Sins Of The Uncle
A hand rested nervously on the door handle. she opened the creaking passage to find her loving husband, Stu. "Stu? Honey? What are you doing?" she said, perplexed by her other half's actions.
"Making chocolate pudding," he grumbled, not averting his gaze from the whisk and pot at his forefront.
"It's four o' clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?" she inquired, bewildered by her husband's antics. He keeps stirring the pot, in a swirling motion, keeping his eyes on the mixture. Didi twiddled her thumbs uncomfortably, waiting for a response.
"Because I've lost control of my life," he said, half awake. His face and eyes told an epic of misery and misfortune, a lifetime of pain, all boiled down from one wretched day with his niece, that bitch."Go back to bed dear, I'll be up soon," he reassures his wife. She scuttles back down the hall, robe dragging behind her feet. The black and white tiles of the kitchen gleamed in the unnatural lighting as Stu continued to slave away at the stove top.
Looking around to make sure his wife isn't there anymore, Stu walks to the garage, and picks a bottle up off the floor next to the lawnmower. Labeled lighter fluid. his dull face lights up for a brief moment, a sly grin can barely be seen in the moonlight coming in from the garage windows. he hastily returns to his pudding, unscrewing the bottle, and dropping in a moderate amount. "don't wanna kill the dumb bitch, just enough "Lighter Fluid" to put er' down for some hours," he whispered to himself.
Stu finished making the pudding, grabbed a bowl , and poured his mixture in. "showtime," he says excitedly, rubbing his hands together, he grabs the bowl and a spoon, and slowly walks his way upstairs. Creaking under his feet, the shifting weight of his body upon the hardwood vertical steps makes uncanny music to his ears.
Reaching the room of Angelica, Stu rasps at the door, walks in and hands her the bowl. "Here's your pudding Angelica."
"That's okay uncle Stu, I'm not hungry anymore," she says nonchalantly, as she continues to watch war movies on TV.
"I need you to at least eat half, or no more TV!" Stu barked.
"Ok ok fine," she says grabbing the spoon and shoveling half of the chocolate pudding into her gullet. She hastily eats the rest. "This is delicious uncle Stu, thank you," said Angelica.
Within a minute or two Angelica's body fell unconscious, Stu stood up proudly, stuck out his chest and approached , his pants grew in volumes. He slid her pajamas and underwear off, smelled her outer walls, and with a grin he licked her rose until he felt it was well lubricated. Rapidly pulling his pants down and wielding his meat pole, he eased into her pleasure cavern. A wave came over him as he let out a groan. "God damn that's tight," he whispers in her ear, pretending she can hear him. the movie in the background drowns out the sound of the bed whimpering as he thrusts away.
Blood poured from the orifice as he grabbed her hips and switched positions, he bounced her up and down his shaft, from the base to the tip. her pale bare chest was beautiful in the TV's changing lighting, Stu thought, as he suckled her mosquito bites, biting softly."Thank you Angelica, this is delicious," he moaned as he picks up the pace of his thrusting and pushing as he started to pant. Blood still pouring from Angelica's clam, Stu exhaled his lungs in a monstrous moan. "Here comes more pudding you whore," he whispers, nutting inside his niece's infertile womb.
Stu cleaned her and tucked her into new sheets, kissed her goodnight, put the dirty sheets into the washer, and went to bed feeling divine.