepped into and placed around her waist with ease. The hem of the skirt was rather high and showcased most of her mid-to-upper thighs, but was perhaps her most favorite garment to wear, as the summer sun and cool autumn breezes always felt good on her smooth legs. Skylar walked over to the closet and removed an orange V-neck sweater from a hanger, placing her arms through the sleeves, and adjusting the hem until it sat perfectly across her hips and overlapped the waistband of her skirt. She adjusted her boobs slightly through the front of her top so that a modest amount of cleavage was visible. Adjusting her hair by brushing it behind her ears and looking into the mirror across from the foot of her bead once more, Skylar judged her appearance satisfactory. She opened the door to her bedroom and walked towards the front entry way of the house to see her parents off.
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“Bye!” Skylar called, waving as her parents exited the house and closed the front door behind them. They said they would be coming home fairly late tonight, likely around midnight, Skylar thought. She glanced at her watch, noting the time was only 6pm. This meant that she had the house mostly to herself for at least the next six hours…mostly. She glanced towards her uncle’s room. Her parents had told her that he had not slept well the last few nights, so would likely be sleeping the entire evening. But they noted that it would still be a good idea to check on him every hour or two, just in case. Amy went to the kitchen and prepared herself a sandwich, a bowl of chips, and a beverage, and then sat on the living room couch watching TV until she finished her dinner. She rinsed her plate in the kitchen sink, then walked towards her uncle’s room for the first check of the evening.
Silently approaching the door, Skylar leaned her head inwards and held her ear close to the door’s surface, straining to hear any noise behind it. All was silent. It appeared the lights were off too, she observed as she looked at the floor near the bottom of the door. As quietly as possible, she turned the doorknob and peered inside the dark room. It took her awhile for her eyes to adjust, but moments later she could see the large form of her uncle sleeping calmly in bed dressed in nothing but a stained t-shirt and dirty cotton briefs. His protuberant belly moved up and down as he breathed steadily, and it did not appear to Skylar that he was in any distress. Looking around the room, she noted the hoarder-level piles of clothes and general debris that were littered everywhere. Her parents made it a point to regularly clean his room, but it looked like they were slacking as of late. Satisfied that her initial surveillance was complete, Skylar calmly closed the door, making sure the latch engaged as silently as possible as she released the knob.
Turning around and entering her room across the hall, she grabbed her laptop on the end table, opened it up, and placed it at the head of the bed. She then plopped down on the bed herself, landing on her stomach and laying prone just in front of her computer, and proceeded to browse her favorite gaming forum. After some time, satisfied that she was caught up on the latest patch notes, she booted up her favorite game. Reaching towards her nightstand, Skylar grabbed the pair of headphones she used exclusively for this purpose and placed them over her ears as she plugged the cable jack into the side port of the laptop. She quickly became completely emersed in a competitive fantasy world of heroes and villains, and her entire focus was on helping her team achieve victory over her opponents.
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In a trance-like haze, Sam got up from his bed and approached his bedroom door. Stumbling over unseen piles of junk on the floor, he rambled his way across the room until he reached the doorknob. His mind was usually in a fog most days, as he had always had difficulty concentrating on the simplest of tasks ever since the accident, but his brain seemed extra slow lately. Perhaps that is why he required much more sleep that usual. But was he asleep right now? He could not be sure. Opening the door to the hallway, Sam stepped out into the blinding light of the corridor, which barely registered to him in his current stuporous state. Taking a few steps, his glassy gaze was drawn to the room next door. What he saw amused him (See Visual Stimulation #3). He couldn’t be sure, but it appeared to be a beautiful young woman lounging on a bed. She was lying on her stomach, facing away from him, with her glistening legs pointed in his direction. He couldn’t quite tell who it was. Was she sleeping? She didn’t seem to be moving very much at least. Without much further rationale, Sam decided he would go check and see…
Stumbling forward, he entered the brightly lit room. Now that he had a closer look, he could not take his eyes off the woman’s shimmering legs. They were so long, and smooth. With a clearer view, Sam noticed the female resembled his niece Sky, who had recently started causing an unknown, but pleasant, sensation in his pants whenever he saw her. His damaged mind could not explain it, but he noticed it began when he found a picture of her butt on his phone, which he did not remember taking. Of course, Sam forgot a lot of things, so that was not so unusual. However, the pleasant tingling he felt whenever he saw the picture fascinated him. So much so, that he took another picture up her skirt the other day as she walked by his room. He simply stuck his phone under the door and snapped the picture when he heard she was near. Sure enough, the second picture elicited the same tingling feeling in his pants as the first. He had also recently stolen a few pairs of his niece’s panties from her drawer and would press them to his nose, lusting over their feminine scent, while he flipped through the pictures of her on his phone. He thought about these pictures now, and he could feel the same warm feeling begin to grow between his legs.
Unbeknownst to Sam, and certainly to Skylar who was oblivious to her uncle’s presence, a firm bulge began to form within his underwear. Sam unconsciously grabbed at his crotch and began to fondle himself through his white briefs. The young woman remained still as she appeared concentrated on the computer screen in front of her. Sam continued to stare at the soft, creamy legs displayed before him. His gaze was fixated and moved between the young girl’s succulent thighs and perfect ass, whose cheeks were just barely visible under the hem of the petite miniskirt. His breathing deepened and quickened, and his crude fondling of the increasingly painful bulge in his underwear became more frantic.
His eyes remained glued to the lovely feminine figure before him, as he felt somewhat familiar, yet powerful and primitive urges begin to form in his brain. His contained bulge soon became intolerable, and Sam quickly pulled down his underwear, effortlessly stepping out of them as he let them slide to the floor. While Sam was a hefty man, his girthy form did little in hiding his equally impressive cock, which now stood erect in all its glory behind the unsuspecting lass. It appeared almost fully enlarged and pulsed angrily as blood continued to fill its chambers with each heartbeat. It measured approximately seven inches in length, so although only slightly above average, its girth was what was most impressive. Even if Sam’s cock could be said to lack penetrating depth (as if seven inches was not commendable in itself), it certainly would have no problem filling whatever hole it infiltrated. Skylar would certainly have been impressed, if not intimidated, had she seen such a member on her future boyfriend she frequently fantasized about having.
Sam instinctively grabbed his bulging cock with his left hand and began stroking it slowly, as his right hand began caressing his swollen balls. He had felt his testicles become steadily engorged over the past several weeks, ever since he had begun studying the pictures of Skylar and started experiencing those tingling feelings. They felt heavy, and in desperate need of release. As he continued masturbating behind his young niece, who remained focused on her virtual world thanks to her noise-cancelling headphones, his eyes lingered on his niece’s delicate thighs and plump rear end. He began to lick his dry and cracked lips, and the pace of his breathing quickened even more. His elementary mind was racing! He needed release, and he needed it soon! In one swift motion, Sam dropped to his knees on the foot of the bed and reached his arms out so that he was standing on all fours over the girl with her lower body under him. Before Skylar could even react to the shift in weight on her bed, Sam placed both of his hands on her ass cheeks and buried his face between her inner thighs.
“Oof! What the…?!?!” Skylar exclaimed as she felt a sudden forceful pressure at her back side and shifting weight on the bed behind her. She turned her head to the side and saw in the periphery of her vision what appeared to be her uncle crouching behind her. She quickly tore off her headphones and threw them aside and attempted to roll over. However, she was unable to do so as the weight of her uncle on her legs pinned her down. “Uncle Sam….what….what are you doing?!?” Skylar demanded. She gasped as she felt a rough tongue run up the back of her right thigh. This was followed immediately by several sloppy wet kisses down the back of her left thigh.
“Uncle Sam! No! That’s not right! You shouldn’t be doing that!” Skylar protested. Her objections had no apparent effect as her uncle’s tongue and lips continued to explore the full length of her supple thighs. Skylar tried to reach behind her to push her uncle off, but he was far too large, and she could not generate much force anyhow with the way she was situated. She tried to pull herself forward towards the head of the bed, but her uncle quickly grasped her by the waist to stop her from going anywhere whilst he continued his lingual assault. He was making guttural snorts and slopping sounds as if he were a pig enjoying a feast. The back of her legs quickly became covered in familial slime as her uncle’s frantic tongue and lips ensured that every inch of his niece’s silky flank was covered in saliva.
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