I’ve written a number of stories that make me uncomfortable. The Elevator in The Ortolan Hunters is a big one. It’s about a couple convincing a stranger to assault one of them under false pretenses and it plays with some dubious morality. There’s another scene with a teenaged girl and her doctor, and a third were a boy watches his sister get assaulted and doesn’t stop it.
Maybe that whole book is a bit uncomfortable, but that’s why I called it literature and not erotica. You gotta get past the censors however you can. They’re intense stories, in the grand tradition of “literary erotica” but they make me uncomfortable all the same.
But what’s the point of publishing this newsletter on a platform known for being too lenient in their content policy if not to dive in again? Although, honestly, this is the sort of story that would most likely get past a human censor but not an algorithm on something like Amazon.
Nevertheless, it has some intense parts, especially around what it feels like to dive into a scene that goes against your own morality.
So, with all that said, I hope you enjoy.
You big pervs.
An Evil Uncle
"Are you ready?" I asked, picturing the entire scene in my mind before we began.
"We'll start once you leave the room?"
I nodded and smiled as intrusively as I could. It was an immersive game, and once it started, it was unlikely we'd return to ourselves for a couple of hours.
Was it escapism or catharsis? I shook my head as I stepped into the kitchen. Maybe it was just a game. And maybe overthinking is overrated.
I returned a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. This girl, who was now my niece, sat on the couch in a sundress and pigtails. I pinched her cheek as I put the wine on the table and then joined her. Everything had begun, and there was no reason to stop or go back.
"My parents never let me drink wine at home." Her voice was small and different in just the right way.
"Your mother has always been a little uptight, although she had more fun when she was younger. Definitely more than she's told you, I'm sure. She's not all rules and morality no matter what she says."
"I'm amazed they let me come visit you on my own. You have all the dirt on them. What were they thinking?"
"They were thinking how nice it will be to have a weekend alone while their daughter goes traipsing around the city with her deadbeat uncle. Now drink up; it's a nice bottle."
She blushed as she took a sip, and I felt myself shiver. I was feeding my niece wine. She was here for the weekend. My sister had no idea what I was going to do. It was all real, every second of it.
My heartbeat and my cock twitched.
It wasn't cruelty that built up inside me, but rather a combination of lust and indifference. Not to the girl, certainly not that, but to every part of me that defined right and wrong. This new man that I was switched them off entirely and replaced them with unfettered desire.
And it was exhilarating.
"It's delicious," she whispered, looking into her glass. When I leaned in and tilted it up once more, she stared at me, and I could see herself break through the facade ever so briefly in a flash of anticipation.
And then she was shy and coy once more as she held the glass in both hands, finishing it in two big gulps.
"There's a good girl," I said, taking it from her and pushing her hair behind one ear. "Wasn't it tasty? It might make you a little sleepy, but don't worry. Your uncle is here. I won't let anything happen to you."
She yawned on cue and sunk lower into the couch, her dress riding up until I could see her bare thighs and a flash of white beneath the hem. As I gently touched her shoulder and cheek, she blinked a few times, yawned again, and then ever so slowly slid down onto my lap until her head was resting on my knees.
In many ways, her part was more difficult than mine. She had to remain still, lifeless even, as I lifted her in my arms. But after hours of practice, she remained limp and silent but for the soft sound of her breath.
My heart raced as I carried her limp form into the bedroom, shut the door with my foot, and gently lay her down on the bed. I took my time adjusting her, placing her dress nearly too high above her knees and teasing one strap off a shoulder. I shifted a leg to the side, her thighs parting, and I brushed her hair around her face so I could see her beauty framed perfectly in the afternoon sun.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," I whispered, touching her face. "And now that you're here, I almost wish I had waited longer. But none of that matters now. The only important thing is that you're here, you're very much unconscious, and I'm going to play with my new doll until I grow bored of her."
Somehow she managed not to make a sound, even though I knew the words were causing her body to respond in ways that betrayed her silence.
I slid my hand down her cheek, across her neck, and over the slopes of her breasts as I pushed the fabric lower. With my right hand, I touched her knee before moving higher, slipping under the light cotton until I felt the soft skin on the inside of her thigh that always commands me to bite.
Ever so carefully, I lifted the dress higher until her white cotton was exposed, covering her ever so slightly. I took a deep breath and stared at her, savoring a sight I had seen a hundred times but suddenly looked new again.
"You're going to feel so good, aren't you? Sadly, there's not much I can do with those pretty lips of yours, but the rest of you is mine to play with, isn't that right, little one?"
I parted her thighs wider as I moved up next to her, sliding my hand higher until the side of it pressed against her ever so slightly. With both hands, I pulled her dress down, exposing both breasts.
And then I pulled out my camera. I snapped six photos, the sound of the shutter the only noise in the room. If she twitched or moved, I didn't see it, even though I could only imagine how vulnerable she felt as she pictured me above her, capturing her arranged so perfectly for all of eternity.
Once I put the camera down, I moved faster, sliding the cotton off her hips and down her legs. Her smooth lips glistened with her excitement, and I smiled as I leaned in closer, my fingers climbing higher without ever touching her where I most wanted to.
I looked down at her one more time, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her smooth cunt in plain view, and her breasts rising and falling faster than they would have, reminding me for at least a second of who I was.
Leaning over her, I pulled my hardening cock from my pants and gently stroked myself above her. I leaned in close to her lips and mouth, touching her face with my other hand as I rubbed against her.
"Maybe I'll come on your pretty face anyway," I whispered. "You know, I used to do that to your mother? When we were growing up, I'd sneak into her room and tell her she had to be quiet, or I'd tell her. She might act innocent now, but she licked her lips clean as she touched herself beneath the blankets. Every fucking time."
My words caused a twitch in her body, and I smiled, wondering if I could say the exact thing to make her break from the game. Wondering if I did the right thing, if she'd give up and burst out begging.
But to her credit, even as I rubbed my cock against her lips, even as I reached between her legs to find her soaking wet, she lay still and silent. When I pushed two fingers inside her, her lips parted, and no noise came.
And when I kissed her neck and her breasts, when I bit each nipple, and when I let my mouth linger on her stomach, she made not a sound. When my lips replaced fingers on her wet cunt, her legs parted on their own accord, but it was nowhere near close enough to breaking.
Tasting her was a new experience.
It was as if I were doing it for the first time, and I savored every inch of her as she shivered beneath me. She was young and unconscious. My sister's daughter. A girl I had drugged and was going to fuck.
I shoved my moral mind back into the corner, reminding it that this was a game, and I could deal with its issue another day; as I knelt between her legs, my mind back to where it belonged.
It felt like a long time that I knelt there, jerking off slowly over her body as I touched her and told her everything I could imagine.
"I'm going to fuck you so slowly and so deeply that you'll feel me when you wake up and not know why. My god, I've wanted this for so long, my sweet girl. And you're going to feel so good around my cock. You're going to be such a nice little doll for me to fuck, and you'll never know what your darling uncle did to you."
I think a slight whimper escaped her lips as my words lingered in the air, and the head of my cocked pressed into her folds just enough to tease her. I rubbed against her clit before sliding up and down between her lips, wetting my cock on her excitement as I felt the anticipation come close to bursting.
Nevertheless, I held back as long as I could. Literally, I waited and waited until my body gave me no choice.
And then, without a word, I moved over her, pushed my bare cock inside her, and began to fuck her in long slow strokes as I stared at her pretty face and closed eyes. I kissed her lids, caressed her cheeks, dared touch her lips with mine, and then I began to fuck her with one singular goal.
"You feel so good," I moaned. "So tight and so soft. And so much better than your mother ever did. I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can until I'm ready to cum. Ready to cum in your tight sleeping cunt."
This time, she did sigh and moan ever so slightly, but she passed it off as noises one might make while asleep, and so I fucked her harder. I raised her legs so I could go deeper; I pinned her arms above her head; I buried myself in the fantasy so far that it became real.
As I fucked her, again and again, the guilt and the shame hit me in delicious waves. The sacrifice and the risk swelled within me, and the sweet cry of betrayal sang sweetly in my ears.
I kissed her forcefully, opening her mouth so I could push my tongue inside her, and then I held her, coming within her as I whispered my confession.
"I'm so sorry, little one. There was no way I could help myself. You're too pretty not to fuck. You're too sweet and innocent not to use. And your parents are so goddamn sanctimonious; I had no other choice but to fuck their daughter."
She cried out just once, but I didn't stop. I fucked her limp body, flooding her as I did, and I never stopped talking.
"I'm going to do it again tomorrow. Maybe in the morning before we go out, and then again at night. I'll give you something for the headache, but I am going to use you and fuck you and come in you so many times this weekend that you'll awake from a dream you won't ever understand."
My final words were broken and unstable. As my body flushed with hormonal chemicals, that vicious uncaring part of me fell once more to the side, and all I could do was hold her and try not to break away.
"You're so perfect," I sighed, kissing her cheek. "So lovely, so pretty, and so sweet. And I love you with all my heart."
She lay still for a while longer, the game lingering as both our minds fluttered between the two realities. When I kissed her eyes and her nose, she smiled, and when I covered our sweaty bodies with a light blanket, she wrapped an arm around me.
"You are an evil uncle," she whispered, giggling into my arm.
"Are you okay?" I asked, both to myself and to her.
"I will be. Fuck, that was so hot. And wrong. And intense."
"But good?"
"But very good. God, I love you so much. Promise never to leave."
I promise," I said, kissing her again as we lay back in silence, our eyes gazing towards the ceiling and then heaven above. She squeezed my hand, and I squeezed hers back.
And then it was her and me in our bed by the windows with the sound of the city outside and the noise from the neighbors above once more bringing us back to the present.
And it was perfect