Short Stories by Kristen

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She didn't move while I dressed. She hadn't even peeked out by the time I left to make breakfast. But the magical scent of frying bacon drew her out. Her mind turned to Uncle Mitch. Ever since telling him about her and Mom and Dad, he'd changed. He might not know it, but he was behaving differently. I stared and throbbed, aroused, a fog of need settling over me. She looked surprised when I wrapped a big, fluffy towel around her and another around my waist, the towel tented by a determined erection. The past three months with Uncle Mitch had been eye-opening. He was nothing like Dad had been yet was totally the same. He was much younger and had brown eyes, not green. He was lean and ropy and taller than Dad had been. Yet in his manner he was the same. He had that same gentle streak, like a hidden pearl of his personality that he only revealed to her. What had changed Mitch's mind? Now more than ever she wanted to learn. Oh to be able to ride all day, free to go anywhere with Dracula running at her side!

What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. I was very surprised when, the next time I opened my eyes, the dull gray light of morning filtered through the bedroom window. Snow covered the corners of frosted panes. Wind still gusted with surprising power rattling the glass. Dracula, come!" I yelled, heading down to the stable. I'd feed the horses early so I could take the rest of the day off; assuming I didn't need to shovel the roof again. With breakfast over and Michelle out playing with Dracula, I called Larry Boyd, the local Mr. Fix-it. Explaining about the furnace, I was secretly pleased when he informed me it would be a couple of days before he could look at it. It was the perfect excuse to have Michelle sleep in my bed again. Maybe that's why I was caught by surprise. A sudden blast of wind from a new direction coupled with my weakened state and I had no control. Tumbling off the peak, I rolled awkwardly down the roof and was launched into the air. The fall felt like forever. White blinded me. I hit the ground fifteen feet below hard enough to loosen my teeth, snow only partly cushioning my landing. But the shovel handle landing on my face did real damage. It slammed into my forehead and addled my brain, a burst of white-hot pain flashing through my head.

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When she was seven and she'd watched her mother stroking her father's erection, she'd reached out to feel and her mother had smiled, taking her hand and guiding her, showing her how to make her father feel good. That first time had opened the door of participation. I looked down. My eyes crossed. Plump hairless labia bulged around my erection. Her small clit pressed down. My erection looked huge between her thighs. It was so damned arousing! Uh-huh," she replied languidly. She pressed her bum cheek against my erection by rolling herself slightly. "Want some help with that? I can, ya know." Wind made the stable door creak as it swung on rusty hinges. The breeze was icy. We were in for our first snow, a winter storm bearing down on us. Every year it seemed to arrive later. I'd watch the snow caps spread down the mountains towards us through autumn, and winter would arrive with a bang. This year, according to the weatherman, it promised to be an epic arrival. Man she was a beautiful child. "Morning. It's Unc . . ." Oh to Hell with it! If she didn't want to call me uncle, so be it.

Shuffling up slightly, her mouth touched mine, soft lips closed, pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and pulled her tighter to me, her sexy little body fitting me perfectly. I could feel her pussy pressed to my shaft. She was so sexy, so small, so desirable.She spotted Kevin leaving the stables. She liked him. He had to be a hundred years old, his face full of wrinkles, sharp brown eyes twinkling with alertness and mischief. He was the source of everything she knew about Uncle Mitch and she was heading down to interrogate him again. Alright Jade, what do you want to do?" I beam with my most entertaining voice as sit down on the couch with her.

Celina: "Honey..." Celina says patting you on the shoulder "…you will look great. Plus… you two are a perfect couple so relax." The following “Book Shelf Directories” have not been edited, formatted or categorized. These stories have been received from all over the world by authors and readers who wished to contribute to the archive. It was difficult to comprehend how erotic I now found this. I couldn't imagine anything sexier; a young girl fondling me and me groping her bare butt inside cotton panties. But sexier I found. Jade is around 4'8" with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her nose is petite and she plays delicately with her manicured nails.

Then her eyes opened slowly. Pale olive green stared at me. I watched realization hit her; she was in my bed. She smiled softly. "Morning, Mitch."