Virgin niece is copy of her late mother that he never had.
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Bess sat quietly next to her uncle as the car sped away, leaving the teenage correctional institution behind them. She’d been locked up as a 13-year old and now that she’d turned 18 she’d had to be released. She hadn’t seen her uncle in those 5 years, nobody had wanted to visit her. They all blamed her for the death of her parents and younger sister.
Bess had been an uncontrollable child. Her parents and sister had been hit by a bus and died instantly when they were driving to pick up Bess from another detention and chat with her principal. Her uncle had taken her in, but she’d gone from bad to worse. She was hanging out with much older boys, smoking, drinking and taking drugs. Finally she’d been an accomplice in a bank robbery and that’s when the judge had decided that she should be locked up for the rest of her childhood.
Uncle Leo would probably not have taken her in if it hasn’t been for a very persuasive social worker. She’d explained to Leo that Bess had changed. She’d managed to catch up with her education while away and then excel far and beyond her years. She’d finished high school with straight A’s at the age of 16 and since then she’d studied medicine by correspondence. A few months from now she’d start the third year on full scholarship at one of the finest universities in the country and with her juvenile record sealed she had a great future ahead of her, but she needed a place to stay for the three months between her 18th birthday and September.
The social worker’s story had been fairly persuasive, but it was her talented tongue and wet cunt that had finally persuaded Uncle Leo. A 45-year old divorced man, he sure enjoyed fucking a lot of different women, and he loved sticking his tool inside the firm body of one 20 years his junior. He smirked at the memory of just how many fuck sessions it had taken the cute social worker to persuade him. He wondered whether he could get her to fuck him again since she was due to visit Bess next week.
Bess was scared. She looked forward to going to university in September, but she was afraid of other students asking her about her past. And most of all she was afraid of these three months in Uncle Leo’s house. The last time she’d stayed there Uncle Leo and his wife had either ignored her or yelled at her. Her cousins had probably left home by now so it would just be her and Uncle Leo. She was planning to make herself as invisible as possible, spending her days at the library. She quite wanted to learn to drive, but Miss Aaronson had said that it was better to leave that until she went to university.
She played with her long, black hair. It had been short and spiky when she was locked up and she hadn’t cut it since, other than the occasional trim of the edges. Her dark blue eyes watched the unfamiliar road ahead of them and she wondered what her future held. She had a little money in a trust fund. It was the money from her parents’ life insurance and what was left after the sale of their property. But they’d been simple people and training to become a doctor took a long time and a lot of money, even with a scholarship.
After 2 hours they finally reached Uncle Leo’s house. It was smaller than the one he’d lived in before and it was dusty and dirty. He showed her to the guest bedroom, which was furnished with a second-hand double bed and a desk and chair. There was an old blind covering the window. Bess shuddered. Even the cell that she’d called home for the last five years had been more homely than this room.
“There are rules in this house,” Uncle Leo said as Bess put her bag on the bed. “You’re staying here for free so I’m expecting you to keep it clean and cook the food. That social worker told me that you know how to do that. You will not bring any of your delinquent boyfriends here and if I find that you’re drinking or doing drugs again you’ll be out on the street in no time. When do you intend to get a job?”
“I-I-I c-can’t drive and I’m g-going to university in September,” Bess explained nervously, knowing that Miss Aaronson had already told Uncle Leo all this. “S-s-so I was g-going to spend the summer studying at the l-library.”
“You think you’re so much better than us now, don’t you? What fucking university would lower its standards to take a crack head like you? But then, all those schools are full of cocaine snorting mama’s boys, aren’t they?”
Bess had learnt in the last five years that the key to a trouble free existence was to make herself invisible and work hard. She got up at 6 every morning and cooked breakfast for her uncle. Then she cleaned the house and got on the number 16 bus that stopped outside the library. She was usually there by the time they opened at 8. 30. She then spent the day with the books, trying to get a head start on the next year at college, stopping only for a sandwich and a cup of tea in the library coffee shop. She caught the 5 o’clock bus back home and had dinner on the table at 6 when Uncle Leo came home. As soon as he’d finished eating she cleaned up after him and locked herself up in her room and read one of the books she’d borrowed from the library.
She could hear the sound of the TV, and her uncle’s laughter when he watched something funny, and sometimes she had an urge to join him. But she knew that he hated her and since she hadn’t watched TV for five years she figured that she could do without it for a few more months. She was usually asleep by 10.
Bess and Uncle Leo were both at home on the day that Miss Aaronson was due to visit. Uncle Leo looked around and had to admit that Bess kept the place spotless, it was cleaner than he’d ever seen it. Her cooking was quite basic, but it was edible and he didn’t have to cook it himself. It was hard to believe that the quiet mouse who snuck around his house was the same brat he’d known five years earlier. He’d taken to study her. She didn’t look much like his brother, but she did have his blue eyes. Everything else was a copy of her mother. The black hair, the olive skin, those delectable feminine curves and the huge tits. Leo had dated Joanna first, but the minute she’d met his brother she’d dumped him. Now Joanna’s daughter was living under his roof, and at 18 she was as beautiful as her mother had been at that age.
He was rather annoyed that Bess had to be here for the social worker’s visit. How the hell was he supposed to get her to suck his cock if the brat wouldn’t go away? He’d tried to get her to go to the library or wherever she spent her days, but she was adamant that she had to see Miss Aaronson. In fact, it was the only words she’d spoken against him since he’d brought her home. He’d even told her that he’d tell Miss Aaronson to go see Bess in the library so that she wouldn’t miss a day’s studies, but to no avail. He was horny as hell and the brat just wouldn’t go away. Maybe he could persuade the hot blonde to go out for coffee with him after her chat with Bess. Yeah, in some deserted car park where he could once again feel her sweet mouth wrapped around his hard cock.
The meeting was OK. Miss Aaronson didn’t really need to talk to Leo so he went and watched TV, but he could hear that Bess had become a little Miss Chatterbox with her social worker. All of a sudden the quiet mouse had become animated and smiling and a far cry from the invisible shadow he’d seen since she’d arrived. Eventually Miss Aaronson came to talk with him and he could hear Bess tidying up after lunch in the kitchen.
“Mr Jenkinson.” She smiled, as though she’d forgotten all those times she’d been naked and sweaty with him. “Bess is doing very well and I hope that you’ll be happy to let her stay here until the end of the summer as we agreed.”
“Sure,” he smiled and undressed her with his eyes. “How about you and I go and get a cup of coffee?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she said apologetically, the consummate professional now and not the horny whore that he’d fucked only two weeks ago. “I have another client to see this afternoon.”
With those words she was gone and Leo’s cock was achingly hard. With Bess around and about he couldn’t really whip it out and start masturbating to one of his porn flicks, could he? The girl had gone quiet. He assumed that she’d locked herself up in her room again to spend the afternoon doing whatever she did in there. He needed some release. He decided to have a shower and do the business in there. He’d never got around to fitting a lock on the bathroom door while he was living here alone, but he assumed that Bess wouldn’t walk in on him when she could hear the shower going.
He went to his bedroom and stripped off his shirt and jeans and then he walked to the bathroom with a towel in his hand, covering his bone hard cock, just in case Bess happened to step out of her bedroom. He opened the bathroom door and was shocked by the sight before him. There, in his small tub, sat Bess, her long black hair was wet, her firm d-cup tits were floating on the water, and she was obviously in the middle of shaving her pussy. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her dark nipples that were fully erect in the cool air.
“Uncle Leo!” Bess exclaimed, being the first to snap out of the mutual shock of what had just happened.
“Bess…” Leo walked closer to her, as if in a trance.
“Please,” Bess begged. “You have to turn around.”
“I knew you looked like your mother, but I never got to see how sexy your mother was without any clothes on.”
“Uncle Leo,” Bess begged him again. “This isn’t right.”
“Oh, this is so right,” he smiled and dropped the towel in his hand. He pulled off his boxers and stood before her with his raging erection. “This is more than right.”
He stepped into the water, his feet locking her hips in place. He then leaned forward until his cock was in front of her mouse, the tip of it glistening with precum.
“Suck my cock, Bess,” he commanded her. “Suck it like the little whore we both know you are.”
“Please don’t,” Bess was close to tears, but he was so horny and he decided he’d waited long enough. He never fucked Joanna, but her daughter was a good looking alternative. He pressed his cock against her mouth the next time she opened it to protest and soon his fat cock head was inside her. She had no option but to start sucking him. He started fucking her mouth as she sucked him. She was not an experienced cock sucker, but it was good enough.
She nearly gagged as he forced himself into her throat and the tears fell down her cheeks. This was awful. Why was her uncle doing this to her? He moved faster and faster and she sucked harder and harder. It was hard to fit her tongue inside her mouth with that monster cock taking up all the space, but moving her tongue around only seemed to excite her uncle. He was moaning out loud now. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse he groaned and with a final shove into her mouth, his balls hitting her chin, he started shooting her load inside her. She couldn’t do anything but swallow the sticky liquid.