When did it all start? That's one of the only questions I can positively answer at this point in my life. It started 5 months ago when my girlfriend suddenly and quite mercilessly decided to cut me loose. Depression set in, and I spent an inordinate amount of time alone, locked in my room with a case of cheap beer and little else. Days turned into weeks, and I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd spend the rest of my life alone, with little to distract me from from the monotonous cycle of everyday life. That was true up until 3 weeks ago.
Here's the situation: I'm an 19 year old college student, struggling to earn those last few credits to graduate while working a full-time, third-shift job to make ends come somewhere near meeting. I rent the upper half of my parents home for a hundred bucks a month, which is a fantastic bargain - it's got two bedrooms, a bathroom, and it's completely shut off from the rest of the house. Because I work third-shift, go to school first, and sleep second I hardly ever see my parents, and we talk just about as often. It was on one of these rare connections that my mother informed me that they were taking in my 12 year old niece, Amanda. My eldest brother and his wife couldn't put up with her constant disobedience and runaway attempts, so they decided to put her in a foster home. My parents would have none of that, so they agreed to take her in for a couple of months. Since this news really didn't concern me too much, I just shrugged it off and went back to my regular routine.
She got dropped off on a Saturday about a month ago with three suitcases and enough money to cover her living expenses for at least two months. I made my appearance at her arrival so I could get somewhat reacquainted with this snotty-nosed kid that would be haunting the first floor for god knows how long. She had changed a lot since I'd seen her last - long blonde hair, 4'2" at the most, and long tanned legs and a hot, pert little ass. She was cute in a rebellious sort of way and she had bigger than average tits for a girl her age. We sat around and talked for awhile, and as 4:00 approached I excused myself and went to bed.
Almost two weeks went by and I had almost forgotten all about the new 'boarder' in the house. That is until I got home from work one morning and heard someone downstairs. Both parents were at work, and Amanda was supposed to be in school already, so I went down to see what was going on. When I got to the kitchen I saw my niece crying at the table with a bottle of wine gripped tightly in her hand. My unexpected appearance scared her and she started crying harder. "What's going on?", I asked in false tone of authority (I really didn't care if she was skipping school or drinking. I used to do the same thing.) "Please don't tell! I don't want to get in trouble again!", she said between sobs. I sat down next to her and reassured her that I wouldn't say a word. When I asked why she was crying she stepped around the issue, but it was easy to figure out that she was having some deep emotional problems. I reached around her and gave her a hug in a vain attempt to make her feel better. She hugged me back, squeezing her arms around me tight, and continued to cry on my shoulder. Much to my dismay, I noticed a flutter in my stomach and a stirring between my legs that I had not felt for over 5 months. I broke our embrace, and her crying soon began to fade away. "How 'bout we go get some breakfast? I could use a break from my classes, too.", I said, trying to get my mind off of what had just happened. "That sounds good.", she paused, and with a bit of a smile added "Thanks for understanding." With that, I put the wine back in the fridge and we headed out.
After returning home from breakfast, I invited Amanda to come upstairs to talk, watch television, or whatever. She seemed relieved that she wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day alone, and eagerly agreed. I clicked on the TV to what I consider one of the "good" talk shows, got a beer from the 'fridge, and planted myself on the edge of my bed. Amanda helped herself to a beer and took a seat next to me. I didn't stop her, besides she wouldn't have listened to me anyway.
We watched as some dysfunctional family's story unfolded on the show, and each chimed in from time to time to voice our own opinions. About 20 mintues into the program, I felt her hand bumping against my leg every now and then. I didn't think much of it until one of those bumps resulted in her hand resting gently on my thigh. I looked over at her and she turned her head briefly, smiled, and returned her attention to the TV. Again, my insides started feeling funny, and despite her age I could feel an erection starting to form. I became painfully hard as the hand on my thigh started rubbing up and down from my knee half-way to my waist. Almost as if on instinct, I reached down and took her hand into mine. She held on tight and gently laid her head against my shoulder. It was at that moment that I knew things were going to get serious real fast.
Past the point of clear thinking, I released my hand from hers and started to softly stroke her hair. She reacted by nuzzling closer to my side and slipped her arm around my waist. Almost simultaneously we turned to look at each other, and, as if drawn by some irresistable force, our lips met in the most sensual kiss I've ever experienced. It was slow, wet, and electrifying. After what seemed like an eternity, our lips parted and our eyes locked. She could tell I was confused, and when I started to say something, she put her index finger to my lips and said "John, I'm not a virgin, and this is what I want." I was stunned! My 12-year-old niece was coming on to me, and damn me if I wasn't reacting like a stud bull!. I opened my mouth just enough to let her finger slide in, and I gently bit the tip and circled it slowly with my tongue. Her eyes closed as she let out a deep, shaky breath and together we laid back upon the bed.
The room seemed to be brimming with pure passion, but we went slow. Locked in another mind-shattering kiss, I slowly moved my hand under her shirt and started carressing the naked flesh of her firm young stomach. When my hand finally reached her tiny, perfect little breasts, she stopped running her fingers through my hair and effortlessly unbuttoned her jeans. I gave her nipple a slight squeeze as I pulled her into an upright position. I removed her shirt and was rewarded with a view of the small tits that had tantalized my fingers just moments before. Without speaking a word she stood up and removed her jeans and threw them across the room. She grasped both of my hands and pulled me off the bed. As I was about to remove my shirt, she gave me a devilish little smile and said "Let me..." Her arms reached around me and found their way under the back of my shirt. Our eyes never lost contact as she raised it over my head, and when it was off she gently gave me a kiss on my chest. I held her head in my hands as her hands moved slowly down to the waistband of my jeans. They were crumpled in a ball on top of hers in no time at all. We crawled back into bed and embraced.
The flimsy material of my underwear could barely contain my hard-on and Amanda could tell that I wanted it released. She kissed me as her hand made its way into my underwear. She encircled my cock with her hand and pulled it gently out of its confinement before removing my underwear completely. As she laid back down, I kneeled over her and began kissing her stomach, inching my way up to her breasts. I finally reached my goal and began sucking on her left nipple, giving it a gentle bite from time to time. My hand was masaging her inner thighs, and the closer I got to her pussy the faster her breathing would get. When at last I started stroking her young mound through her silky panties, she let out a moan of pure pleasure. I slowly began pulling down her panties, and when they were completely off my hand returned to where it was and I began rubbing my fingers into her almost hairless little 12-year-old cunt-slit.
Both of our hearts were racing, and we engaged in a deep, probing kiss as my middle finger finally penetrated into the inner folds of her surprisingly well-lubricated young pussy. Neither one of use could take it any longer and she pulled me into position above her.
"Fuck me, Johnny!" she gasped. "I want you to fuck me!"
I hesitated for a second and Amanda grinned up at me sexily, correctly reading my thoughts.
"Don't worry... you won't hurt me," she smiled. "I've done it before, lots of times. I love to fuck!"
Who was I to argue with logic like that! With a groan I covered her hot little mouth with mine and rubbed my cock against her wet opening. Her young pussy was already wet and slippery, but I was so damn excited that my cock was dribbling into the mouth of her cunt, lubricating Amanda's hot, little pussy-slit even further with a copious emission of clear, oily pre-cum. My cock slid into her tiny slot a lot easier than I expected. We both looked down and watched as her pink, hairless cuntlips stretched and parted, and my long, thick prick sank slowly but surely into her tight little twelve-year-old twat. She moaned loudly at the sudden penetration, and I stopped momentarily, afraid that the sheer size of my prick stretching her tender little cunt was causing the youngster pain.
"Am I hurting you, honey?", I asked, pulling my cock out a bit until it was buried only a few inches in the tight, wet heat of my little niece's pussy-slit.
"N.. no!", Amanda squealed with delight. "You're not hurting me at all! Ooooh, please don't stop! Put it all the way in, Johnny! I'm not too little, I can take it all! Uhhhhh, shove it into me, Johnny, shove it in as deep as you can!... Ooooooooh, hurry pleeeease!"
With one last push I was completely inside of her and the vibration of her moan passed directly to my deeply-buried cock. We looked into each others eyes, and the love I felt for her at that very moment surpassed anything I had ever felt before. We moved together slowly, me penetrating her and her raising her hips to get as much of my cock into her tight little 12-year-old hole as possible.
"You like that, don't you, sweetheart?", I grinned.
"Uhhhhhhh, yes, yes! I love it", she moaned, "you're so biiiig! Ooooooohhh, yeahhhhh! Fuck me! Ohhhh, please... fuck me hard! I can take it... pleeeeeeease!"
Such a wanton request from the gorgeous, naked little twelve-year-old was all the incentive I needed.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!", I grunted. "You're gonna love this! I'm gonna give it to you all the way, hon! I'm gonna stretch your sweet little snatch wide and fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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