Short Stories by Kristen

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I caressed her soft cheek with my thumb. "Morning. It's Uncle Mitch," I reminded her almost automatically. She looked lost in the bed. As hard as I tried, I saw no resemblance to my brother or Margie. Bruises and swelling hid her face more effectively than stage makeup. Michelle was the reason I was here, so far from home. I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. The winter storm passed leaving behind a pristine wilderness that reflected the sun's light painfully. The drive was plowed, paths cleared, horses released into the exercise fields to burn off energy.

Mom said it was all right as long as no one knew and I only did what I wanted, never what I thought she or Daddy might want me to do. Are you sure you don't want to?" It's still snowing!" Michelle exclaimed, running and diving under the quilt. She scooted over to my side. Two icy little feet found my legs. A cold nose pressed to my side. A lovely girl shivered and sighed, and, rolling and wrapping her in my arms, I held a beautiful panty-covered bum in my palm. I shivered and sighed, too, just not from the cold. Michelle described sneaking into their bed every morning starting when she was four or five years old. She told me about seeing her parents play around, kissing and touching and laughing. She told me how she watched them make love and how normal it seemed. He'd bounded off into deep snow, stuffing his snout into it, snuffling and moving to another spot, stuffing his nose in deep. Michelle giggled. He looked so funny doing it. She adored Dracula. She loved how he smiled at her all the time, his tongue hanging. And she loved watching television in the middle of the day, lying on the floor with Dracula as her pillow. During the day she talked to him and told him everything. He always listened.

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Feeling bolder than usual one night, I took his hand and placed it on the mound above my pussy. Just the fabric of my panties separating us.

Ten minutes later I was hugging Michelle. Lucifer, my stallion, walked slowly through the snow. Dracula bounded at our side with that wide-open grin unique to labs, his excitement at a walk palpable. Idly I wondered if I could find a cat and name it Frankenstein.The rasp of a match sounded. A whiff of sulphur preceded a sweet tobacco aroma that filled the air. Kevin puffed gray clouds, paused and inspected the bowl, nodding his satisfaction.

Alex’s wife accidentally books the family vacation in a resort that shares a beach with the nudist resort next door. His daughter Maria sneaks away whenever she gets a chance and this time he decides to follow her. What he sees changes the way he sees his little girl forever. Language: English Words: 10,378 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 15 Kudos: 288 Bookmarks: 42 Hits: 30,777 Sometime later I was shivering, stripped to the waist, with several adhesive strips holding the gash together. Kevin had suggested I really needed stitches. I'd grumpily reminded him of the weather conditions. He'd harrumphed and covered his skilled handiwork with antiseptic and a bandage. My suspicion about her after dinner kiss was confirmed when she took a few bites of apple pie and set it aside. She really wasn't interested in food. That thank-you-for-dinner kiss was a guise to kiss me! I smiled again.

Brrrr! Cold!" she exclaimed, scooting to me, icy feet wiggling under my legs, a cold nose pressed to my side. Dracula barked at her, demanding attention. She glanced down at him and caught sight of me. A smile emerged on her pretty face. She waved. I smiled. Look! Watch, Mitch," she instructed. "Dracula eats snowballs!" she exclaimed lobbing another, Dracula jumping and snapping the snowball, his snout covered in white.

Waking up to find myself spooning a naked Michelle, her seductive bum pressed into my groin, I knew I wanted to make love with her. In her youthful prepubescence I found sexual attraction unlike anything I'd known in my life. In her sweet personality, her gentle beauty, I found love unlike anything I'd experienced before. In her sexual awareness, her ease and comfort with sex, I saw a world of possibilities and pleasure. A mouth encompassed my crown and edged down slightly. Her tongue caressed me. Her hand stroked. One cupped my balls. I felt slight suction on my crown and almost lost it, a wave of arousal cascading through me making me moan into her little pussy. Confusion assailed me. How could such a young girl know this? How could a ten-year-old be so skilled? I'd never felt anything so arousing. Now I understood my brother. This was incredible. A sharp right threw me across the bench seat. A sudden stop almost had my face plastered to the clear polycarbonate divider. She was one of those rare people, one of those privileged beings that seemed to be filled with goodness and brightness. It made her sadness when it emerged that much harder to take. But every day as she recovered, Michelle grew in my heart. Things I had wanted to know, questions that I'd needed answered, no longer seemed important here in the sweeping beauty of Montana. Only one thing mattered; Michelle's happiness. I found caring for someone else's happiness a strange, unfamiliar, but not altogether unpleasant emotion.She'd watched Uncle Mitch interact with other people when they'd gone shopping and seen how he was polite and respected by others, but he was cool. The remoteness he exuded was palpable, a "don't get near me" aura. Yet, when he was with her, or Dracula, or Kevin, or the horses, he showed deep care and spoke gently. Michelle couldn't remember him raising his voice. For the next little while, with occasional prompting, Michelle talked softly. What she revealed cast my brother and Margie in a radically different light. It took some adjustment to come to terms with it and it didn't sound anything like sexual interference to me.