Niece Turns Nurse & Takes Uncle’s Cock

Becky’s sneakers skidded on the hardwood as she burst through the front door, the summer heat still clinging to her skin from the walk across campus. Her community college classes had run long, and the group project on sports medicine had left her brain fried, but the sight of the ambulance pulling away from the curb sent every coherent thought scattering. She was nineteen, lean from years of varsity soccer, and still in the kind of shape that made her teammates groan when she lapped them on the track. Right now that fitness only helped her take the stairs three at a time.

“Uncle Chuck?” Her voice cracked on the name.

She found him in the guest room, propped against a mountain of pillows, looking like he’d lost a fight with a chemical plant. Bandages wrapped both hands, gauze padded his forearms, and a wide strip of sterile padding covered most of his left thigh. The orange antiseptic stained his skin in patches that made him look half-mummified. His dark hair was damp with sweat, and the sheet that should have covered him had slipped to the floor.

Becky’s mother, Vikki, stood at the foot of the bed with her purse already over her shoulder. “Your uncle decided to play hero at the plant today. Chemical splash. Nothing permanent, but the company doctor says no gripping, no walking without help, and definitely no ignoring the pain meds. I have to finish the shift or I lose the overtime. You’re home until five. He needs water, help to the bathroom, and someone to make sure he doesn’t try to be a tough guy.”

Chuck’s voice was rough. “I’m fine, Vikki. She’s got studying—”

“She’s got an uncle who can’t wipe his own ass right now.” Vikki kissed Becky’s cheek hard. “Keep him in that bed. Doctor’s coming around four with more supplies. Call me if anything looks worse.”

The front door closed. Silence settled like dust.

Becky set her backpack down and finally let her eyes travel the length of her uncle’s body. The sheet was gone. He was completely naked. His cock lay soft against one thigh, thicker than she’d expected, the head half-hidden by a loose foreskin. Dark hair curled at the base. His balls hung heavy and slightly flushed. She had seen diagrams in health class and once caught a glimpse of a boyfriend’s dick in a dark car, but nothing prepared her for the real thing belonging to the man who’d taught her to throw a spiral and change a tire.

Chuck watched her stare. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth. “You can breathe, kiddo. It’s just a cock.”

Heat flooded her face, but she didn’t look away. “I’ve never… not like this. Not real.”

“Then get a good look while you can. I need to piss before my bladder explodes, and these bandages mean you’re going to have to help.”

Becky’s pulse hammered in her throat. She stepped closer. The smell of antiseptic mixed with the warm, male scent of his skin. When she slid an arm under his shoulders to ease him upright, her breast brushed his bare chest. Her nipples tightened instantly. Chuck swung his legs over the side of the bed; his cock swung with them, soft and heavy, the head peeking out further now.

“Bathroom,” he muttered. “Slow.”

She supported most of his weight as they shuffled across the hall. Inside the small guest bath she lowered the toilet lid so he could sit if needed, but he shook his head.

“Standing. You’ll have to aim it for me.”

Becky’s mouth went dry. She wrapped her fingers around the soft shaft. It was warmer than she expected, the skin silky and slightly loose. She pointed it toward the bowl. The first stream of urine arced out. She felt the subtle pulse of it through her palm, the way his cock thickened just a fraction from the pressure. When he finished she gave it an automatic little shake the way she’d seen guys do in movies. A final drop beaded at the tip. Without thinking she smeared it with her thumb.

Chuck’s breath caught. “Jesus, Becky.”

She looked up. His eyes were darker. The soft cock in her hand was no longer soft. It lengthened against her fingers, filling, rising, the foreskin sliding back to bare a flushed, flared head already shiny with a clear bead of pre-cum.

“Sorry,” she whispered, but she didn’t let go.

“Don’t be. Just… help me back to bed before I fall over.”

She got him settled against the pillows again. The sheet stayed on the floor. His cock stood thick and rigid now, curving slightly toward his stomach, the vein along the underside standing out. Becky sat on the edge of the mattress, still holding him loosely, fascinated by the way the skin moved when she stroked once from base to tip.

“You’re staring like it’s going to bite,” Chuck said, voice low.

“It’s just… bigger than I thought. And hotter.” She gave another experimental stroke. The head darkened. More pre-cum welled up and slid over her thumb. “Does it always leak like that?”

“When a pretty girl has her hand on it, yeah.”

The words sank straight between her legs. She felt her panties grow damp. She was still in the shorts and tank top she’d worn to class; the thin cotton of the tank clung to her small, high breasts, nipples clearly outlined. Chuck’s gaze dropped there and stayed.

“Doctor’s not due for a while,” he said. “And these hands are useless. If you’re willing… I could use some help getting rid of this before it starts aching worse than the burns.”

Becky’s heart slammed against her ribs. She nodded, too turned on to form words. She wrapped her fist more firmly around him and began to stroke in earnest. The skin was so soft over the hard core. She watched the way the head flared every time she reached the top, the way his balls tightened when she twisted her wrist just right. Chuck’s hips gave small, involuntary thrusts. A low groan rolled out of him.

“Harder. Fuck, just like that.”

She obeyed, pumping faster. The wet sound of her fist on his cock filled the quiet room. Pre-cum slicked her fingers until the slide was effortless. She could smell him now—musky, clean, pure sex. Her free hand drifted between her own thighs and pressed against the soaked crotch of her shorts.

“Take those off,” Chuck rasped. “I want to see you while you do this.”

Becky stood, shucked her shorts and panties in one motion, and kicked them aside. Her pussy was already glistening, the outer lips puffy, the little clit peeking out. She climbed back onto the bed, kneeling beside his hip so he could watch her stroke him while she rubbed herself with two fingers.

“Christ, look at that pretty cunt. Spread it open for me.”

She used her fingers to part her lips, showing him the slick pink inside. Chuck’s cock jerked hard in her fist. She leaned down without being asked and licked the bead of pre-cum off the tip. The taste was faintly salty, clean. She opened wider and took the head into her mouth.

Chuck’s head dropped back. “Oh fuck—Becky—”

She sucked gently, learning the shape of him with her tongue, the ridge under the head, the way he throbbed when she hollowed her cheeks. Her hand kept working the shaft she couldn’t fit. Spit ran down to his balls. She bobbed deeper, gagging softly when the head nudged the back of her throat, then pulled off with a wet pop.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said, voice rough. “I want to taste it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

She went back down, sucking harder, pumping faster. Chuck’s hips lifted. A warning growl tore from his chest a second before the first thick spurt hit her tongue. She kept sucking, swallowing what she could, letting the rest overflow and drip down her chin onto her tits. He came hard, pulsing again and again, flooding her mouth until she had to pull off and stroke the last few jets onto her tongue and lips.

When it was over she sat back on her heels, breathing hard, face shiny with his cum. Chuck stared at her like he’d never seen her before.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered. “Come here.”

She crawled up and kissed him. He tasted himself on her tongue and groaned into her mouth. His bandaged hands rested uselessly at his sides, so she guided one of them between her legs. Even through the gauze she could feel the heat of his palm. She rubbed her clit against the rough texture until her thighs shook.

“Get on my face,” he ordered. “Sit on my mouth. I want to eat that dripping little cunt.”

Becky didn’t hesitate. She straddled his head, facing his feet so she could watch his still-hard cock while she lowered her pussy onto his waiting tongue. The first long lick made her cry out. Chuck ate her like a man starving—broad strokes through her folds, pointed tongue fucking into her hole, lips sealing around her clit and sucking. She ground down, smearing her juices over his chin and nose. One of her hands braced on his stomach; the other wrapped around his cock again and stroked in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

She came fast and hard, thighs clamping around his head, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth. Chuck kept licking through it, cleaning every drop, until she was twitching and oversensitive. Only then did she lift off and collapse beside him, chest heaving.

His cock was rigid again, shiny with fresh pre-cum. Becky eyed it, then looked at the clock. Still over an hour until the doctor.

“I want it inside me,” she said.

Chuck’s eyes flashed. “You’re sure? Once we do this—”

“I’m on the pill. And I want my uncle’s cock stretching my pussy.”

She swung a leg over his hips and reached down to notch the thick head against her entrance. The stretch burned as she sank down, inch by inch, until her ass rested on his thighs and he was buried to the root. She stayed still for a moment, breathing through the fullness, feeling every ridge and throb inside her.

Then she started to ride.

Slow at first, rolling her hips so the head dragged against her front wall. Then faster, bouncing, her small tits jiggling, the wet slap of her cunt on his cock echoing in the room. Chuck watched her with dark, hungry eyes, hips lifting to meet every downward stroke. The angle let him go impossibly deep. She could feel the head kissing her cervix on every thrust.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on that cock. Take every inch.”

Becky leaned forward, hands on his chest, and rode him harder. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every grind. Another orgasm built fast, coiling tight in her belly. When it broke she cried out his name, cunt clamping down in rhythmic pulses that dragged a second load out of him. She felt the hot flood deep inside, the way his cock jerked and spilled, filling her until it leaked out around the seal of her lips and ran down his balls.

She stayed impaled, panting, until his cock softened enough to slip free. A thick trickle of cum followed it out and dripped onto the sheet. Becky scooped some up with two fingers and licked it clean, eyes locked on his.

Chuck’s voice was wrecked. “Doctor’s going to smell sex the second he walks in.”

“Then we shower,” she said, already climbing off the bed. “Together.”

Getting him into the guest shower took careful maneuvering. Once the warm water hit them both, Becky soaped her hands and washed every inch of him she could reach—shoulders, chest, the soft cock that twitched back to life under her slippery fingers, the heavy balls, the cleft of his ass. She dropped to her knees on the tile and sucked him clean, tasting the mix of their combined fluids. Chuck braced his bandaged hands against the wall and fucked her mouth with short, careful thrusts until he came a third time, quieter but just as thick, painting her tongue and the back of her throat.

She stood, turned, and braced her hands on the opposite wall. “Fuck me again. From behind.”

He managed it with her help, sliding into her still-creamy cunt in one long push. The water cascaded over them as he rolled his hips, slow and deep. Becky pushed back to meet every stroke, moaning loud enough that the neighbors might have heard if the windows hadn’t been closed. He reached around with a bandaged hand and rubbed clumsily at her clit until she came again, clenching so hard he followed her over the edge, flooding her a second time.

They dried off carefully. Becky changed the sheets while Chuck watched, naked and sated. By the time the company doctor arrived she was dressed again in clean shorts and a fresh tank, hair damp, the only evidence of the afternoon a faint flush on her cheeks and the lingering ache between her legs.

The doctor checked the bandages, left more supplies and a stricter list of care instructions, and left without noticing anything amiss. The second the front door closed, Becky locked it, stripped, and crawled back into bed with her uncle.