So I wasn't half surprised when her daughter, my niece Miranda (Cosgrove) found herself in a spot of bother and showed up unannounced to my auto repair shop across town, looking for help. In truth I had not seen her in some time, and a lot had changed since the last time I had spoken to her.
In fact, she had apparently become a huge television star in Hollywood, and even had her own show called iCarly? I was impressed to say the least, considering her mother was such a whore and complete fuck up. And it was good to see that she did not take after her in that regard.
Standing at just 5'5, Miranda had just turned s*******n, and was quite the looker. She had long dark hair, a slim, pale, athletic build, dark eyes, and the most incredibly full pouty lips you ever saw.
Unbeknown to me, Miranda's parents had given her a car to celebrate her third season of her show, and like Miranda I was almost certain that they would be very disappointed if they found out that she had gotten into a couple of accidents and let the sports car fall into disrepair.
Fortunately for me, the one thing Miranda could not handle was disappointing her folks. The mere possibility bought her to tears. Nevertheless, they instead berated her over her looks, and constantly reminded her about how clueless and naïve she was. Like I said, her mother was a real piece of work, and I knew that this would all end very badly.
So with that said, Miranda was desperate to get her car repaired behind her parents back, and with no real alternatives, she found her way over to my garage that early evening.
There, she pulled into my parking garage, her car sputtered to a halt in front of the center bay door with a cloud of black smoke. I then watched as she climbed out of the driver's seat, adjusting her top.
Almost immediately I was taken aback by her state of dress (or lack thereof), as she arrived in a short denim skirt and a tight white belly shirt, which barely contained her pert young breasts, and showed off her firm pale, flat tummy.
“Miranda? Is that you?” I said, as I tried not to stare at her incredible long lean legs, noting her 4-inch heels and the way they only accentuated her toned, sculptured legs.
“Uncle Mike!” Miranda yelled as she rushed over to embrace me.
I have to admit, I actually felt my breath catch in my throat as her firm young supple breasts bounced freely underneath that small tight tee. I was surprised to see that she was not wearing a bra.
Without even realizing it I started to wonder just what other garments had she forgot to put on that morning. Was she bold enough to step out of the house without any panties on?
Greeting me warmly, I quickly shook my head and pushed any lewd thoughts I had to the back of my mind. This was after all my sweet, dear, innocent niece I was ogling. I had to control myself.
“What brings you out here, sweetheart?” I asked inquisitively, surprised to see her all alone.
“Well, I need your help.” Miranda replied sheepishly. “My car is falling apart, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it for me?”
“You always told me that if I ever needed anything that I should come see you, right?” she added.
“Sure,” I replied, “But I have so much paperwork to catch up on, and I would probably have to order parts for your car.”
Miranda playfully pouted, making me feel extra guilty.
“Look, why don't you go take a seat up in the office for a few minutes,” I finally suggested, “While I take a look at it for you.”
Miranda shrieked with joy and leaned over to peck me on the cheek, before she sauntered off in the direction of the office. As she walked, I tried my best not to openly stare at her incredible legs, and had to remind myself that this was in fact my niece I was leering at.
Upstairs, Miranda found a small but quaint space which featured wall to wall carpeting, a large inviting couch against the back wall, and a large oak desk piled high with papers and invoices.
As expected, the walls were adorned with dirty large posters, featuring half naked woman posing with various sports cars. Meanwhile, I flicked open the hood and gave her car a once over, before I finally parked it in one of the empty waiting bays and made my way into the office.
There I stepped inside to find her standing up on the couch and trying to reach up to grab something from off the air conditioning unit, and before I could announce my presents, I was taken aback as I looked down to see that her already short skirt had hiked up considerably and now revealed a sexy little thong… and more importantly, two luscious young bare buttocks.
I was so overwhelmed by the revelation that I actually heard myself gasp and chock up momentarily, alerting her of my presence.
“Oh! You scared me.” Miranda jumped slightly in surprise, before taking her high heeled shoes off the old couch.
“Sweetheart,” I said, as I entered the space and moved around my large table.
“Wow, she is so pretty.” Miranda said while staring at one of the posters. “Who is she?”
“I'm not really sure,” I lied, knowing full well Miranda was openly ogling a topless Kelly Brook.
“I wish I had a body like hers.” Miranda remarked, as my eyes immediately feel to her chest and I realized that her nipples were pressing obscenely hard from behind her shirt.
“Jesus!” I thought to myself. “God help me, but those are just about the sexiest set of pokies I've ever seen!”
There was no doubt about it, her nipples were clearly hard and she was definitely turned on about something.
“Speaking of bodies,” I said trying to clear my throat. “Does your mom know you're dressed like that today?”
“Pff, of course not.” she quipped. “She's so uptight and possessive. You know what she's like. I hate her!”
“I only ask because it's pretty reveling, don't you think?” I claimed. “I mean I can practically see your underwear!”
Miranda simply grinned smugly to herself as I then took a deep breath and added, “Are you wearing a thong?”
“Huh? Oh yeah!” she chirped. “Do you like it?”
With that she then took my breath away as she casually grabbed the hem of her short skirt and playfully flashed me her behind, and in the process exposed her incredibly tight, flawless butt.
I was absolutely astounded by her brazenness, flashing her body to me like it was the most casual thing to do.
“Miranda!” I exclaimed.
“Calm down,” my niece laughed hysterically. “They're not panties, just my bikini bottoms. I was at the beach with some friends earlier.”
“You wear a thong bikini to the beach?”
Miranda rolled her eyes at me before she remarked, “Jesus you sound like mom!”
“Well I'm sorry, OK?” I replied. “I'm just a little shocked, that's all. It's been a while since I've see you young lady!”
“Just be glad I'm wearing any underwear at all…” she added under her breath, catching my attention.
“I'm sorry, what? What did you say?”
“Nothing! Nothing!” she beamed deviously, “Nothing at all Uncle Mike, I was only k**ding!”
I paused for a moment and considered pursuing the topic but then thought better of it and moved on.
“Anyways,” I stated, changing the subject, “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”
“Shoot!” she said as I walked over to the basin and washed my hands.
“Sweetie, your car's in bad way. And it's going to cost quite a bit of coin to get it running like new again. How much money do you have for repairs?”
Miranda twirled her fingers through her hair and pouted.
“You probably know the answer to that question, Uncle Mike?”
“I'm afraid I do.” I replied.
“Do you think you could loan me the money?” she then pitched. “And I'll figure out a way to pay you back later?”
Once again I was surprised by her brashness, but before I could respond appropriately she interrupted my train of thought.
“My TV show is doing really well at the moment you know!” she added excitedly.
I looked my sexy niece up and down and thought carefully about my answer, knowing full well that if it were under any other circumstances or any other woman, I would have cursed her out of the workshop.
Instead, I looked into those dark eyes and that angelic face of hers and exhaled slowly.
“Hmm, maybe we can work something out.” I stated. “Do you know that expression; you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours?”
Miranda rolled her eyes again.
“Uncle Mike, I'm not an idiot! I know what that means. What are you getting at?”
“OK well, I'm not going sugar coat this sweetheart,” I told her bluntly. “Your car's going to be expensive to fix.”
“And it'll take me some time to sort it out, but I'm willing to do it if…”
Miranda glared at me intently, expecting the worst.
“…if you agree to come into the workshop on the weekends and help me keep this place tidy.”
“Um, OK!” she exclaimed. “I can do that!”
Noting how eager she was to agree, I then continued.
“Also, I might need you to drop by the house as well… to clean the yard and pool?”
“OK fine, it's a deal!” she happily agreed, “Anything else?”
I grinned slyly as I continued to think up different ways for her to make it up to me.
“A kiss on the cheek would be nice right about now, too?” I joked, and to my surprise she immediately rushed over and wrapped her arms around my neck in appreciation and kissed me firmly on the cheek.
“Anything else?” she offered, her flawless face glaring up at me.
“Hmm, well…” I thought carefully for a moment. “You could stick around tonight and keep me company, fancy a drink?”
Miranda raised a brow.
“I can do that,” she answered. “But on one condition?”
I stopped dead in my tracks as I eagerly awaited her terms.
“You can't tell mom or dad I was here tonight.”
“I wouldn't dream of it. Consider it a done.” I agreed, before I wandered over to the mini fridge and passed her a beer.
With that settled, we both toasted to her success when she suddenly seemed hesitant and paused for a moment, staring at the alcohol beverage in her hand.
“I really shouldn't drink this.” she pondered out loud. “I still have to drive home later.”
“I tell you what, if worse comes to worse I'll give you a ride later?”
It was only a moment later that I realized just how perverted my remark sounded (give her a ride?). Miranda also seemed to note this, and after a brief moment of silence we both burst out laughed.
It was then as I helped myself to a healthy gulp that I heard her quip, “Hey, don't make any promises you can't keep mister.”
I felt a chill rush up my spine as she made her comment.
Suddenly an image popped into my mind of us lying on the sofa together, moaning loudly as she rode me wildly… that pretty little face of hers grimacing erotically as her mouth fell open, forming a perfect “O.”
Daydreaming for a moment, I shook my head and quickly helped myself to another gulp, trying in vain to quench the growing lust I suddenly seemed to have for my s****r's daughter.
I then watched in surprise as Miranda took her beer and draining half of it down in one go.
“Wow, impressive.” I grinned. “You've obviously done this before?”
“Is that bad?” she smiled sweetly. “Am I a bad girl for that?”
“Yes, you are young lady.” I jested. “And your mother would be very disappointed. You're a young lady who needs to be spanked.”
“Yeah right, I wish.” she blurted out before taking another swig and almost finishing the can.
Her comment gave me pause.
It seemed that despite her “girl next door” appearance, she was interested in some very kinky things, and was not so shy about expressing it. Grinning slyly to myself, I finally put my beer down on the table and rolled my chair back from the desk, and motioned for her to come over.
Miranda simply shrugged shyly.
“Come here for a minute.” I insisted, as she grinning nervously before she finally obliged.
I instructed her to put down her beer, and without warning grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over my knee, causing her to shriek out with surprise and giggle hysterically.
“Uncle Mike! OMG! What are you doing?!” she screamed euphorically. “I haven't been spanked since I was little!”
“We both know you deserve this young lady?”
“Oh really?” she giggled. “What for?”
“How about this outfit for starters,”
“Huh? What's wrong with my outfit?” she whined, as I deftly peeled her denim skirt over her buttocks to reveal her exquisite ass.
With that, I struck my palm across her pale butt, causing her to yelp out and jump in my lap.
“Ow! Uncle Mike?! That hurt!”
I responded by striking her again only this time a little gentler, before making sure to sooth her reddened buttocks with my hand, by caressing it briefly. To my surprise Miranda squirmed and moaned softly to the action, but did not resist or object.
In fact, I could see that she almost appeared to get off on it. Nonetheless, I spanked her again and felt her soft smooth buttocks yet again, before I told her to stand up straight before me, to which she did.
At this point my cock was so stiff it was hard not to notice it tenting up obscenely from my work overalls.
Miranda now stood before me, her face flushed while breathing heavily, and while trying to find her balance her eyes immediately detected and glared directly down at my menacing erection, which only made me throb harder still.
An awkward silence suddenly filled the room as I stared at her incredibly erect nipples, and she leered at my hard cock. We were both clearly aroused, and now waited for the other to speak. Feeling bold, I finally broke the ice.
“Now, are you going to do what I say?”
Miranda did not respond with words, and instead merely nodded her head.
“Good, cause I want you to take of those panties.” I told her bluntly. “And hand them to me.”
“You heard me young lady.” I affirmed. “Do it. Do what I say, or else.”
Miranda hesitated for all of a moment before she finally obliged, and swiftly reached up under her short denim skirt with both hands and slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, handing them to me.
She grinned smugly as she extended her hand and offered her underwear to me.
“Happy?” she quipped, her beautiful face blushing brightly.
Instantly, I snatched her thong bikini bottoms from her hand, and without thinking brought them up to my face to inhale her scent.
“Uncle Mike!” she exclaimed in shock, her mouth open.
Still, despite her shocked reaction, I could tell that something about it really turned her on.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” I apologized. “It's an old habit.”
With that said, I then suddenly pulled her back over my knee, causing her to squeal with surprise again and gave her a few more smacks across her bare bottom, making her shriek and coo as I ran my fingertips along her soft backside.
There my fingers inched between the crack of her luscious ass causing her to squirm and fidget. To my delight, I could smell her arousal, and this justified my reason to proceed.
“You dirty little girl, you're wet aren't you?” I accused. “You're actually getting off on this aren't you?”
“No! No I'm not.” she lied, trying to get up.
For as moment I almost lost myself, and actually considering thrusting two of my fingers straight into her young cunt, but noting the apprehension in her voice, I suddenly came back to my senses, and racked with guilt, thought better of my actions.
Without warning, I helped her off my lap and handed her underwear back to her. Miranda was clearly surprised and relieved by my sudden change of heart, but now more confused than ever.
“What's wrong?” she asked as she attempted to slip her underwear back on.
Annoyed with myself, I returned my attention back to my work.
“What happened? Uncle Mike?” she grew concerned. “Is something wrong? Did I do something?”
“I think it best you take your car somewhere else, Miranda.” I said without looking at her, still disgusted with myself.
Stunned, for a moment I thought she was actually going to start crying, but she somehow held back her tears.
“What's wrong? Tell me!” she began to sob. “Please don't tell mom I was here! Please!”
Feeling even more guilty, I finally reassured her that I wouldn't tell anyone, and that her impromptu visit would be our little secret. It was then I was taken aback as she suddenly dropped to her knees dejectedly, and reached out to place her hands on my knees.
“Please Uncle Mike! Please help me! I'll do whatever you want. I swear! Anything at all!”
Staring down at her face, and those beautiful pouty lips, I could feel her long fingernails raking over my pants, almost urging them down, insinuated something very, very dirty indeed.
Gulping hard, I decided to tempt fate and asked her just how determined she was about fixing her car, and she responded by reaching up and gently rubbing my crotch through my pants.
“Please.” she besieged, her eyes filled with desperation. “I'll do anything. I'll make you feel good if you let me?”
“Miranda,” I started to say, before she interrupted me.
“Don't you think I'm pretty, Uncle Mike?”
“Pretty? I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.”
Just then, I felt her hand work my zipper and slip inside my pants and caress my erection.
Although I knew it was wrong, I just could not find the willpower to make her stop, and instead simply sat there watching in stunned silence as my gorgeous young niece proceeded to give me a hand job.
“Nevertheless… young lady,” I stammered incoherently as she continued to rub my cock.
“I um, I don't think I could ever… forgive myself if I took advantage of you right now.”
Miranda did not respond and simply continued to lovingly stroke my cock flesh.
“God knows your mother hates me already.”
“She doesn't have to know.” Miranda replied sincerely. “I want this… I've wanted this for so long.”
The iCarly star simply smiled up at me and nodded her head.
“Come on Uncle Mike, are you telling me you've never thought about it before?”
“Thought about what, exactly?”
“You've never thought about having me?” she grinned mischievously. “I know you have.”
“What do you mean?” I stammered nervously.
“I see the way you look at me, the way you look at my legs… my ass, my mouth. You want to fuck me.”
In truth I had never actually thought about it before (well I was never aware of it consciously), but looking into her eyes now I dare not disappoint her. She wanted me, no, needed me… and I wanted her too.
“You know, I think about you all the time.” she admitted, as she then slipped her free hand down between her own legs and under her short denim skirt.
Without realizing it, I found my own hand slip inside my pants to caress hers, and I stroked my cock as I watched her touch herself.
“Jesus Miranda.” I panted. “You're going to get me into so much trouble.”
Miranda giggled sweetly and wiped away her tears before she returned to rubbing her pussy and watching me masturbate.
“Uncle Mike, can I ask you a question?”
Of course sweetheart, anything.”
“Do you think you could cum?” she whispered. “What I mean is, can I watch you cum?”
“Is that what you want, baby girl?”
“Yes. More than anything else right now.”
“Are you rubbing that pretty little pussy of yours?”
“Yes. I'm playing with my clit.” she replied matter-of-factly, biting her bottom lip.
“Well then, we can watch each other cum.”
With that said, I then watched her bring her slick fingers up to her face and lick them clean, before smearing some saliva all over her gleaming digits and sliding her hand back between her legs.
“Jesus.” I gasped out loud as I picked up the pace of my stroking, “Those fucking lips.”
“Do you like them?”
“Hell yes!” I told her. “You have the best little cock sucking lips I've ever seen!”
“Mm,” Miranda cooed. “I love sucking cock, Uncle Mike. I'm really good at it.”
“Oh Jesus, don't tell me that.”
“No, I really am!” she boasted. “Can I suck your cock sometime?”
“Oh God,” I let out.
“How about it?” she offered. “Every weekend I can drop by the workshop, clean up the office… and then suck your cock?!”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing, from my otherwise seemingly sweet young niece.
“You know, I've always wanted to suck your cock, Uncle Mike.” she added seductively. “I think about it all the time.”
Listening to her words, I soon found myself close to the edge and moaned involuntarily.
“In fact I was just telling my friend Victoria about it the other day.”
“You did, huh?”
“Yeah, just before I reached up inside her jeans and fingered her.”
“Huh?” I let out, genuinely surprised and incredibly aroused by her admission.
Was my sweet little innocent niece bi sexual as well?
“Oh yeah, Victoria loves it when I tell her nasty stories and bring her off with my fingers.”
Hearing this I could hardly contain myself.
“She's so fucking sexy, Uncle Mike.” she purred. “You'd really like her.”
“Mm, I bet I would.”
“And she tastes so damn good.” Miranda added, eliciting another moan from my lips.
“Jesus sweetheart, stop it.”
“What's the matter, Uncle Mike? Are you close?” she teased. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Where do you want it princess?” was my only answer, as I scooted to the edge of my seat.
To my shock delight Miranda grinned slyly as she placed her glistening finger on her lips.
“How about my face?” she suggested. “Can you cum on my face?”
I then watched in wonder as she ran her pink tongue over her luscious lips, wetting them, and driving me insane.
“Or how about your mouth?” I insisted, “Would that be good?”
“Mm yeah, I'd love that!” she nodded, as she scooted down lower and prepared for her creamy reward.
“Come in my mouth, Uncle Mike!” she urged with bated breath, “Cum on my tongue! I want to swallow it!”
Miranda parted her lips and placed her mouth close to my jerking hand, as I spread my legs and prepared to ejaculate. Her face was now mere inches away from my throbbing bell-end, and I could feel her breath wafting across it.
“How does that feel, Uncle Mike?” she breathed. “I can't wait to suck your cock!”
“Keep your mouth open, baby!” I growled, as I picked up the pace and jerked myself off even harder and faster.
“I bet you wish you could stick it in my mouth, huh?” she taunted. “Would you like that? You want me to wrap my lips around it, and suck you?”
At this point she was sitting so close to me that I could reach out with my free hand and caress her pretty face and hair.
“Such a pretty, dirty little mouth,” I moaned, “Such a sexy little mouth!”
Miranda watched me intently, her own fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she cranes her head sideways and her lips now almost grazed the head of my pulsating penis.
There she teased me cruelly as she flicked out her tongue and barely brushed the very tip of my shaft, causing me involuntarily groan and shudder.
“So what do you think?” she purred. “Can I suck your cock Uncle Mike? Please, pretty please?”
It was absolute torture. My mind was reeling as my body said yes but my mind said no. Suddenly, without thinking I heard myself speak out loud.
“Lick my balls, sweetheart!”
And with that I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her head to my sack, and moaned as her lips made direct contact with my sensitive testicles.
“Ugh! Fuck yes!” I let out as I felt her hot tongue brush along my nut sack, causing my cock to twitch in my hand.
Almost immediately, pre-cum began to leak from the tip and dribbled down my shaft to her waiting mouth.
I moaned again as I watched her hungrily slurp up the leakage, and follow the trail up the side of my shaft with her eager tongue. There she flattened her tongue and slowly slithered it across the very eye of my prick, before she parted her lips and abruptly devoured the head with her hot mouth.
I groaned languishingly and lolled my head back as my eyes fluttered and closed.
“Sweet-fucking-Jesus!” I cussed as she fastened her soft lips around the bell head and swiftly spiraled her hot tongue around.
There she expertly slid her lips forward around my thick shaft until the tip of my cock pressed against the back of her mouth. She gagged momentarily to this, but then pulled back up my shaft, drooling around my prick.
I sat there with my eyes closed enjoying the sensation of my hot young niece engulfing my cock in her warm, wet mouth.
For a moment I chuckled nervously to myself as I pondered how her impromptu little visit had transpired in the way that it had. Miranda relaxed and slid forward on my cock again, letting her tongue relax and fight back her gag reflex.
She now had my cock buried almost all the way inside her mouth, with my pubic hairs tickling the tip of her nose.
Only one more inch and she was there, and if her attitude was anything to go by, I was almost certain she could do it. It was then that she felt my cock tense and swell between her lips, and her eyes shot wide to the size of saucers as she realized what was about to happen.
I was about to cum, and nothing on god's green earth was going to stop me from ejaculating. Miranda started to work her way off of my cock, when she felt my strong hands grab the back of her head f***efully, keeping her locked in place.
The iCarly starlet had never officially had a man ejaculate inside her mouth before, and had instead always finished off her dates with her hand, but now her very own Uncle was about to Baptize her mouth!
Suddenly, Miranda groaned with concern and attempted to escape my grip, but to no avail, as her mouth started to fill with spurt after spurt of searing hot semen.
It shot out of my like a fucking volcano, rope after rope of piping hot cum spilled out into her salivating mouth and throat, causing her to recoil and grimace, and glare up at me with furrowed brows.
I thrashed and bucked my hips wildly as she had no alternative but to open her throat wide and attempt to swallow my pulpous seed.
When the last shot was finally done, I reluctantly withdrew from my niece's mouth and snickered evilly. I couldn't remember the last time I had cum so hard, and to her credit the sexy little whore had somehow managed to swallow the entire load.
I could tell that despite her shock, Miranda was both horrified and sopping wet with arousal.
She had just swallowed my semen and it was without doubt the nastiest thing either of us had ever experienced. We both sat there panting and catching our breath, when she then playfully scooped up a strand of cum from her chin with her finger and sucked it into her mouth.
“You sexy little nymph,” I grinned down at her. “You are a good little cock sucker, aren't you?”
Miranda simply sat back on her heels and proudly grinned up at me as she wiped her mouth.
“So do we have a deal?” she finally spoke.
“I suppose we do.” I replied. “Though, we might have to discuss a weekly installment plan?”
Miranda snickered. “I can do that! But do you think you're up to it?”
I grinned, “I guess we'll just have to find out?”