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This story is a sequel to a story I posted on the old board, "Dirty Daddy"--here's the link: http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/112748.htm It is set in England; if you aren't from the UK, or aren't familiar with British slang, you may not understand some of the terms used in the following narrative, so I have included a few definitions:
bloody 1)Mild expletive, similar to saying "damn." An exclamation of shock or anger, usually used in the phrase, "bloody hell"
bugger 1)a person or thing; e.g. "little bugger"
2)to engage in anal sex with
3)[bugger off] another way to say "fuck off"
4)expletive/swear used in a similar way to "Fuck!" or "Bollocks!"
boot trunk of a car
gobsmacked the state of being shocked or amazed by something
daft insane, crazy; analogous to "mad."
thick stupid
fancy to have a crush on; to be sexually attracted to someone
slapper slut, a woman of loose morals.
shag to have sexual intercourse with someone
knickers panties
blimey exclamation of shock or surprise
wank the act of masturbating
pants panties; in the UK, this always refers to female underwear and never trousers/slacks/blue jeans
knackered exhausted, tired.
arse the buttocks/bottom; British for "ass"
arse-hole 1)the anus; 2)a jerk. British for "asshole"
bum the buttocks/bottom. Similar to "butt" in the US
bum-hole the anus
bollocks the testicles; also used as a swear (e.g. "Bollocks!") in a similar way to swears such as "fuck" or "shit". Saying that something is bollocks basically means that something is a load of crap.
eggy bread bread soaked in a mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, vanilla extract, and nutmeg and fried in a pan; known as "French toast" in America
icing sugar sugar mixed with corn starch; known as "powdered sugar" in the US
pissed the state of being drunk
fanny the female genitalia; in the US, this is slang for the buttocks, but it's another way to say "pussy" in the UK
gusset the crotch of a pair of panties
rodger/roger sexual intercourse. Sometimes refers to anal sex
cunny the female genitalia; a euphenism for "cunt." Mostly used in the US.
minge the female genitalia: similar to saying "pussy"
quim The female genitalia
Ok! Now that that's out of the way, here goes the story! Oh, I should add that the teenage girl featured in this story is of legal, consensual age. Whatever legal age is where you are, that's how old she is.
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Naughty Niece Part 1
by
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
BZZT! BZZT!
I was awakened from my slumber by the incessant buzzing of my doorbell. I had dozed off whilst working on my latest fantasy novel, a sword-and -sorcery yarn replete with big breasted warrior women, hulking barbarians, and spell-casters of both sexes. I had gotten as far as Lady Bloodbayne raising her army of revolt against the Shadow Priests before I fell asleep at my desk; the keyboard of my computer was the first thing I saw when my eyes opened--the screen was full of gibberish.
BZZT! BZZT! BZZZZZZT!
"Keep your bloody knickers on! I'm coming!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs as I staggered about in the dim light of my office and tried to find my trousers.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZZ-ZZZT!
"BUGGER IT!" I growled, stomping downstairs and flinging the front door open whilst wearing nothing but an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. My visitor was a teenage girl in a puffy white coat; wisps of blonde hair poked out of the fir trimmed hood that slightly concealed her face. Before I could utter one syllable, she flung herself into my arms and gave me a sweet, cherry flavoured kiss!
"Hey, Uncle Reg!" she squealed, throwing back her hood and unleashing a cascade of golden curls.
"Dacey?" I gasped. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour? It's nearly midnight!" Needless to say, Dacinda Joy Carrington--Dacey or DJ for short--is my niece, the daughter of my sister Marlyse.
"Ask me Mum," Dacey replied with a roll of her brilliant blue-gray eyes. She then made a beeline for the sitting room, where she stripped off her coat, stretched out on the sofa, and started fiddling with her mobile.
As I went to close the door, I was surprised to see a huge bloke coming up the stairs with two massive suitcases in his hands! The ID pinned to his overcoat identified him as Bucyrus Isoba, a driver for the Quicksilver Taxi Service. "Oi, bruv," he said, "give us a hand with the young lady's luggage, eh?" I reached for the bags he held, but he cocked his dreadlocked head in the direction of his vehicle. "The ones in my cab, mate!"
I was absolutely gobsmacked by the amount of luggage in Mr. Isoba's cab--six in the boot and two more on the backseat! I swore and raced upstairs to retrieve my trousers, shoes, and jacket, having decided to wait for Mr. Isoba to bugger off before getting to the bottom of the situation with Dacey. When we finished bringing in the baggage, I gave Mr. Isoba a few extra pounds and sent him on his merry way.
"Bye, sweetness!" he called over his shoulder as he left.
"Bye-bye, Cy-Cy!" Dacey replied. "I'll ring you later!" I looked at her questioningly as I shut the door. "What?" she asked. "He's a real stand up bloke, ya know? He didn't even charge me for the ride! I met him on Facebook; we've gone out a couple of times." She smirked when she saw my rather dubious expression. "Oh, I see! You don't want me messin' about with Cy cos he's black!"
"Don't be daft!" I huffed. She was having a laugh, of course; Dacey knew full well that I didn't have a problem with interracial relationships; my wife Janisette is a black woman, after all! "Dace, the man's half your age!"
"So?" Dacey countered, raising herself onto her elbows and staring at me rather pointedly. "I absolutely adore older men!"
At that moment, I looked at Dacey as if I was seeing her for the first time. That girl has a haunting, ethereal beauty that would put Helen of Troy to shame! I drank in every square inch of her nubile figure, my gaze quickly locking onto the cantaloupe sized breasts that stretched out the front of her pale blue angora sweater...
"You're getting hard, aren't you?" Dacey asked with a seductive smile.
"W-what? Of course not!" I stammered as I realized that I was indeed slightly erect.
"Don't worry about it," Dacey purred as she returned her attention to her mobile. "I always have that affect on men."
"Dace--!" I sighed heavily and collapsed into the armchair next to her. "Why have you turned up in the middle of the night with half your wardrobe in tow?"
"Mum kicked me out," my niece emotionlessly replied.
"What? Why?"
"Cos she's a fuckin' bitch."
"Right! I'll soon get to the bottom of this!" I muttered as I went to my bedroom and rang up my sister.
"I might have known that girl would turn up at yours," Marlyse sighed after I explained the situation to her.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Are you seriously that thick, Reginald? Dacey fancies you like mad; she always has!"
I thought about Dacey's obvious flirtation a few minutes earlier and went red in the face. "Yes, that's...um...Look, Marls, why'd you chuck Dacey out?"
"Honestly, Reginald, I just couldn't abide that...that...child any longer! Not only is she a lazy, insolent, vulgar brat, she's also an absolute slapper! That girl will shag anything with a pulse!"
All the blood in the world seemed to flow into my penis at that moment; I quickly shut the bedroom door just in case Dacey walked in on me and saw my erection a second time.
"And then there's that disgusting habit of hers... " Marlyse added.
I was almost afraid to ask. "W-what habit?" I cautiously inquired. When she didn't answer straightaway, I said, "Oh come now, Marley! Surely it's not as bad as all that!"
"Oh? Is that what you think?" Marlyse scoffed and then added in a hushed tone, "Dacey doesn't use the toilet."
"Come again?"
Marlyse cleared her throat and went on. "She never...er...'does her business' in the toilet; she just sort of...goes on herself."
The room seemed to spin; I sat on my bed and gripped its edge to steady myself. "Y-you can't be serious!" I spluttered.
"Would I lie about something as horrid as that?" Marlyse snapped.
"How long's she been doing that for?" I asked.
"Since she was thirteen," Marlyse sighed. "One day, she just up and started messing herself! She used to have the decency to do it in private, but she gradually started doing it right in front of me and her father!"
"Bloody hell!" I gasped. "Have you tried putting her in therapy?"
"We've sent that girl to almost every psychiatrist in the nation; she shat herself in every session and wound up being thrown out." Marlyse replied. "I think she derives some sort of perverse sexual thrill out of befouling herself in front of people. She used to do it at school or whenever she went outside until we started payin' her not to!"
"You mean you actually paid that girl not to mess herself in public?"
"Yes," Marlyse softly replied. "We also had to pay her to change out of her dirty knickers when she finished filling them, otherwise she'd keep the bloody things on for ages!"
"Blimey!" I rasped in a voice barely above a whisper. My willy strained against my trousers in a desperate bid for freedom. I had no idea why the thought of Dacey soiling herself was such a turn on. I wanted to wank myself, but thought it rude to do so whilst on the phone with my sister. "I can't believe you've never told me about this!" I sighed as I struggled to regain my composure.
"This isn't the sort of thing one brings up over dinner, you know!" Marlyse replied. "I thought I could just deal with it for another year--Dacey's off to university next autumn--but I couldn't! Today was the last fucking straw! She actually had the nerve to befoul herself while Albert and I were watching Coronation Street! She just sauntered into the living room, sat between us on the couch, and pissed all over herself! If that wasn't bad enough, she dropped a steamer in her knickers that stank to high heaven! She just sat there in her mess like it was the most natural thing in the world!The three of us had to marinate in her filth until the end of the programme!"
I drew in a disgusted breath.
"What?" Marlyse scoffed. "I wasn't gonna miss 'Corrie,' was I? Anyway, I flippin' lost me head when it was over--I must've called that girl every name in the book! She got right in my face and made some rather rude remarks that I'll not repeat; I slapped that foul mouthed little tart as hard as I could and told her to go pack her bags and fuck off out of my house or I'd flippin' murder her!"
"Christ, Marls!" I said. "What'd Albert have to say about all of this?"
"Nothing," she coldly responded. "I kicked that fucker out, too!"
"What? Why did you--wait." I gasped as a horrid thought occurred to me. "Don't tell me that Dacey and Albert..."
"It's late, Reg," Marlyse interrupted before I could give voice to my scandalous thought. "You can let that miserable little brat stay with you if you'd like--I never want to see her again!" And with that, the line went dead.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard--my darling niece was a sex pervert! In my mind's eye, I saw Dacey stood at the foot of my bed wearing only white knickers and a matching pair of stockings. I imagined that she looked right at me as she pissed her pants--it cascaded down her shapely thighs, soaking her stockings and leaving a puddle in the middle of the floor. The imaginary version of Dacey then aimed her bottom at me and proceeded to fill the seat of her piss sodden knickers with thick, mushy poo...
"FUCK!" I growled as I whipped out my blood engorged member and squeezed off several thick spurts of ejaculate. When I cleaned myself up, I went downstairs to check on Dacey.
bloody 1)Mild expletive, similar to saying "damn." An exclamation of shock or anger, usually used in the phrase, "bloody hell"
bugger 1)a person or thing; e.g. "little bugger"
2)to engage in anal sex with
3)[bugger off] another way to say "fuck off"
4)expletive/swear used in a similar way to "Fuck!" or "Bollocks!"
boot trunk of a car
gobsmacked the state of being shocked or amazed by something
daft insane, crazy; analogous to "mad."
thick stupid
fancy to have a crush on; to be sexually attracted to someone
slapper slut, a woman of loose morals.
shag to have sexual intercourse with someone
knickers panties
blimey exclamation of shock or surprise
wank the act of masturbating
pants panties; in the UK, this always refers to female underwear and never trousers/slacks/blue jeans
knackered exhausted, tired.
arse the buttocks/bottom; British for "ass"
arse-hole 1)the anus; 2)a jerk. British for "asshole"
bum the buttocks/bottom. Similar to "butt" in the US
bum-hole the anus
bollocks the testicles; also used as a swear (e.g. "Bollocks!") in a similar way to swears such as "fuck" or "shit". Saying that something is bollocks basically means that something is a load of crap.
eggy bread bread soaked in a mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, vanilla extract, and nutmeg and fried in a pan; known as "French toast" in America
icing sugar sugar mixed with corn starch; known as "powdered sugar" in the US
pissed the state of being drunk
fanny the female genitalia; in the US, this is slang for the buttocks, but it's another way to say "pussy" in the UK
gusset the crotch of a pair of panties
rodger/roger sexual intercourse. Sometimes refers to anal sex
cunny the female genitalia; a euphenism for "cunt." Mostly used in the US.
minge the female genitalia: similar to saying "pussy"
quim The female genitalia
Ok! Now that that's out of the way, here goes the story! Oh, I should add that the teenage girl featured in this story is of legal, consensual age. Whatever legal age is where you are, that's how old she is.
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Naughty Niece Part 1
by
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
BZZT! BZZT!
I was awakened from my slumber by the incessant buzzing of my doorbell. I had dozed off whilst working on my latest fantasy novel, a sword-and -sorcery yarn replete with big breasted warrior women, hulking barbarians, and spell-casters of both sexes. I had gotten as far as Lady Bloodbayne raising her army of revolt against the Shadow Priests before I fell asleep at my desk; the keyboard of my computer was the first thing I saw when my eyes opened--the screen was full of gibberish.
BZZT! BZZT! BZZZZZZT!
"Keep your bloody knickers on! I'm coming!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs as I staggered about in the dim light of my office and tried to find my trousers.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZZ-ZZZT!
"BUGGER IT!" I growled, stomping downstairs and flinging the front door open whilst wearing nothing but an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. My visitor was a teenage girl in a puffy white coat; wisps of blonde hair poked out of the fir trimmed hood that slightly concealed her face. Before I could utter one syllable, she flung herself into my arms and gave me a sweet, cherry flavoured kiss!
"Hey, Uncle Reg!" she squealed, throwing back her hood and unleashing a cascade of golden curls.
"Dacey?" I gasped. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour? It's nearly midnight!" Needless to say, Dacinda Joy Carrington--Dacey or DJ for short--is my niece, the daughter of my sister Marlyse.
"Ask me Mum," Dacey replied with a roll of her brilliant blue-gray eyes. She then made a beeline for the sitting room, where she stripped off her coat, stretched out on the sofa, and started fiddling with her mobile.
As I went to close the door, I was surprised to see a huge bloke coming up the stairs with two massive suitcases in his hands! The ID pinned to his overcoat identified him as Bucyrus Isoba, a driver for the Quicksilver Taxi Service. "Oi, bruv," he said, "give us a hand with the young lady's luggage, eh?" I reached for the bags he held, but he cocked his dreadlocked head in the direction of his vehicle. "The ones in my cab, mate!"
I was absolutely gobsmacked by the amount of luggage in Mr. Isoba's cab--six in the boot and two more on the backseat! I swore and raced upstairs to retrieve my trousers, shoes, and jacket, having decided to wait for Mr. Isoba to bugger off before getting to the bottom of the situation with Dacey. When we finished bringing in the baggage, I gave Mr. Isoba a few extra pounds and sent him on his merry way.
"Bye, sweetness!" he called over his shoulder as he left.
"Bye-bye, Cy-Cy!" Dacey replied. "I'll ring you later!" I looked at her questioningly as I shut the door. "What?" she asked. "He's a real stand up bloke, ya know? He didn't even charge me for the ride! I met him on Facebook; we've gone out a couple of times." She smirked when she saw my rather dubious expression. "Oh, I see! You don't want me messin' about with Cy cos he's black!"
"Don't be daft!" I huffed. She was having a laugh, of course; Dacey knew full well that I didn't have a problem with interracial relationships; my wife Janisette is a black woman, after all! "Dace, the man's half your age!"
"So?" Dacey countered, raising herself onto her elbows and staring at me rather pointedly. "I absolutely adore older men!"
At that moment, I looked at Dacey as if I was seeing her for the first time. That girl has a haunting, ethereal beauty that would put Helen of Troy to shame! I drank in every square inch of her nubile figure, my gaze quickly locking onto the cantaloupe sized breasts that stretched out the front of her pale blue angora sweater...
"You're getting hard, aren't you?" Dacey asked with a seductive smile.
"W-what? Of course not!" I stammered as I realized that I was indeed slightly erect.
"Don't worry about it," Dacey purred as she returned her attention to her mobile. "I always have that affect on men."
"Dace--!" I sighed heavily and collapsed into the armchair next to her. "Why have you turned up in the middle of the night with half your wardrobe in tow?"
"Mum kicked me out," my niece emotionlessly replied.
"What? Why?"
"Cos she's a fuckin' bitch."
"Right! I'll soon get to the bottom of this!" I muttered as I went to my bedroom and rang up my sister.
"I might have known that girl would turn up at yours," Marlyse sighed after I explained the situation to her.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Are you seriously that thick, Reginald? Dacey fancies you like mad; she always has!"
I thought about Dacey's obvious flirtation a few minutes earlier and went red in the face. "Yes, that's...um...Look, Marls, why'd you chuck Dacey out?"
"Honestly, Reginald, I just couldn't abide that...that...child any longer! Not only is she a lazy, insolent, vulgar brat, she's also an absolute slapper! That girl will shag anything with a pulse!"
All the blood in the world seemed to flow into my penis at that moment; I quickly shut the bedroom door just in case Dacey walked in on me and saw my erection a second time.
"And then there's that disgusting habit of hers... " Marlyse added.
I was almost afraid to ask. "W-what habit?" I cautiously inquired. When she didn't answer straightaway, I said, "Oh come now, Marley! Surely it's not as bad as all that!"
"Oh? Is that what you think?" Marlyse scoffed and then added in a hushed tone, "Dacey doesn't use the toilet."
"Come again?"
Marlyse cleared her throat and went on. "She never...er...'does her business' in the toilet; she just sort of...goes on herself."
The room seemed to spin; I sat on my bed and gripped its edge to steady myself. "Y-you can't be serious!" I spluttered.
"Would I lie about something as horrid as that?" Marlyse snapped.
"How long's she been doing that for?" I asked.
"Since she was thirteen," Marlyse sighed. "One day, she just up and started messing herself! She used to have the decency to do it in private, but she gradually started doing it right in front of me and her father!"
"Bloody hell!" I gasped. "Have you tried putting her in therapy?"
"We've sent that girl to almost every psychiatrist in the nation; she shat herself in every session and wound up being thrown out." Marlyse replied. "I think she derives some sort of perverse sexual thrill out of befouling herself in front of people. She used to do it at school or whenever she went outside until we started payin' her not to!"
"You mean you actually paid that girl not to mess herself in public?"
"Yes," Marlyse softly replied. "We also had to pay her to change out of her dirty knickers when she finished filling them, otherwise she'd keep the bloody things on for ages!"
"Blimey!" I rasped in a voice barely above a whisper. My willy strained against my trousers in a desperate bid for freedom. I had no idea why the thought of Dacey soiling herself was such a turn on. I wanted to wank myself, but thought it rude to do so whilst on the phone with my sister. "I can't believe you've never told me about this!" I sighed as I struggled to regain my composure.
"This isn't the sort of thing one brings up over dinner, you know!" Marlyse replied. "I thought I could just deal with it for another year--Dacey's off to university next autumn--but I couldn't! Today was the last fucking straw! She actually had the nerve to befoul herself while Albert and I were watching Coronation Street! She just sauntered into the living room, sat between us on the couch, and pissed all over herself! If that wasn't bad enough, she dropped a steamer in her knickers that stank to high heaven! She just sat there in her mess like it was the most natural thing in the world!The three of us had to marinate in her filth until the end of the programme!"
I drew in a disgusted breath.
"What?" Marlyse scoffed. "I wasn't gonna miss 'Corrie,' was I? Anyway, I flippin' lost me head when it was over--I must've called that girl every name in the book! She got right in my face and made some rather rude remarks that I'll not repeat; I slapped that foul mouthed little tart as hard as I could and told her to go pack her bags and fuck off out of my house or I'd flippin' murder her!"
"Christ, Marls!" I said. "What'd Albert have to say about all of this?"
"Nothing," she coldly responded. "I kicked that fucker out, too!"
"What? Why did you--wait." I gasped as a horrid thought occurred to me. "Don't tell me that Dacey and Albert..."
"It's late, Reg," Marlyse interrupted before I could give voice to my scandalous thought. "You can let that miserable little brat stay with you if you'd like--I never want to see her again!" And with that, the line went dead.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard--my darling niece was a sex pervert! In my mind's eye, I saw Dacey stood at the foot of my bed wearing only white knickers and a matching pair of stockings. I imagined that she looked right at me as she pissed her pants--it cascaded down her shapely thighs, soaking her stockings and leaving a puddle in the middle of the floor. The imaginary version of Dacey then aimed her bottom at me and proceeded to fill the seat of her piss sodden knickers with thick, mushy poo...
"FUCK!" I growled as I whipped out my blood engorged member and squeezed off several thick spurts of ejaculate. When I cleaned myself up, I went downstairs to check on Dacey.
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