Gimme Shelter Pt. 02

by SalaciousSatyr

story tags: incest, niece, uncle, romance, camgirl, age_difference,
slow_burn

https://www.literotica.com/s/gimme-shelter-pt-02


https://www.literotica.com/s/gimme-shelter-pt-02

Harry&#x27;s will is tested, and a gift is given

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*/Hey readers, here's the second part to my slow burn romantic incest
novel. It remains a bit slow, so if you're looking for sex, wait until
part 3! Which, unfortunately, might be December. November's coming up
and it's go-time for writers. But before then, I should have a new
story to post before then. Anyways, enjoy, rate, and comment!/*

*Chapter Four*

Most people don't think of themselves as bad or evil. After listening
to my niece camming in her room, I wasn't so sure about myself. Who
else but an evil man would get aroused by family, or be unable to break
himself away from it? The thoughts haunted me, long after I woke the
next day.

Emmie's habit of sleeping in was a blessing. It gave me the time I
needed to guzzle enough coffee to make up for how poorly I slept. It
gave me the space I needed to work my rowing machine until I was a
sweaty, panting mess, but still the sounds of the night before echoed
in my head. Thumps and moans and the final squeal as she came...or at
least pretended to.

It didn't matter much to me. I was still hard just thinking about her,
and my time exercising did little to alleviate it. However, I refused
to give in and touch myself. Not while thinking about Emmie. Just the
same, I couldn't get her out of my head. By the time I started work, my
balls throbbed with an aching need, and my mood went into the crapper.

Work droned on, and I threw myself into it as hard as I could. I'm
pretty sure half my employees were pissed at me for bulldozing over
them and taking over their accounts. Anything to keep my mind off my
home life. Work wasn't fun, but it at least made sense. After a while,
it worked. Until Emmie woke up.

Her footsteps may have been soft, but to me they were the thunder of an
approaching storm. My entire body tensed up as she came downstairs,
checking the living room before coming to see me. She was in sleepwear,
her hair messier than normal, and she looked at me with a big smile.

"Hey Uncle Harry, what's cooking?"

"Hrrng," I grunted in return. "Work is a pain in the ass today, and I
slept like shit. I want to burn half the world down."

"That half doesn't include me, does it?" Emmie asked. And then she had
to give me sad, puppy eyes to really twist the blade.

"You may remain unburnt," I said imperiously. "Provided you go get
breakfast."

I tried so hard to remain my normal, playfully grumpy self. If Emmie
suspected where my mind kept going, she'd hate me. She'd be disgusted
by me, and would go on the run again. I didn't want that for her,
and...I didn't want that for me. It'd only been a week, but the idea of
being alone again bothered me.

Emmie just smiled and said, "Sure, what're you craving?"

My eye twitched, but the question was innocent. "How do you feel about
fried chicken? Nice and healthy."

She laughed and said, "You got it. Are you a breast or a thigh man?"

Even if I did nothing else wrong, I was still going to hell.
"Just...get a family pack or something, and we'll split it. And maybe
some potato wedges."

My niece nodded, and said, "And I'll fill your car up too. It's the
least I can do, for all you're doing for me."

She couldn't have known how torturous her kindness was. I couldn't let
her know. So I just grunted my acknowledgement with a strained smile,
and she went back upstairs to get dressed. Work called, but I had
trouble listening. I went on break and took a shower. A plate of
chicken waited for me on my desk when I got back, but Emmie went back
into her room.

Like usual, food helped. A good meal makes everything easier, or at
least easier to swallow. It mellowed me out a bit, and returning to the
grind did the rest. When work ended, I was mostly calm, and ready to
interact with Emmie without feeling like a creeper. It helped that she
was fully clothed, and actually wore a bra this time.

When work ended, we watched TV together, as was becoming our ritual.
After nearly nine hours at my desk, I needed some time to let my brain
rest and not be responsible for anyone, or anything, but me. Emmie
understood, and we continued a series we'd started the day before.

Just as I was finally starting to relax and put the night before out of
my mind, she stirred. It started as a big stretch, arms and legs
splayed out with an ecstatic, agonized groan. "It's just about time to
get to work. Save me a spot for a few hours from now?" she said, before
kissing my cheek.

I didn't say anything, and if Emmie noticed how I'd been all day, she
kept it to herself. With her gone, I switched to a movie, and paid
attention to very little of it. Half an hour in, music started up in
her room, and I had an awful choice to make. Did I stay here as long as
I could before going to bed early, or did I give in to temptation?

I'd never considered myself a good man. Too much hate and bitterness in
me to ever feel like I was good. Emmie talked to me like I was a knight
in shining armor, who rescued her from her father. And maybe that was
partially true, but my armor was tarnished at best.

An hour. I made it an entire hour before I went back to my office, and
got on my laptop for plausible deniability, if and when she came back
down. Her laughter came through clearly, over the muted music. She
spoke, but I couldn't quite make out the words, just the tone.

Emmie sounded amused at something, kind of exasperated, if I had to
guess. Curiosity tugged at me, like the moon pulling at the tides. My
laptop beckoned, whispering me promises of getting to her stream. It
was just a few clicks away, if I wanted to.

I sat there, listening for another half an hour before her laughter and
playful chatting turned into something more. A lull in the music made
her next words come clear, "...private show, huh? You got it."

The music cut out entirely, which made her next words even more clear.
"You heard the man, it's time for a private show. I'll be back in half
an hour for more fun!" Then silence.

I waited with bated breath. If a pin dropped, it would've clanged. A
minute later, she continued.

"Hey there, Maro. It's been a bit, hasn't it?"

The man on the other end of the internet said something, but I couldn't
hear it. I stood, moving to the corner of the room, where I knew I'd be
underneath her bed. The entire world moved slowly, as if I was in a
dream. My actions felt like someone else was behind the wheel, and I
was helpless to resist.

"Of course I missed you! You're my favorite, you know. And I've been
waiting for you all day so I could cum!" She laughed again, but I
recognized it for the act it was. Until her next words killed my
thinking. "Mm. There's that big cock I love. Stroke it for me?"

I swallowed hard. She was nineteen, I reminded myself. A grown-ass
adult, who could say things like that, do things like that, and it was
fine. Still, the thought of the way she looked at me and said my name,
charm turned on...I pictured that look paired with her playful teasing.
My hand went down to my growing erection, but I stopped short.

"Fuck, one of these days I'm going to have to pay you a visit in
person...I want to suck it so badly. I want to wrap my lips around that
fat cock and take as much of you in my mouth as I can." A second later,
I heard the buzz of a vibrator, and then my niece's long, lewd moan.

I tried to focus on keeping my breathing steady, and to just listen,
but my pulse thundered in my head. Blood fought between my brain and my
dick, and I was caught in the middle. My brain told me it was wrong,
she trusted me, and that I was only torturing myself. On the other
hand, years of loneliness came crashing down on me, and I wasn't
prepared for how strongly it hit me.

"I love the way you look at me," Emmie purred. "I'm going to fuck this
toy, and I want you to jerk off at my pace, okay? Mmmm...." The bed
rocked and thumped like it had the night before.

My hand ventured down, and I cupped my cock. Even just that sparked a
need for more. Emmie moaned, low and slow, and my hand moved in time
with the sounds she made. It was a taste of what I wanted, but not
enough, like just a few drops of water in the middle of the desert. Her
next moan had me leaning my back against the wall while I rubbed
myself.

"I want to ride you," Emmie said. "I want to ride that hard cock while
you suck on my nipples. God baby, they're so sensitive!" The bed rocked
and thumped like it had the night before.

It didn't matter to me that she was putting on an act. It worked, and
my rubbing grew more insistent, and the fire in me sparked to a blaze.
I pictured exactly what she said. I pictured my niece, naked, slowly
lowering herself onto my hard cock. I saw her cute little pout, the way
she bit her lip, as I mentally attacked her neck and thrust into her.

"Harder now...C'mon baby, I want it harder!"

I was lost in the fantasy, and my hand moved of its own accord. My hips
rolled forward, grinding needily. Not enough, it wasn't nearly enough.
Without thinking about it, I unbuttoned my pants and stuck my hand
down, grasping my cock just beneath the tip. With her next moan, I
stroked downwards.

Slowly at first, but it wasn't too long before her moans and sighs,
just barely audible through the ceiling, spurred me on to stroke harder
and faster. "Just like that just like that just like that," her voice
dropped in volume, but became more urgent, less restrained.

"Fuck, I groaned. Only after did I realize there was a chance she could
hear me. Just as it occurred to me, the buzzing sound flickered and she
gasped. The sound stuttered, and in my mind she rode me with reckless
abandon. I wanted that abandon, that relentless hunger. I wanted to let
go.

The bed creaked and drummed an irregular, frenzied beat. I tried to
match it, but I couldn't keep in time. I just jerked as hard and fast
as I could. My boxers conformed around the tip of my cock, and stuck to
the drops of precum out there. Everything inside me churned, and the
need howled.

"You like that? You like that? Cum for me. Fucking cum for me, baby!"
she cried out, loud enough that I would've heard it in the living room.

Her words, her voice, her need, all pierced through my brain and set me
off. My balls tightened painfully, and then I let loose, cock erupting
inside my pants. Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed against my
boxers, covering my hand and the inside of my pants. I stroked and
milked myself for all it was worth, completely lost in the most intense
orgasm I'd had in months.

I came at almost the same time as my niece. The buzzing stopped, and
her low, satisfied sigh sent a chill down my spine. For one moment that
lasted an eternity, I was utterly content and pleased.

"Oh wow, you came a lot, didn't you? One of these days, I want it
inside me."

My cock twitched, but I was spent for the moment. Worse yet, my hand
and pants were absolutely sticky with my seed. Fuck, I'd really just
done that. I'd really just jerked off to the sound of my niece
masturbating on camera.

Disgust and shame hit me like a truck. I tried to tell myself I
couldn't help it, I was just caught up in things, but...who was I
bullshitting? I withdrew my hand and wiped it on my pants. Awkwardly, I
stepped out of my office and ran up the stairs as quietly as possible.
Just as I got to the master bedroom, Emmie's door opened and her head
peeked out. She kept the rest of her body behind the door, and I
imagined she was either wearing nothing, or something exciting.

"Hey," she called out. "You going to bed?"

I didn't look at her. "Yeah, I'm not feeling very well. I'm going to
take a shower and lie down. Don't wait up," I joked weakly.

"Hah, no problem Uncle Harry. Love you!"

The dagger went right into my heart. "I love you too."

Once inside, I stripped and threw my soiled clothes into the hamper.
Autopilot took over, and I turned the shower to hot, and waited for the
water heater to kick in. My thoughts wandered, finding nothing but dark
places.

I realized just how fucked up I was, and how much I hated myself for
it. Emmie deserved a warm, safe home, someplace she could be herself
without worrying about her family judging her or jerking off to her.

But there was no chance of me sending her away. The realization was the
dirtiest feeling of all. She'd have a place here as long as she wanted,
and I'd just have to do my best to not give in to my horrible intrusive
thoughts. But I'd already crossed a line, and a traitorous part of my
brain whispered that I might as well see where the rabbit hole took me.

I hopped into the shower, and the water scalded me. Most people didn't
think of themselves as bad, but I knew better. I may have had good
intentions originally, but now I was on the path to hell.

*Chapter Five*

If Emmie suspected a thing, she hid it well. The next day, things went
on as smoothly as they ever had, on her side. I was quieter than usual,
and often had a thousand yard stare. To say I was ashamed of my actions
would be putting it lightly. I'm pretty sure I'd never hated myself
that much in my life, but now I felt on par with Michael in shittiness.

I still hung out with my niece. How could I not, when she needed me?
But going forward, I did my utmost best to not look directly at her.
When I did, my eyes remained above her neckline, and often right into
her clear blue eyes. They were so trusting, and so peaceful now that
she was here. The mischievous spark she sometimes had would always make
me look away, half-smiling.

When the time came for her to go up and work, however, I had a plan.

"I should probably get made up and start the stream," she said,
standing and stretching like she did each time. This time, I managed to
not stare.

I stood as well, and she raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "I figured
now's a good time to go grocery shopping, now that the ancient ones are
slumbering and not blocking aisles. I was thinking that maybe I'd pick
up some steaks for the grill this weekend. Assuming you don't have any
plans."

"Of course not! Aside from working, I'm keeping my head down and saving
up. Dad hasn't tried to reach you again, has he?" Her warm expression
flickered.

I shook my head. "No, he's been quiet for a few days now. Maybe he
finally got it into his thick skull that I'm not going to help him at
all. If he does call again, maybe I'll send him on a wild goose chase."

"You're the best, Uncle Harry!" Before I could say or do anything, she
wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest.

Swallowing hard, I hugged her as well, running a hand through her hair.
"Anything for you, squirt. Go knock them dead."

Emmie pulled away, but only enough to pull me down enough to plant a
kiss on my cheek. A slight shudder went down my spine. Not even an
innocent show of affection was safe from my deviant mind anymore.

I smiled weakly when we broke apart. She turned and walked away, and I
was unable to stop myself from staring at the way her tight ass moved
as she climbed the stairs. Sighing, I grabbed my keys and wallet and
went for a drive.

Eventually, I did go to the grocery store, but first I just drove
around. First it was to clear my head, and then it was to kill time.
Traffic in my area generally dropped off around this time, so I let
myself go on autopilot and just go through my neighborhood and the
surrounding areas. At one point I briefly considered going to a bar,
but it was the middle of the week, and I wasn't that guy.

Leaving was the first time in days I felt good about myself. The best
way to avoid temptation was to be nowhere near it. After about an hour,
I filled up on gas and headed to the grocery store. There, I got some
steaks, potatoes, asparagus, and salad stuff, as well as plenty of junk
food. I spent more than I intended to, but there was no real price for
peace of mind.

When I got home and did the manly thing of carrying everything in one
go, I saw Emmie had already finished for the night and sat in the
living room. She rushed forward to take a couple of bags from me.

"Whoa, did we really need this much?" she asked, hefting them over to
the table. "This is more than just for steaks."

"What, you don't want ice cream?" I held up a pint of Ben and Jerry's.

"I didn't say that," she said before snatching it out of my hands and
cradling it like a gremlin.

I laughed, and we put the rest of the groceries away. I kept a six pack
of beer out, while she had her ice cream. We went back to the living
room, where she flipped through our streaming services. Like often
happened, decision paralysis kept us from actually putting anything on.
Eventually, I had to break the silence.

"You stopped kind of early tonight, didn't you?"

Emmie shrugged and went to Youtube. "Tonight's like the worst night of
the week for getting viewers. No one knows why, just that the middle of
the week sucks. A lot of people take Wednesday and Thursday off. I'm
probably going to work Friday through Monday, and spend the rest of the
time video editing. Or relaxing with my favorite uncle."

I chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't be gone from the
house four nights a week, but maybe with some effort and willpower, I'd
be able to know what days to avoid my office. Maybe those could be days
I put on headphones and read in bed. The dark part of me whispered I'd
never do that, and I'd be there in my office, or maybe outside her
door.

She put on a video interview of a popular pornstar. "This is okay,
right?" she double checked.

"Yeah, of course. We're both adults, right? It's not like you're
putting on actual porn. I can handle listening to an attractive woman
talk about her job without losing my shit." So long as it wasn't her.

The interview was actually really interesting. The actress had just won
performer of the year, and was the first black woman to do so. I was
familiar with her work, and was utterly captivated hearing her talk
about the job with such joy, without shying away from the darker
aspects of the industry.

The video went to an ad, and I had to ask, "Is that how you feel about
what you do?"

Emmie turned and nodded with a smile. "I'm not nearly as experienced or
as big as her, but I do love it. She's done /everything,/ but so far
I've only done solo stuff, and a little bit of girl/girl content."

Well, fuck. My throat tightened, but I did my best to not be weird. "Do
you /want/ to go further, and do what she does?"

She let out a sigh. "Yes and no. I'd love to make a name for myself and
be considered good at what I do, but there's a lot of baggage that
comes with it, and dealing with some really skuzzy people. I'd love to
shoot some content with a man, but I'd need to trust him a lot. And
then we'd need to negotiate who hosts the video, what the cut is, etc.

"And I'd have to find someone local, probably. I'm not willing to fly
to meet a guy I don't know. That's a good way to get assaulted, and I'm
never going -- " Emmie took a quick, sharp breath. "It'd have to be
someone local, and I'd need to interview him, and film at his house,
since I'd never bring anyone here."

The realization of what she was about to say before she cut off made my
blood boil, but it wasn't the time to push. "I understand, and I
appreciate how smart you're being about it. You're not stupid, and I
hope you get a chance to go as far as you want."

Rather than saying anything, she just rested her head on my shoulder.
The interview came back on, and for a brief period of time, I didn't
really feel any lust, or think much of the fact that my grown niece was
cuddling me. In some ways, it felt like when I had been married, before
things had gone sour. It was nice to just sit and enjoy the company of
someone you love.

When it ended, Emmie kissed me on the cheek again, threw out her empty
ice cream container, and bid me good night. I stayed up a little
longer, going through another beer or two as I thought about things.

Gimme Shelter Pt. 02

by SalaciousSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/gimme-shelter-pt-02

Harry&#x27;s will is tested, and a gift is given

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It was clear I needed a healthier outlet for some pent up feelings I
hadn't realized built up so much. With a sigh, I finally gave in and
reinstalled Tinder, and even paid the ridiculous In-Your-30's
membership cost. I spent the next hour flipping through profiles, and
seeing who looked interesting. I ended up with three matches, but I
didn't say anything yet. That was enough for one night.

It carried me through the next few days. Work went pretty well, and my
recent efforts had the only guy above me in the company reach out to
both congratulate me and tell me to slow the fuck down and not poach
from the other agents. He also recommended I take a vacation, but there
was no way in hell I was doing that. Idle hands were the devil's
playthings. I wasn't religious, but I understood the phrase all too
well now.

The weekend came, and with it, dread. I had no work, and very little to
distract me. Friday, I went for another drive, then went to bed without
saying anything to my niece. Saturday, I had plans to grill and then
probably actually go to a bar while she worked. No one would think
twice about me going to a bar on a Saturday.

But when Emmie woke up, she upended my plans.

"Hey," she said, coming down in her usual sleepwear. "How about we have
steaks tomorrow? I've got a craving, and I want to take you out and
treat you."

I stopped like a deer in headlights. I shut the fridge door and cocked
my head to the side. "Yeah, we can do that. What're you craving?"

Emmie's entire face lit up, and she said, "All you can eat sushi!"

Well, shit. How could I say no to that?

I shaved my face and head, showered, and even got dressed in real
clothes and not just sweats and a t-shirt. It wasn't like I was
dressing up, but there was no way I was going to go to one of the best
places in town looking like a depressed college student.

Emmie apparently had the same idea as me. I never pegged her for the
type to wear dresses, but she wore a sleek red slip that looked
downright obscene on her. If we went out together, people were one
hundred percent going to get the wrong idea.

"Wow, what's the occasion?" I asked, laughing nervously. "Hot date?"

"You could say that," she said as she glided down the stairs. The dress
ended mid-thigh, and I couldn't help but see her panties before she
made it all the way down. Black, and semi-visible through her dress
itself. I dragged my eyes upward.

"You look incredible," I said as she came forward and hugged me. "A bit
wasted on me, don't you think?"

She shook her head vehemently. "There's no need for a special occasion
to go out and look good. Besides, maybe I'll make some hot woman your
age jealous and get her to go after you."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just ushered her out the door,
and into our car. The place was only ten minutes away, and we listened
to music in the car in a comfortable silence. When we arrived, I helped
her out of the car like a gentleman. My heart pounded. It wasn't a real
date, but try telling that to my stupid, lonely brain.

We were escorted to a small, quiet booth in the back. I ordered some
sake, and through good luck or negligence, they didn't card Emmie at
all. We placed an order for appetizers and a couple of starting rolls,
and I sipped the rice wine. She took a small cup of it herself and
winced, making a face.

"Yeah, it takes a bit to get used to," I said with a chuckle. I poured
us both a refill. "You know, some people would say I'm contributing to
the delinquency of a minor like this. Letting you drink, encouraging
you to do porn. Tsk."

Emmie laughed and drained the next cup as well. This time, she didn't
seem to mind it as much. "I don't see it that way at all, Uncle Harry.
You've always been my hero."

I laughed, but she did /not/ like that. She pouted, and I hate to say
it was adorable enough that I had a hard time taking it seriously at
first.

"I mean it! Do you remember my thirteenth birthday?"

It took me a second, but I remembered. It was shortly after her mother
died, and Michael had tried throwing her a large party to cheer her up.
The problem was, Emmie wasn't nearly ready for that many people, and it
had ended up being too much for her. Michael lost his temper and
shouted at her in front of everyone.

I'd been so embarrassed at losing my own temper, but not the stream of
angry words and curses that came out of my mouth right after. Michael
had eventually left in a huff, and it was on me to quietly encourage
people to head home and thank them for being there. Emmie had been
mortified and crushed inside. When everyone left, she cried for an hour
while I just held her.

"I do," I said. "I should've punched your father instead of just
throwing him to the ground."

Emmie laughed and nodded. She seemed to shrink a little, hugging her
chest and leaning forward. "I hated him, even then. He never cared
about me, or what I was going through. He just wanted to keep
appearances up, and for me to hurry up and be normal again. But you
cared. You rescued me then.

"Just like you're rescuing me now. You've always been there for me."

"Not always," I muttered darkly.

"That wasn't your fault," she said, heat entering her voice. "That was
all him, trying to keep me from the world. Keep me under his thumb. But
when it mattered, you were right there, willing to help me again."

"It's nothing," I said, looking away. "I'm not a hero. Really. Anyone
even halfway decent would've done the same."

She opened her mouth to retort, but our first round of food came. I
went for the gyoza immediately, dipping it in the dipping sauce and
thrusting it her way. At first Emmie looked affronted, but then she
grinned and leaned forward, biting it off my chopsticks. Her eyes
rolled dramatically, and I laughed.

For the moment, the subject was dropped, and food was the only thing
that mattered. Despite being a petite woman, Emmie was like a
hummingbird, and could eat her own weight in fish and rice. She focused
on the shrimp, while eel and spicy tuna had always been my favorite.

The first round gave way to the second, and we switched things up. I
decided that if I was going to indulge myself at all, it could be with
food. I had some delicious, juicy bulgogi, and Emmie had some sashimi.

By the time we were mostly finished with the third and final round,
both of us were stuffed beyond belief. Relaxed as she was, her little
tummy showed through the dress, though I'd never point it out. Just as
I relaxed and let my guard down, my niece decided to throw a curveball
my way.

"Harry, why have you been avoiding me so much?" she asked.

Every alarm bell went off in my head. "What're you talking about? I'm
not avoiding you. We're having dinner, right now!" I laughed, but I
knew she wasn't convinced.

She shot me a look like I'd called her dumb. "At first, everything was
great. And it still is! I'm not complaining about anything, I swear.
It's just...This past week, you've been distant, and you keep not
looking at me. What's going on?"

All of a sudden, I wanted to cry. I hadn't cried since my parents died,
and now my throat tightened and my eyes burned. She'd basically caught
me, and it was up to me how honest to be. As ashamed as I was, I didn't
want to lie to her. She'd find out eventually, and I didn't lie to
those I loved.

"I've been having some trouble with things," I said cautiously. "I'm
okay with what you do, but...I heard you. Perform."

Emmie nodded slowly. "And it's bothering you?"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times. Finally, I dropped my gaze
and muttered, "No, not quite. Look, I would never, /ever/ do or say
anything to make you uncomfortable if I could help it. You know that,
right?"

"Of course I know that. Seriously, you're my hero, and --"

"I'm not a hero!" I snapped, loud enough that other patrons looked up
at us. I lowered my voice and said, "That's what I'm trying to tell
you, Emmie. I heard you, and I...I listened. And not just once. I'm a
disgusting old man."

"You're not!" she whispered vehemently. "You're a normal guy, living
with a beautiful young woman you haven't seen or talked to in five
years, and you're alone. It's normal. You're not disgusting. You're
/not./"

Twin tears trailed down my face. I wiped them away and said, "I
appreciate it, but you deserve better than this."

"Better than a kind man, helping me out without asking for anything in
return?" she shot back.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. "Look, Emmie..."

"You're not going to kick me out, are you?" she asked, sounding small
and scared.

"What? No!" I looked at her again, and without realizing it I took her
hand in mine. "I wouldn't do that either. I want to give you a safe
place to live and work and be yourself, and I shouldn't...I shouldn't
be affected like this. I don't know what to do, okay? I just know that
I can't be this way."

Now that it was out, my self loathing boiled over and threatened to
drown me. I thought I'd done such a great thing, but it quickly became
selfish. I'd only masturbated to her the once, but once was too much.

"I want to say here, Uncle Harry. Do you trust me?"

I couldn't help the bitter laugh that bubbled out of me. "More than I
trust myself, at the moment."

"Then let me fix this. I have an idea, and I'll do it when we get home,
okay? You just gotta trust that I know what I'm doing, what I want, and
that I can take care of myself. Can you do that?"

The laughter only got worse. "Listen to you, being the adult in the
room. Christ, I'm such a fucking mess."

She shook her head. "None of that. Do you trust me to do something that
will make sure we're both okay?"

I blew out a long breath. "I guess. Like I've said, I got nothing, so
whatever you want to try, I'm...I'm listening."

Emmie smiled at me, warmly enough to make me brighten a little. "C'mon,
I'll pay and then we'll go home. I have to work tonight, but I've got
something I want to do beforehand."

I nodded, and we flagged down the waitress. Emmie paid, and I left a
twenty on the table as a tip. She didn't protest, and we got back into
my car, and drove home. The ride was silent again, but I couldn't help
but feel the tension, and I knew I wasn't alone. Things were different
now, and no matter what she said, I know I ruined it.

We got home, and without saying a word to each other, we parted ways. I
went to my office, promising myself that when she started, I'd leave.
It was probably a lie and I knew it, but I wasn't ready to give up just
yet. I'd try, and give my niece time to come up with a solution. It
would be easier for her, not being affected like I was.

The clock ticked away, and I checked my emails, looked and responded
tersely on Tinder, losing me the one match I'd managed to almost talk
into a date. Fifteen minutes until Emmie's stream started, and I was
about ready to give up and maybe call for a ride and drink myself
stupid, when a new email showed up in my inbox. It was from Emmie.

/Harry, there's nothing wrong with the way you're reacting. This is
what I'm good at, and it's honestly pretty great to know that I'm THAT
good at it. I don't want you to feel bad about it. Secrets are hard,
and temptation is hard. No matter what happens, I love you and I know
you love me. Nothing will ever change that. I don't want you to worry
about your urges. You'd never hurt me. I want you to take a look, enjoy
yourself, and don't worry about it. It's just fantasy, and a little
fantasy never hurt anyone. These are for you. I love you, Uncle Harry
&lt;3/

My heart raced as I read the note. It went into double time when I saw
the link at the bottom. It was a Dropbox account. I clicked it, and my
heart stopped.

It was a collection of all her videos.

*Chapter Six*

The moment I understood what I was looking at, I backed up so hard and
fast I knocked my chair over. It only helped so much, as the thumbnails
showed my niece in varying states of undress, with toys, and with other
girls. There were dozens of them, and she'd sent them all to me after I
poured out my heart to her.

/It's just fantasy, and a little fantasy never hurt anyone./

My heart raced and left me breathless. Liquid lightning flowed through
my veins, charging me with too much energy as I skipped past fight and
flight and landed on freeze. I worked my throat several times trying to
swallow, but it felt impossible.

/These are for you. I love you, Uncle Harry &lt;3/

I clenched my eyes and tried to force myself to calm down. Even digging
my nails into my palms did nothing. The pain was far away and
unimportant compared to the sheer panic, and sudden /yearning/ that
threatened to consume me. No matter how horrified I was, the arousal
was stronger.

My eyes scanned the videos, sliding over each thumbnail and imprinting
them permanently in my memory. A stronger man than me would've gotten
out of it, and probably thrown Emmie out for that. I wasn't strong, or
good, or anything other than a deprived, depraved coward. I righted my
chair and sat back down, getting a closer look.

I clicked one at random, and the video opened in a new window. It
started with a shot of a shower. Emmie walked on screen, wearing a
black and pink robe, held together with a loose, velvety belt. She
turned the water on and tilted the showerhead away to not spray the
floor. Then she turned and faced the camera.

"Hey everyone! It's time for my obligatory shower video! It's a rite of
passage for all exhibitionists. You guys asked, and I happily
delivered." She wore a playful grin, and I was struck by how
enthusiastic she was. She didn't pretend to be some worldly seductress,
or playful nymph. Here, undoing the belt, was my adorable goofball of a
niece, who threw herself into anything she cared about.

My mouth dried up as the fluffy robe slid down her shoulders to her
spread arms, showing off two perfect breasts. They were just over a
handful and stood proudly on her chest with just the right amount of
natural sag. Her pink nipples jutted out, displaying the twin metal
bars with hearts on the ends. There was something about it that drove
me beyond crazy, and made me want to feel them, taste them, maybe twist
them around until she cried out just for me.

Unconsciously, I unzipped my pants and leaned back in my chair. A quick
tug of my boxers and my cock sprang free, throbbing with a hypnotic
intensity. I grasped myself by the base as my eyes remained locked on
the video.

"These hurt, by the way," Emmie said to the viewer, looking down at her
breasts. "A lot. But it's a small price to pay for how fucking good
they look. They stand out no matter what I'm wearing. And you know
what? I /want/ people to look."

She cupped her breasts, flesh spilling over between her fingers as she
framed her nipples between two pinched fingers. She let out a moan I
/knew/ wasn't fake. Her entire body jerked, back arching and presenting
herself to me. My grip tightened and I stroked hard, gasping.

I felt drunk off my lust, drowning in it even. The past several years
had been like sleeping, and now I was awake for the first time and sex
wasn't a want, it was a need. It was like dying of thirst and staring
at a bountiful oasis. And my niece, my Emmie, wanted this. She wanted
me to watch, and I was too far gone to question it.

Emmie's fingers slid down to her belt, where the robe barely covered
her lower half. With a wink, she turned her back to the camera. The
gentle, sweet curves of her smooth back gave way to a petite waist and
round hips, meant to be grabbed. The robe fell to the ground, revealing
a tramp stamp of a beautiful, sprawling rose garden above her heart
shaped ass. Her legs were long for her height, and she had them
crossed, drawing the eye to her smooth, toned muscles and dainty feet.
I wasn't a feet guy, but hers were...cute, somehow.

She bounced from foot to foot for a few seconds, humming playfully over
the quiet roar of the shower. I watched, entranced, at each bounce of
her ass. She spun around and shook her tits, laughing with genuine joy.
Then her hands went down her smooth stomach, past the belly button
ring, on to her thighs as she spread her legs. Her lips smiled back at
me, opening up to show bright pink, and a slit I desperately wanted to
explore.

Fuck. I closed my eyes and breathed hard. I couldn't remove my hand
from my dick. I wanted to yell at Emmie for her brilliant idea. This
wasn't going to help me, this was just going to make me want more and
more, until it broke me.

A surprised cry made me open my eyes again, and Emmie was in the
shower. The cold water made her dance in place, and I could tell when
it heated up because she put her arms down and let the water hit her
chest and stream down her body. My hand pumped my cock at a lazy, slow
pace. A delicious tease of sensation, not enough to satisfy.

I needed more.

As hard as it was, I exited out of that video and chose another. Emmie
kneeled on her bed, wearing lingerie that wrapped around her breasts
and cunt rather than hide them. In her hands was a magic wand. I
skipped ahead a couple of minutes and was rewarded by the wand between
her legs, buzzing hard while she rode it cowgirl style.

Her hips rolled forward obscenely, leaving a clear slickness on the
toy. Her hands cupped her breasts again and she rolled her nipples
between her fingers. Her moan pierced through my brain. I stroked
faster now, jaw dropping. God, she was beautiful, and whatever act she
put on for her stream, I was convinced this wasn't it.

She was masturbating on camera, just for me. The way she looked into my
eyes through the screen made my balls twitch. Her mouth opened in a
perfect O and her entire body seized up. It sent me from drunk and
horny to over the edge in seconds. My cock thickened and twitched as my
hand became a blur around the base. The world whited out as I spurt
into the bottom of my desk, all over my legs and hands, again and
again.

I came like I was a teenager, when I could jerk off for hours and never
run out of cum. I came so hard it felt like I passed out, and I slumped
limp in my chair. My cock remained hard, and I knew from past
experience that it wasn't going to soften anytime soon.

On the screen, Emmie jerked violently as the wand kept its powerful
buzz against her pussy. Eventually she pulled it away and turned it
off, then fell over sideways. She had a lazy, content smile on her
face, like a smug cat. She bit her lip and laughed.

"Fuck that felt good. I hope you came as hard as I did. Next time, I
want to see it, maybe even feel it." She brought her hand to her mouth
and blew a kiss at the camera before turning it off.

I sat there, panting for breath, not sure whether to be disgusted or
ecstatic. This is what she wanted, and encouraged, but it was on me to
say no. This wasn't normal, and it probably wasn't healthy. But what
could I do? It's not like I was going to suddenly stop. I knew that in
my heart now. There were a lot more videos in there, and over the next
while I was going to watch them all and commit them to memory.

No matter what, I'd never again look at Emmie in the same way. She
wasn't just my innocent niece, frozen forever in my mind as a grieving
14 year old. Now she was a sexual creature, and wanted to play a game
with me. It was a game I didn't understand, without any obvious rules
other than one: we couldn't have sex.

That would be crossing a line I couldn't come back from. If I did that,
I would be no better than any other predator. It didn't occur to me
until much, much later that if anyone was the predator, it was Emmie.
For the moment, I despaired over how badly I wanted to sink my teeth in
her, not knowing how badly she wanted to do the same.

Eventually I calmed down, and cleaned myself and my poor desk and floor
up. I went upstairs, and paused in the hallway. Her voice carried
through well. "Pffft, you wish. Sorry boys and girls, but I'm happily
taken. You'll have to drool over me from afar. And if you want more,
you can always buy a private show or custom video. I want to show you
/everything/!"

Gimme Shelter Pt. 02

by SalaciousSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/gimme-shelter-pt-02

Harry&#x27;s will is tested, and a gift is given

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I shivered and took a shower. The hot water washed away everything but
my sins, and even those became manageable. I stayed that way for a good
half hour, just soaking in the heat and not letting myself think. When
I got out, it was with a new, fragile resignation that was too tired to
care about much.

I went downstairs and put on a sitcom I didn't care about, and let the
canned laughter and predictable predicaments take me away from the
clusterfuck that was my life. It worked well enough, and I even
chuckled a few times.

By the time Emmie finished her show, I was mellow and calm, though the
back of my mind couldn't get the images or the orgasm that followed
out. I spent the whole time at half mast. When she walked downstairs in
sweats and a sweater, I still saw the supple, curvy body underneath.
When I looked at her face, all I could see was the way it twisted in
ecstasy when she orgasmed.

"Hey Uncle Harry," she said quietly. "Can I join you?"

I didn't answer immediately. We both looked at the other, a thousand
unanswered questions between us. I finally smiled and motioned to the
spot on the couch that had become hers. She sat down, and leaned
against me, eyes on the TV.

"This one? Really?" she scoffed playfully. "I mean, the first few
seasons are good, but the ending was an insult."

"I know, I know," I said, "but it's about the journey, not the
destination, right?"

She chuckled. "I think you're right. I want to have fun and enjoy
myself, and appreciate every second of it. Even if the ending's bad."

My throat tightened. She chanced a look at me. Her small, mischievous
smile said nothing, but told me everything. I cautiously extended an
arm and wrapped it around her side, cupping her hip but not doing
anything inappropriate. It wasn't half as bad as masturbating to her
just a couple hours before.

Emmie snuggled against me, and inhaled deeply. I swallowed a lump and
forced myself to relax. Nothing was decided now, and that was okay. We
watched three episodes before fatigue and stress caught up to me.

"I'm out of here," I said. Then, on a lark, I leaned over and kissed
her forehead softly. It was anything but innocent, and we both knew it.
Then I got up and started up the stairs.

"I love you, Uncle Harry," Emmie said.

"I love you too, Emmie." I smiled, and went upstairs to let the
oblivion of sleep claim me. My world was shattered now. All that
remained was seeing how far things could break.

Story Tags: incest; niece; uncle; romance; camgirl; age%20difference;
slow%20burn

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