Say Uncle

My rodent friend Mika and I were sitting by the computer. I was pretending I knew something about the calculations I was looking at and Mika was sitting there and starting twitching his nose. I've come to learn right now that when my "immaginary" rodent friend starts to wiggle his nose, I'm usually in for an adventure.

"Want to hear a story"?, Mika asked. Purely a rhetorical question mind you. Mika would start telling it even if I told him to get lost. So he began to spin his story. He knows how to get my attention because he will throw a detail or two that can, at times, resemble a real situation for me. But not to worry loyal readers...not enough of it is based on truth to get you concerned. I'll leave it to you to decide what is real and what is not.

Mika told me his story situation in such a way where I got to use my own imagination. Mika told me to picture myself being a guy who was separated from his wife. She left him with the kids and left him at home alone. Mika asked me to picture a niece (her brother's kid...no blood ties) coming over to try to talk me into a reconciliation with her aunt.

Now some background. This girl was a cute 13 year old when you married her aunt. At family parties she kind of relayed a child's crush for you. Of course you never spoke of such vibes you got. You tended to avoid her as much as possible at family parties to avoid embarrassment...but in recent years as she entered her twenties you avoided her at those same parties because you lusted for her...and she seemed to suspect that lust. The tables had turned.

"That's very good Mika", I chirped. "So evil you are", I said as I put my fingers around his chuckling mouth. "Let me take it from here my friend", I begged.

Continued the story I did....
So at age 23 she knocks on my door to campaign for her aunt. She enters and she did not exactly dress to keep me focused on the woman who just left me. No...short plaid skirt, creamy legs, tight top...enticing cologne. I immediately felt she was on another cause than that of her aunt. She spewed some bogus bullshit about how her aunt missed me. (The fact is, she was fucking some guy she worked with and said she wasn't about to stop) If my niece thought of her aunt as some kind of angel, I saw no need to take that thought away from her.

So my beautiful niece, Jessica we'll call her, got up and wiggled her tight ass to the liquor cabinet and poured us a couple of drinks. She didn't ask. Perhaps that was her test for me. Indeed I would have asked her to stop if I wanted to be alone. So Jessie brings over her liquid contracts that she was going to stay awhile.

So one drink gradually extends to three. It was after the third one; I don't remember the details exactly...but she hugs me. She crushes her firm tits into my chest and tells me not to worry. That my wife will come back. That any woman would be lucky to have me. I made the move she was begging me to make. "Any woman?", I asked as I pulled her lips into mine.

I had unbuttoned her blouse and was heading toward third base when she stopped me with a giggle and asked me if I was aware of the crush she had on me when I first married her aunt. I told her of course and that I was always petrified that she would make that too obvious. I just starting roaming my hands toward the promised land and I said something lusty like, "do you still have that crush on me"?

Things are a bit murky after that, but I just remember her telling me that when she was a little 13 year old brat that she was snooping around my in home office at a family party and discovered where I had a bunch of bondage porno magazines hidden under a floorboard. She said it gave her quite an impression as a youngster. "You never told anyone?", I asked. She said she didn't. Partially because they turned her on. I didn't know what to say other than saying that she was normal...that her yearnings were natural....that it was something inside her despite her discovering my magazines on the subject.

She told me she realizes that. However, from the first time she saw those magazines she fantasized of me doing the same to her as the girls in the magazines. I asked her if she still felt that way. "Please...", she said...and when she continued pleading, at least she didn't call me uncle. She called me by my first name. I needed that too. My dick was rock hard, but I really needed to know that this was not the same 13 year old girl I once knew...but now a grown woman of 23. She purred..."Please Simon, please tie me up and fuck me."


So I tied her slowly. Effectively, but quite slowly. There she was...bound on my couch...testing the ropes holding her, but visibly arroused. Nevertheless, I held the gag in front of her and told her, "so far we have only been playing...after I gag you there is no turning back". Her eyes met mine....and for a second I saw the same look she used to give me from across the family room when she was 13. She spoke, "gag me Simon....gag me and fuck me any way you wish".

She moaned softly as I tied the bit gag in place. I fondled her through her clothes for just one last time before putting her bound and gagged body over my shoulder and taking her to my bedroom to fulfill her request.

Back at my computer I sighed and Mika looked at me and said, "good job". "Where to today my friend?", I asked my rodent companion. "The gym for a view of some hot trophy wives in spandex will do for starters", he suggested.
He twitched his nose and said, "then the restaurant with the woman bartenders with the skin tight tops?" "You know...you and I think alike", I laughed as I signed off the computer.

...a man and his mouse.