Erotica Anthology #10

Uncle

#56

Uncle

They know that they’re not supposed to eat the cookies, but they just can’t help it sometimes. They try to be discreet about it, eating as quietly as possible, but their uncle catches them at a bad time. So now they have to face the consequences of their actions and accept their punishment.

So here they are, their uncle gathering the twins down by the basement, locking the door behind him to make sure that none of them will try to sneak past him and make their escape. Oh, how he’s going to enjoy this.

As one might suspect, their uncle is a perv, and one that prays on children at all. The twins must be running out of their luck so badly, because not only do they end up fallen into the babysitting care of their pedophile of an uncle, but he is also about to make them do things no man should do to his niece or nephew.

“Strip.” The order comes unexpectedly. The twins are shook by the command. To what punishment will they be subjected to? What is the purpose of keeping them down here in this dark, cryptic basement? There’s a good reason why no one visits this place often. One, the lighting here is poor, for there’s not even a window that can let light shine through, let alone getting a natural lighting. There’s only one light bulb that works in this place, and only one exit to escape from. Unfortunately, that same exit now stands behind their uncle, safely locked away with the key he keeps. Their parents won’t be returning anytime soon, having decided to go for their weekly shopping out of town. They live in a very secluded area, and there are no one else around the surrounding neighborhood for miles. This is one punishment the twins can’t escape from.

“What if we don’t want to?” The boy dares to ask, eyes slightly watery but held still, trying to be strong for his sister.

“Your parents have entrusted you two in my care. That means you’ll have to follow my rules while I’m taking care of you.”

“This is too much. Our parents will hear about this!”

“If you tell your parents, you’ll only receive even worse punishment from me. And believe me, there will be a next time,” the man says, licking his lips, not at all perturbed by what he’s about to do to these two little kids, already taking out his camera in preparation to record what’s going to transpire in the next few minutes. “I see that you don’t want to upset me, so you lot better get stripping. Take off your clothes.” He pauses to adjust the camera angle of his smartphone. “All of them.”

The twins, shivering in fear for the man’s wrath and imposing figure, decide to obey and start pushing their little pants down and pull their tops over their heads. “Nuh-huh, slowly,” their uncle commands, clicking his tongue. They strip slower, peeling every article of clothing on their persons layer by layer, looking like a strip tease in his eyes. The perverted man is so turned on just by the sight of this, that he can already feel himself starting to grow hard in his pants. Starting to get stiffened up and tight, he uses one hand to unzip the front of his pants and take himself out, allowing his hard throbbing c**k to spring out from its tight constraints, while his other hand remains holding the slender smartphone at the ready.

The twins are bewildered by the sight before him. Even their father’s wiener is not this big. When the man sees them stopping, he urges them to keep going, wanting them to strip down to the very last article of clothing on their person, including their underwear. And when the children start acting up again, he simple reminds them of what worse things he can possibly do. Immediately, they start picking up their pace again.

He can’t believe that this is actually happening. He’s finally going to do it. He has been haunted by his own fantasies ever since he first laid eyes on these two. And now, with having the house all to himself, he can finally act on his wildest desires. Sweat starts dripping from his forward, and he can feel his mouth starts to water, but it’s not because of the warm temperature of the basement room, he is assured. It’s because he’s finally lying his eyes on the twins’ naked bodies, and having the privilege to touch them all he wants this time around.

He had seen glimpses of them when their parents bath the twins, on the occasion accidentally forgetting to lock the rooms. On those times, he had been so tempted to approach them, to stalk toward the door and watch the two innocent kids laughing and splashing water everywhere, only to have reality shake him right back up when he sees their parents busy washing their. Oh, he wishes those were his hands who bath them, but there’s no way he’s going to jeopardize himself by revealing his true nature to the adults. So with a hard heart, he had remember to shut the door backup, couldn’t be able to resist himself any longer if he had laid his eyes on their naked form any longer.

And now, he can finally has the twins all to himself, all naked and free from covering, so his eyes can drink them all in greedily. He will remember this moment for the rest of his life.

It’s not until he starts reaching out for them that the twins start squirting back off from his range of touch. But his arms are long, and he stretches them over to capture them by the waist, warning them about running off. “The punishment will only get worse,” he reminds them. Not wanting to be opted by worse conditions, the two children scantedly agree. That’s when big hands start to move about, touching places hands his size shouldn’t be touching.

First, he only cares for their skin, commiting the shape of their young bodies to his memory, making sure to trace every bit of slight chubby curve and tubby shape with his rough palms. Then, he starts wanting more, his c**k already aching so hardly that he can see the glistening bead of pre-c*m gathering at the tip of his red, uncircumsized length. He’s so big that it will be physically impossible to put it inside any one of the two kids. So he will simply opt to the next best thing.

He starts touching them. Subtly at first, but gradually building up to a more intimate, if not imposing touches. He rubs at their chest area longer, their small, innocent pink lips, their tiny mouths, forcing them to suck his big thumbs until they are soaking wet from sweet saliva, before the man proceeds to rubbing at their genital. This is the point where they start to cry, but he ignores them, too hungry for some semblance of s****l satisfaction. He then makes them lick him up with their tiny tongues like a lollipop. At first, the twins are too grossed out by even the idea of tasting his piece of rigid flesh with their mouth. He’s so big, like one giant lollipop he had bought them before. Suspiciously, they wonder if that had been a practice for what was about to come. Their uncle certainly had watched them weirdly on the kitchen table when the two of them had shared to consume the large piece of candy.

There will be no sweet taste to render their tongues in for the taste of his piece of flesh, this time around. The man lets out an audible sigh when they start licking him up, tiny tongues flicking all over his tip and length messily, their drools dripping all over the place, but he loves every minute of it. He has the girl working around his large mushroom head, accidentally licking and drinking every bit of pre-c*m that he produces down there, while the boy is circling around the base of his girth, his balls tightening at the sensitive sensations of his tiny tongue. Their small hands are clutching against his length desperately, eyes watery and jaws tired, confused and at a lost in what to do with themselves. Why are they doing what he’s telling them to do? Right, because they don’t want to get worse punishments. But will all of this really be worth avoiding future worse things? The taste of their uncle’s wiener is weird, salty like any other skin, but pulsating strongly like it is alive. What is this? How can this be possible? They’ve never seen anything like this before. At some point, licking it up becomes sort of a rare fastination and not-so-unpleasant experience, but they are still overwhelmed by everything their uncle is asking for. It’s all still so fresh and new. They have no idea what doing this will lead to, or what this will benefit. The man keeps making strange sounds that goes somewhere between a strangled or a whimpering noise. Is he in pain? Is it because of what they are doing? Or is it because of what he can’t do for himself?

Finally, after years of patience and summertime visits, all of his efforts are coming to fruition. And just a little bit more, the fruits of his sibling will swallow the seeds of his labor, drinking straight from the fountain. He can feel their mouth exploring all over his throbbing hard flesh, finally getting the hang of him, and he’s not sure whether to keep his eyes open or close them for better enjoyment. At some point, he has settle his phone at one of the stair crone, just so that this event can be recorded uninterrupted. He decides that this experience will be better condemned with both of his hands in free reign. That’s how he’s able to caress through his niece’s and nephew’s genitals ever so freely, making them make strange noises while he pumps them up. For the girl, he only needs to insert a pinkie to make her wet enough, before uses his big thumb to penetrate her maidenhead, sucking his blood soaked digit hungrily like a madman while the girl cries at the lost of her virginity that she’s way too innocence to be aware of yet, and the pain that ensues. But he soothes her up by thrusting in and out of her further, until the pain starts to disappear and things things to feel so good. At this point, her small mouth is moaning around the head of his c**k. She protests in pain, but he encourages to keep on going, ensuring her that things will get better soon enough.

With the boy, it becomes rather tricky. Does he steal the boy’s innocence too? But from which angle? The tight, round, protruding back entrance? Or the tiny woodpecker that’s dangling in between the boy’s legs like an open invitation? The man is too greedy, so he decides to have both. With his overly large hand, he can penetrate the boy from his back entrance with his ring finger, then caress the boy’s tiny p***s with the thumb from the same hand, pumping in and out, up and down until the boy admits to start feeling weird, then decides to wet himself all over.

Both twins are leaking with strange liquids down their legs. It feel sticky and messy, gross and uncomfortable, but they are too scared by how their uncle will react if they start protesting again, so they try to push away their discomfort and continue doing the perverted acts that the man condemps.

He thrusts in and out of them at the same time as they suck him off, until all three of them are pushed to the edge of their limits. When the man finally climaxes, he cums so hard that his semen comes jetting out of him in waves after waves. No years of jerking off to internet pornos can amount to what the twins have done to him at this great moment. This is the highlight of his life, and he will waste no time to make this event memorable as well. Every moment counts as he makes them hurriedly drink him up, making another great promise to them to elicit fear and instill urgency in their small brains. “If you don’t make sure to drink all of me clean, then I’ll scoop it off the floor and make you swallow it.”

“Uncle, what is this liquid? Is it milk?” one of them asks in confusion amidst the jets of salty c*m.

“You can say it like that. But even if you drink them, you won’t be able to grow up fast. In fact, I think I like it better if the two of you stay this young like this forever.” Hmm, one can only wish.

Complying to his wishes, the twins suck and drink on his liquid sperm down, mouth clasping around his fastly leaking head together at the same time, sharing same spot at the head of his c**k like a bottle of milk. Some gulps of semen escape from their lips and fall to the dusty floor, but it is inevitable and he’ll let it pass just this time around, too happy by how eager and enthusiastically they are drinking his c*m. By the time he’s done, the children are both covered in sweat, semen and a little bit of blood all over. Not wanting to waste any good flavor, he decides to ‘bath’ them, this time by running his tongue all over their wet skin, tasting all flavors in one sweep of his wide tongue. The twins moan and cry out in surprise, but the sounds their make only sound lewd to him, eliciting even more urges to devour them cleanly. By the time he is done, hours have passed, and they look as clean as before they started all of this, only this time their breathes are ragged heavily in their chest, their innocence perfectly stolen, and their uncle holds all the cards.

It’s not until they are all tired and spend that they start to hear the sound of a car pulling up the driveway. Their parents have returned! With groceries! But moreover, with protection. Because once they’re back here, the two of them are safe from their perverted uncle. No more having to suck on his genital and drink his strange, salty milk. No more having to feel the pain when he inserts his way too big thumbs into strange places they are not supposed to go. “Mom! Dad! We’re here!” The twins both exclaim, and the uncle is rushing to open the door, not wanting to sound conspicuous being found locked in the basement with the children. The twins rush in putting their clothes back as they hurriedly climb the stairs, their uncle trailing closely behind. But before they can leave, he yanks them back and throws one last warning to them.

“Now remember kids. No more one more of this to your parents, or you’ll find more time down here with me in more times than you can count. Is that understood?” The kids are just too eager to get out of this place to say anything else, and just nod their heads enthusiastically. “Yes, Uncle!”

“Good. Now run along. And remember. Not a word. This never happened.” Kids are so easily to fool. An adult say something, and they obey. The man is lucky that these kids are so good and obedient. They quickly forget about what has just transpired and run out to their parents, laughing and hugging their parents’ legs before long. But just the sight of them is making him hard again, so he remembers to retrieve his phone back and hid himself to the guest’ bathroom, jerking off three more times to the wild fantasies of the two children whose innocence he just stole a few minutes ago, this time with more memories of what the twins can do to him.

The twins finally get to return to their parents, bodies thickly smelling like sweat and their uncle, with wetness and sins that they can never wash away. (They just don’t know the severity of their damage just yet.)

Come dinner time, the family gather to eat at the table, sins forgetting behind the smiles they plastered, as if the stain of stolen innocence can be wiped off and ignored just like that. When the uncle cuts and pops a piece of juicy steak inside his mouth, the taste of blood from red meat reminds him too closely of the blood he had drawn from the two young children sitting opposite to him. Hmm, delicious. He wonders if he will ever have the time to taste them again later, the fresh flavors still linger in his mouth.

FIN.

AFTERMATH

The boy and girl stare strangely at their beings, for the first time finally suggesting to their parents to take a bath on their own. Parents had awed, couldn’t be looking any prouder at their young children. Unbeknown to them, they are simply doing this because they do not want their parents to find out about the state of their beings. They are dirty, they can feel it. It sticks to their skin and sink inside, forever engraved within them like invisible ink. When they try to sit inside the bathtub, they can feel pain finally stinging inside them; the pelvis area to the girl, and the backside area to the boy. If they scrub hard enough, they can see a little bit of blood still leaking out, proofs of their stolen innocence. They are no longer kids. And not being innocent kids should ward them off from the impending danger that is their uncle from now own. Or at least that’s what one would hope for these two younglings. Unfortunately for them, their uncle is still very much attracted to their bodies, no matter how stained with his seeds they are. His only hope is that one day they will grow big enough to take him inside their non-virgin holes, just so he can plant this seeds deep inside him. It’s not much about the prospect of producing children with these younglings, but more of wanting to feel the experience of it all.

The twins haddle together in the bath, clenching to one another for support as they shiver from the cold. They are no longer good kids now. Good kids don’t play with filthy things. And bad kids only deserve cold water.

BEFORE

He doesn’t know when he starts feeling this way. Maybe it’s because he has always been attracted to innocence things ever since as long as he can remember. Or maybe it was because he has had his innocence stolen back when he was young as well. He can’t remember much of the details; most of the things that had transpired, he already forgot. Whose hands was it who had touched the very depths of him? But those hands are crude, callous. It ruined him before measure. He had lost so much more back then; he just didn’t remember how much. But he’s different from that person, that’s why he made sure to take gentle care in caring for his wards. He has always been gentle with them, hasn’t he? He knows that he can takes things in however, whenever he wants them. But he makes sure to take great care in handling them properly, as to not destroy them completely. These twins are like flower, small and fragile, that’s why he has to be careful when touching them. If he’s not careful, he might just snuff the lives out of them. That’s why he has always been so careful when handling their delicate flesh. A few crowds of flowers might have fallen off along the way, but more or less they are still overly intact. Hopefully, this will continue to do so in the future.

It has also crossed his mind in many times than one that what he’s doing is sinful, wrong even. But he just feels too good with them. Strangely, he can find a lot of comfort with the twins. The highlights of his life, and his pretucial downfall—and he’ll take it all in, until he gets caught. All he knows is that this is his blood inheritance—and such things can not be escaped.

THE PARENTS

They are simply horrified when they realize what’s happening, and has been happening under their roof, right under their eyes this entire time. The man has been pulling the wools right off their eyes these past years, and they didn’t even know it, until it’s already too late, and the sins of their bloodline can never be erased.

When they found out of this the first time, it was like being splashed by cold water, over and over again at every second they took the sight in. They had stumbled upon the three of them amidst the thirst act, having returned from their weekend grocery shopping a little bit early thanks to the lonely traffic. Once they settled the groceries back on the kitchen table, they started calling out for their children, having been overly excited for some of the great bargains they have bought. Unable to find the kids anywhere, they ventured down the basement, where they could hear grunting sounds coming from down below. The door is not locked, but it might as well be wide open, because the horrid parents can see the three of them entangled in an act of obscenity—and they are using the term lightly. The twin’s uncle is lying down at the bottom of the pile on his back, hairy chest occupied by each twin. Their boy is making loud, lewd sounds as one of his uncle’s hand is pumping in up and down lazily, while their mouths are locked in a sloppy makeout session. At the same time, their daughter is sitting on her uncle’s lap— no, she’s f*****g him, their hips snapping together as she pumps his thick c**k into her naughty cunt, mutter words of encouragement to f**k her harder. Their daughter’s protruding stomach… it’s not because she’s fat or anything of the like, their parents finally realize. No, oh how wrong they had been. It’s so round now because the girl is swollen with child, with no shred of doubt who the father is.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, how could they have not noticed this before? They should have been more attentive to their children. Something like this should never have happened. They’re still underage, albeit shy a few more years, but that’s not the worse thing they’ve learn this day. No, what’s worse is that they even have no idea how long this has been going on. What had they done? What had he done? God forgive them, this is horrible.

The three ‘lovers’ continue on their ‘love making’, as if they solely live for this great purpose. Unbeknown to them, the twins’ parents are freaking out by the door, too distraught to even make a sound or do anything, only able to watch in horror as they continue f*****g each other. It is not until they hear the clattering sound of the old dingy door to the basement exit that all three heads finally turn away long enough to see what has transpired. But instead of scratting off, they just continue pumping in and out, moving together in perfect sync without missing a beat, couldn’t care any less about what’s happening. To be honest, the three of them are sort of relief, because now they don’t have to hide their secret anymore. Don’t have to scramble around in the dark of night just to f**k each other because they don’t want the twins’ parents to find out. Now they are free, to f**k wherever and whenever they please.

If they think that the parents are just simply going to let this transpire, then they think wrong. Soon enough threats are thrown and the authorities are being called. But before any of it can happen, their uncle attack their parents, fighting them off, throwing punches and scrambling on top of one another. The chaos ensues as the twins look around in panic. Their uncle won’t kill their parents, they are asure as much. But the longer the fight lasts, the more they doubt themselves. Before their uncle can deliver a final blow, they stop him, begging for his mercy. Having a soft spot for the twin children, he listens to them and show leniency to their parents. “No one can take you away from me,” he says, before closing the door to the basement behind them, their parents still locked away down there, half conscious. They can’t let the two of them out if this goes on, so they opt to keep their parents in the basement, only coming down to deliver meals. Their parents beg for some semblance of morality, to be freed and put all of this behind them, but the twins are far too gone to do a thing about their situation.

In the end, the parents become grandparents, when their daughter start bringing life into the family. They can’t help but feel the fear creeping in their gut when he shows them the newborns, also a pair of twins, a dark, twisted look reflected in the man’s eyes when they land on the babes.

Family, accursed.

—THE END—