Aly and Uncle Toby (Pt 1) [FM, incest]

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Hi everyone. Just before you read my story, I want to say that it is all FICTIONAL! Nothing you are about to read actually happened in real life. 

Hope you enjoy it. It’s my New Year’s resolution to be braver with my writing and share it occasionally, even if only anonymously online! I’d love feedback and praise!

Aly had always liked her Uncle Toby in that way. It wasn’t because he looked like a movie star or had a ripped body. In fact, he was pretty average looking and had a little bit of a paunch. But whenever she was around him she always felt that tingle deep in her belly. There was just something about her Uncle Toby that she was drawn to.

When she was younger she had pushed the thoughts away and chided herself for thinking things that she knew were very wrong. She pushed them away so hard that she knew her mum thought she didn’t like Toby (her mum’s brother) at all. Whenever he was around she would go to her room. It looked rude, but no one realised she only did it because she was worried that if she didn’t she would end up getting caught staring at him, or worse still staring at his crotch and drooling while she imagined what lay hidden in his trousers.

By the time she was 19, Uncle Toby was almost exclusively the only thing Aly thought about when she lay in bed and masturbated. She imagined big, long, intricate fantasies based around him walking in on her while she was undressed. In them she would try to cover her naked body while Uncle Toby’s eyes looked all over her. He would stare at her and lick his lips, tell her not to be shy, that she had a very pretty body. In the fantasy Aly would pretend to be shocked by his words, but really she would get wetter and wetter the more he stared and the more lecherous his words got. Sometimes that was all she needed to reach orgasm, but other times he would pull his dick out and rub it right in front of her. In her imagination she would stop trying to cover herself and let him look at her. He would tell her to turn around, bend over, spread her pussy wide so he could see her properly, and in the fantasy she always did as she was told to. Even if it was one of those days where she was struggling to cum, thinking about Uncle Toby emptying his balls while he stared at her pussy and called her a ‘good girl’ always did the trick, her fingers working frantically, imagining they were his dick slipping in and out of her. Those orgasms were always so powerful and incredible that Aly started to think of them as Tobygasms. 

Obviously though, they were just fantasies. Aly was shy and awkward by nature, and if Uncle Toby had actually walked in on her when she was naked (or even just in her underwear) she would have screamed in embarrassment. It was fun to imagine she could act like some wanton teen nymph, but the reality was the complete opposite. Truth was, Aly had never even kissed another boy. She knew she wasn’t a model, but there had been a few times in her teens when a boy her age had asked her out, but even though sometimes she had really wanted to say yes, her shyness had made her respond as if even the thought of going on a date disgusted her. Eventually no one asked her out anymore.

It was hard being two different people in the one mind. One of them thought about sex constantly, while the other one messed up any chance there was of actually experiencing it.

Aly also didn’t have a group of girlfriends to swap stories and thoughts with. For all she knew, maybe everyone played with themselves as often as she did. Maybe it was completely normal to be able to feel how wet your panties were all the time. Maybe (though she very much doubted it) everyone had sexual thoughts about people that they really shouldn’t. Maybe everyone spent hours online every night, searching through the internet for stories and videos about nieces and uncles. Maybe all those things were true, but everything she saw online and on TV seemed to suggest that they weren’t, and so Aly lived her sexual life very much in her head, keeping her thoughts secret, sharing them only very rarely on anonymous internet forums in the small hours of the night.

It was on one of those forums that someone said something that gave Aly an idea. 

She had been chatting with a girl from another country. The conversation had been about their shared love of -and need for- little space. Aly’s Dad had never been present in her life, and she was self-aware enough to know that his absence had been a large part of her sexual kinks. It seemed that most (though not all) ‘littles’ sought that safe space which  had been missing from their early years, often due to an absent parent.  Or, maybe they just needed to be little sometimes. Her own need for it was still something she was processing.

The girl had been funny, and the conversation was easy. Online, Aly was like a different person, and found she could be witty and charming in a way that she never could be in real life. Maybe the difference was being able to write the words rather than say them – typing it out on screen offered a distance between her and her true thoughts that speaking aloud just didn’t. They were chatting about their shared kink for incest when the girl had typed that the easiest way to experience it a little bit would be to have a dirty uncle, one that leered at them in their bikinis and stuff. Aly had told her she did have an uncle, but that he wasn’t the type to perv on her.

GIRL: Really?! 

ALY: I wish!! Bt he’s not like that. Not even close. 

GIRL: Damnnnn that’s a shame! Have u tried teasing him?!

ALY: HAHAHA! If you knew me irl you would know why that’s so funny! I’m def not the teasing type

GIRL: My mom says all men are pervs. Pity u found the only one in the world who isn’t!

ALY: Yup. He’s super straight. Works in IT. Basically a geek!

GIRL: Geeks r ADORABLE!!

ALY: I know!!!!!

GIRL: imagine if he had to fix ur laptop!! Thn he wd find out what bad thoughts his niece has abt him!!

That was it. That was the sentence that planted the idea. Uncle Toby did work in IT, so Aly knew he was good with computers and tech. If she had an issue with her ancient laptop then wouldn’t it make sense that she would take it to him rather than going to a shop? 

One of her biggest fears in life was that she got knocked down or something and ended up in hospital. Obviously she worried about the pain, but more than that she worried that while she was away her mum would need to use her laptop for something. There was no way her mum could EVER be allowed to see the sites she visited or the videos she watched. Because of that, Aly cleared her browsing history after every late night session looking for uncle porn. She even cleared her cookies and caches. No evidence could ever be left to be found at a later date. The shame of it would kill her dead on the spot.

But… what if she did leave some of it on her history for one specific person? What if she loaded her history with the type of thing that would make it obvious what she fantasised about, and then pretended she had an issue with a virus or something and asked Uncle Toby to fix it?

The thought of him knowing what she masturbated about caused an instant flooding between her legs and brought on a desire so strong that she left the conversation without even saying goodbye, flipped onto her front, and started to grind on her hand, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit and rocking her hips against it. As she did, she thought about Uncle Toby opening her laptop and finding her search history. She pressed harder into her hand as she imagined him visiting the sites and seeing the videos of uncles fucking their nieces. She thought about him getting hard, his hand slipping into his shorts and squeezing himself. She imagined him starting to get off and pushed two fingers into her pussy, the mixed feelings of shame and guilt and desire hitting a special spot in her sexual psyche.

Aly came hard, biting down on her pillow to quieten her Tobygasm, as waves of pleasure swept over her. The image in her head as she did was of her Uncle Toby cumming watching a video that she had also cum to, his jizz splashing over the screen and keyboard of her laptop in thick, wet threads.

It was the most intense orgasm  she had ever had in her life. For the next week it was the only thing she thought about when she masturbated; sometimes the image she came to was his face as he came, sometimes it was the head of his cock shooting it out, sometimes it was the thought of getting the laptop back from him and licking the keys to see if they tasted salty. But above all, what got Aly off was the shame of her uncle knowing what she got off to. 

Another week of similar orgasms and thoughts, and the intensity of it started to fade. Thinking about it was becoming not enough, and by that point Aly was addicted. Normal orgasms weren’t enough anymore. She needed more of those like she experienced the first night the girl online had given her the idea.

There was only thing that would give Aly the fix she needed now. It meant being braver than she had ever been before. It took another two weeks of fading orgasms before she actually found the courage one morning at breakfast.

“Mum, do you think Uncle Toby would have a look at my laptop for me?”

Her mum was tidying around the kitchen, wiping surfaces and straightening up. 

“I’m sure he would,” her mum replied. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

Aly’s cheeks were already burning. Now that she had set things in motion it made it all seem much more real. Because it was real. She was actually doing this.

“I think it’s got a virus or something. Keeps lagging and going really slow.”

“I’m no slouch around a PC,” her mum said unexpectedly. “I could have a quick look if you want?”

“No!” Aly almost shouted. Her mum turned and gave her a puzzled look. “I mean, no, thanks anyway, but I think it’s beyond your level of ‘expertise’.”

She emphasised the last word, trying to make a joke of it, so that it seemed as if shouting ‘no’ had been part of the joke. For the past three weeks Aly had been deliberately not wiping her search history. The very last thing on Earth she needed was her Mum getting anywhere near it.

“I’m sure I could have a look without blowing it up, dear.”

“I know, but it’s just that I’ve got a lot of college work on it, and I’m scared if I -or you- hit the wrong button it’ll all get deleted.”

“You really should have that all backed up, Aly.”

“I know, but I haven’t. Lesson learned, and now I’m terrified I lose it all. I thought Uncle Toby would be the best person to ask.”

“Sure. I’ll text him later. Despite how rude you’ve been around him lately, I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.”

“Thanks Mum.”

And that was it. That was all it had taken to set everything in motion. 

For the rest of that day Aly couldn’t focus on anything else. She went to her first class as normal, but was so consumed by the thoughts in her head that she never really heard one word the teacher said. After that she sat in the library with her laptop. She almost deleted everything a hundred times. Let the cursor hover over the action and her finger hover over the mousepad. Twice she went to the bathroom,  sat on the toilet, and played with herself as quietly as she could. Cumming in the tight little cubicle was something she did semi-regularly, pushing two fingers of one hand inside herself, rubbing her clit with the other, not able to finger herself properly incase anyone came in and heard the squelching noises from her wet hole. On that day the orgasms helped her to calm down a little, although her underwear was soaked by the time she left college for the day.

Uncle Toby arrived just after dinner. 

Aly was in her room when her mum called up that he was there. The laptop was on her bed, and she paced back and forth, looking at it, summoning the courage to see her plan through to the end. She had changed her panties as soon as she got home, nervous her mum would be able to smell her pussy in the air. Now she was wearing one of her favourite comfort pairs; striped pastel colours with kittens all over them. They were ones she often wore in little space. They were beginning to get wet when she took a deep breath, tried to ignore her hammering pulse, picked up the laptop and headed downstairs.

“Hey, Aly,” Uncle Toby said as she walked into the room. “How you been?”

For a horrible moment she thought she wasn’t going to be able to speak, her throat tightening and threatening to refuse to let any words out. 

“Hi, Uncle Toby,” she eventually managed. “Yeah, good thanks. You?”

He was sitting on the sofa, wearing a casual suit, drinking a coffee. Aly watched as he took a sip, lips wrapping round the rim of the mug. Her thighs tensed as she imagined how his mouth would feel on her clit. 

“Ah, same old, same old. Your mum says you’re having trouble with your laptop?”

“It’s got a virus.” her mum said, sitting on a chair at the opposite end of the room, half talking, half watching TV. “And she’s worried about her coursework getting deleted.”

Uncle Toby’s eyebrows raised in a question.

“Yeah,” Aly said. “At least I think it’s a virus. I don’t really know.”

“Happy to have a look at it for you.”

“Great, thanks Uncle Toby. Do you know how long you’ll need it for?”

“Need it for?” Toby looked slightly puzzled. “Oh, there’s no need to take it away. If it’s a virus I should be able to fix it here.”

Aly’s mouth fell open. How could she have been so stupid? In all of her fantasies Uncle Toby had taken the laptop away and looked at it in his own house. It had never even crossed her mind that he would try to fix it right there and then!

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Uncle Toby held his hand out, indicating with a gesture to the laptop Aly now gripped tightly.

“Aly?” he said. “I’m going to need to look at it if you want me to fix it…”

Aly’s mind raced for a way out of the situation, but she couldn’t find one. Colour rose to her cheeks. Almost as an out of body experience, she felt her arms raise and she passed the device over.

“Okay,” Uncle Toby said, settling back on the sofa and opening the laptop. “Let’s see what the problem is.”

Aly watched as the glare from the screen reflected from his glasses as the machine powered up.

“Password?” he asked.

“Aly123,” she replied.

“Jesus, Aly,” her mum said. “First you don’t backup your work, and then you make a password a toddler could break? I think your Uncle Toby should have a word you about good digital practices.”

Aly scowled at her mum, but she couldn’t very well tell her that until about an hour ago her password had been #6*UncleTobysGoodGirl*9#.

“It could be a bit more secure, Aly,” Uncle Toby said. “Might be that your problem stems from someone hacking you. Grab a seat and we’ll have a look.”

Uncle Toby patted the space beside him on the sofa. The space right beside him.

There was nothing she could do now, other than kick the laptop clean out of his hands, or pretend to faint, and for a moment she considered both those thoughts before slowly lowering herself down onto the sofa, so close to her uncle that sides of their legs were touching. Aly was certain he would be able to feel the pulsing combination of her pussy and her heartbeat, but if he did he didn’t react to either of them, his face a picture of concentration as his fingers danced over the keyboard. 

Aly was thinking about those fingers (so thick and long and manly), thinking about how they would feel inside her, when Uncle Toby snapped her clean back to reality.

“I’ve downloaded a virus checker and set it running. While it does that, let’s check what sites you’ve been on. Sometimes a virus comes from a website that looks perfectly legit on the face of it. I’m guessing you use this to research for college? Visit a lot of different sites?”

Aly managed to nod.

Her mum was sitting across the room from them, still mainly engrossed in watching some soap on the TV. From where she was sitting all she could’ve seen (if she looked over, which she showed no sign of doing) was the back of the laptop. As the list of sites Aly had visited and the list of searches she had made appeared on the screen, she thanked all the gods who ever existed for that one small mercy.

Uncle Fucks Slut Niece

Niece Shows How Good A Girl She Can Be For Horny Uncle

Uncle Fucker

Uncle Nails Dirty Niece

Niece Wants Uncles Cum In Her

One Uncle And One Horny Niece

Incest Story – How I Fucked My Slut Niece

Teasing Niece Gets What She Wants

Those and dozens more besides appeared on the screen. A long list of titles specifically saved to let her uncle know exactly what she orgasmed to. 

Aly saw them from the corner of her eye, keeping her head facing forwards. She heard Uncle Toby take a deep inhale of breath.

This was it. He was going to say something, and her shame was going to kill her. She thought of how disappointed her mum was going to be. Not just disappointed! She was going to be fully disgusted by her fucked-up daughter. 

Aly felt a trickle of sweat run down her back.

“Tobz?” her mum asked, Aly realising too late she was looking over at them. “That’s not a good face. I’m guessing you found something serious?”

“Yeah,” Uncle Toby replied. “You could say that.”

Aly turned to him with a pleading look. She mentally projected the words PLEASE DON’T as hard as she could into the side of his head.

Uncle Toby’s fingers moved on the mousepad, and Aly flicked her gaze down to see that he was muting the volume. 

“Can you fix it?” Aly’s mum asked.

Uncle Toby clicked on the first link; Uncle Fucks Slut Niece.

As the video flashed up on the screen Aly realised why he had muted the device first. There was no slow build up on that video (one of her favourites), instead it just jumped straight into a young blonde girl being fucked hard by an older, bearded man. His dick was huge, and her pussy was small, shaved and looked very tight. He was fucking her from behind, one hand on her throat, her panties pulled down just over her ass cheeks. Aly liked the video so much because the man switched between fucking her roughly like that, and then slowing down, stroking her cheek and telling her she was a good girl. Aly knew that after 9 minutes, he would pull his big dick out of her and empty his load all over her little snatch while she rubbed it into her clit, her fuck hole gaping wide. 

Thinking about that big dick made Aly glance at her uncle’s crotch. Something twitched against the fabric of his trousers.  Aly fought the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze it. 

The girl on the internet had been right; all men were perverts, including Aly’s uncle. he’d just needed a little bit more encouragement than most to reveal it.

“Toby?” her mum said again. “Can you fix it?”

“Yeah,” Uncle Toby said without taking his eyes off the screen. “I’m sure I can. But, I will need to take it away with me. Not for long. Just overnight. I need to have a good, long look at her.”

“Her?”

Uncle Toby looked up as he realised his mistake. “Yeah, ‘her’. I’m an IT guy, remember. Just like a car guy calls every car a ‘her’, I do the same with PCs and laptops.”

He pressed the side of his leg into Aly, and she responded by doing the same. The cute little panties she was wearing were, she was sure, now sticky with her pussy juice. A sudden thought flashed through her mind – the bottoms she was wearing were pale grey. If she got any wetter she might soak through her underwear and onto them, maybe even make a damp patch that would be visible. She didn’t mind her Uncle Toby seeing that, but there was no way her mum could be allowed to.

“Are you sure that’s okay, Uncle Toby?” Aly asked, looking to finish the conversation so that she could leave ASAP and head to her room.

“I’m absolutely sure it is, Aly,” he replied. “I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

“Thanks Tobz,” her mum said. “I’ll be out in the morning, but should be back by about one o’clock. But Aly will be home all day if the morning is better for you.”

“I’m out in the afternoon, so it’ll need to be earlier.” He looked at Aly properly for the first time since he opened the laptop. “Is… that okay with you, Aly?”

“Yeah. That’s okay with me, Uncle Toby.”

“Good girl,” he whispered so quietly that there was no way her mum would’ve heard it.

The words sent another bolt of lust through her, and she subconsciously titled her hips, trying to press her pussy against the sofa, before remembering about the danger of having obviously wet bottoms.

Aly stood up and walked slowly towards the door, almost certain that the wetness she felt would become audible if she walked any quicker.

“Erm, aren’t you forgetting something, young lady?” her mum asked just as she reached the door. “Say thank you to your Uncle Toby. I honestly don’t know where your manners have disappeared to lately, Aly.”

“That’s okay,” Uncle Toby said. “I haven’t done anything yet. You can thank me tomorrow, Aly.”

“I definitely will,” Aly said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Her hand was in her panties even before she heard the soft click of the latch, her fingers pushing between her lips and slipping inside her pussy even as she climbed the stairs. She almost came before she got to her room, but just managed to collapse on her bed as her knees buckled under her and the orgasm ripped and tore through her body. It was like a tidal wave of sensation, running up from her toes, clenching every inch of her body as it travelled the length of her. She felt her pussy tighten around her fingers and a flood of wetness flow from her. 

As Aly lay there with aftershocks pulsing through her, working her way to yet another orgasm, she couldn’t believe how she had acted. She hadn’t freaked out too much, hadn’t run away, and her uncle had responded in the best possible way. The two of them sitting on the sofa, watching a dirty video while her mum was just a few feet away!

And now he knew. He knew what his innocent, awkward niece thought about and watched when she wanted to cum.

And best of all – tomorrow he would be coming to see her when it would be just the two of them in the house.

Aly reached over to her bedside cabinet and took the hairbrush that was lying on top of it. She pulled her trousers and panties down to her knees, lay on her back, licked and sucked the handle of the hairbrush to get it wet, then started to fuck herself hard with it.

Maybe tomorrow she wouldn’t have to settle for cold plastic anymore. Maybe her uncle would show her all the things she’d been imagining for so long.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day…

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