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"Dad!" Peter leaps off you in a panic when he realizes who the figure is. Uncle Dick doesn't move, but his face begins to contort into a scowl. You try to think what to say that would calm the escalating tension, but no words come to mind. Peter is unable to say anything as well as he jumps down behind his bed, trying to hide his nakedness. Uncle Dick opens his mouth, and then closes it again, apparently having the same trouble you are with trying to form words. After a long silence, Uncle Dick finally speaks. "Angela, come with me." He holds out his hand, not allowing for any argument.
Not willing to anger him further, you quickly hop up out of Peter's bed, and make your way to Uncle's side. He grabs your hand, and then turns to leave, pulling you along with him. "Wait, Dad! It's not her fault! I was the one who..." Peter finally regained enough courage to try to defend you, but Uncle Dick instantly cut him off with a withering glare. You see Peter hang his head down, and then Uncle Dick closes the door behind you.
Uncle Dick pulls you along by your hand as he heads to the staircase. While you are moving, you feel something slimy dripping down on your legs. You glance downward and see a trail of white liquid oozing out of your pussy and dripping on the floor below. You hurriedly place your free hand between your legs, hoping to stop the slimy substance from creating even more of a mess. Uncle Dick doesn't even look back as he leads you down to staircase to the first floor.
With one of your hands still in his, and your other hand firmly cupping your privates, you carefully follow him down the stairs, trying hard not to lose your balance. You hope no one else comes out of their rooms and sees you. After all, you are still completely naked, with evidence of what you just did with Peter still plastered on the insides of your legs. Once the two of you reach the bottom, Uncle Dick turns towards the main bathroom. Ah, good idea! You should definitely clean up, so you don't make any more of a mess on the floor. Hopefully, Willy and Ana won't question why you are taking a bath already, since it's still mid-morning.
Once you reach the bathroom door, Uncle pauses before going inside. He turns and looks at you once again. You see him swallow hard, and then he changes direction, pulling you down the hall. Huh? Where are we going? Your question is quickly answered when Uncle Dick reaches his bedroom and pulls you inside. You are a little worried now. You've never been allowed in here before, understanding that Uncle's room was off-limits. You finally find your voice, so you softly call "Uncle?"
Uncle gives you no response, instead turning around and scooping you up. He carries you over to his bed before putting you down. Your eyes grow wide as you see him strip off his shirt and then his pants. You call louder this time, "Uncle Dick?" He has taken off his underwear now, revealing his fully erect penis. It was huge! Much bigger than Peter's. As he climbs up on the bed towards you, you realize what is about to happen.
Wordlessly he pulls your legs apart, and positions his penis at your entrance. He finally looks at your trembling face, and speaks for the first time since you left Peter's room. "Since you were able to take his in, mine should fit as well without too much trouble." And with that, he pushes his penis inside you, spreading your pussy lips even wider than they were before. You can feel your passageway stretch as it takes in an object much too big for it. It doesn't hurt, but you are still scared as you watch the huge piece of meat disappear further and further inside.
Finally his shaft reaches the end of your tunnel, giving you the same familiar sensation you had with Peter just a little while ago. You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes as you try calling Uncle one more time. "Uncle Dick, what are you..." Your voice trails off as he leans forward, placing his weight on your tummy. "Sorry Angela. Just for a little bit, okay?" You blink back your tears as you nod back to him, and then Uncle starts moving.
He is much more rougher with you than Peter was, grunting with every thrust. All you can do is grab a fistful of the sheet below you, and hang on for dear life. You close your eyes, trying to endure his onslaught as he plows you. You feel him place his hands on your chest, rubbing your tiny little nipples in his fingers. It felt pleasant, but you are still too scared to enjoy it. Gradually, Uncle speeds up his movements, his hips making a loud slap against your legs with every thrust. Soon, Uncle reaches his climax, spewing more of the slimy liquid deep inside your cavity.
You open your eyes again, while you wait for Uncle to finish his convulsions. Finally, he collapses onto you, pinning your body underneath him. It's hard to breath with his weight on you, but at least it's over now. You wait for him to catch his breath before you speak again. "Are you alright, Uncle Dick?" Uncle looks into your tear-filled eyes and finally apologizes for what he has just done. "I'm sorry, Angela. It's been so long since my wife died... when I saw your body, I just..."
You smile at him. Good, it seems he's back to normal. You let go of the sheets, and awkwardly pat his head. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Uncle Dick." Now it is Uncle's turn to cry, as you see tears beginning to form in his eyes. He wraps his arms around you, tightly embracing your tiny body. You stay like this for awhile, his penis still deep inside you as you continue to pat his head.
You wonder how long it will be before Uncle Dick climbs off you. In response to your silent question, you feel his hips raise up, drawing his penis out of your hole. But before it completely exits you, he stops. After a pause, he slams it back down into you. Surprised, you stutter out, "Uncle?" Once again, Uncle Dick doesn't answer you, but the expression on his face says it all. Still locked in his embrace, you are helpless as he once again begins pistoning his penis in and out of you.
Just as before, Uncle used your body to pleasure himself. This time, at least, it felt a little better, allowing you to at least begin to enjoy the now familiar sensation. This continued on until he once again flooded your stomach with his seed. After pausing for a moment, he gives you a look of apology, and then starts all over again, now on round three.
Your body was beginning to tire. You were already exhausted from the time when you did it with Peter, and now you are in the middle of your third time today with Uncle Dick. You try to relax your body as he pounds you, allowing his penis to travel even further inside. It nearly disappears completely with each thrust, before drawing back and repeating the process. You feel a familiar sensation growing inside you as the pleasure of his love-making finally catches up to you. Even while you begin your own convulsions, Uncle Dick doesn't slow down in the least, continuing to thrust furiously in and out of your pussy.
As he once again finishes inside you, you hear a knock coming from the bedroom door. "Dad, are you in there?" You recognize that voice, it's Peter. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier." He continues apologetically, "Do you know where Angie is? I can't find her anywhere."
You are tempted to call out to Peter. After all, your body can't take much more of this. But before you do, Uncle Dick surprises you by saying, "Come in." The door opens to reveal Peter, carrying your discarded clothing. His eyes grow big when he sees your position... the very same position you were in when his dad had walked in on you upstairs. Uncle Dick calmly dismounts you, finally pulling his penis free from your body. He then grabs a towel from the nearby dresser, and heads for the door. You hear him say to Peter, "Clean her up." Peter looks stunned, but slowly nods his head.
Just before Uncle Dick exits the room, he turns back to you. "Make sure you don't tell anyone about today. If anybody finds out, you won't be able to live here anymore." With that, he turns on his heels and heads down the hall for the shower.
Peter regains his senses, and quickly hurries to your side. "Angie, are you alright?" You weakly nod to him, and try to pull yourself up. However, your strength is completely spent. You can't even lift your head anymore, quickly collapsing back to your original position on the bed. Peter repeatedly apologizes to you as he helps you up. He moves you to the side of the bed, and tries to help you stand. No good! After being spread so wide for so long a time, your legs don't have the strength to support you.
Crouching down, Peter wraps your arms around his neck, and pulls your legs around his waist in a piggyback. Once secure, he stands up, bearing your weight on his back. Unfortunately, the position holds your legs open, so there is nothing to prevent a trail of white slime from dripping out of your pussy. It doesn't seem to bother Peter, even though you can feel it dripping onto his back. Instead he carries you out the door and up to the upstairs bathroom. He quickly fills the tub with warm water, and stays with you the whole time, even washing your body for you. His hands feel good against your naked skin, and you soon find yourself drifting off to sleep.
Before you completely succumb to dreamland, Peter helps you out of the bath and then carries you to your bedroom. He awkwardly helps you pull on your pajamas, and then gently tucks you in. He lays down with you as you fall asleep, pulling you into a warm hug as your consciousness fades away.