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“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out”. Those were the last words spoken to my wife of 15 years. I came in from the shop one afternoon and she was standing in the middle of the living room with a suitcase. She said she fell in love with a co-worker and was leaving. In some way I understand how if fell south. I own my own business, and even though it is right behind our house on our large property, I spent way too much time making our dream come true. To retire without any worries when reaching that age. Now? I am 42 year old divorced man having only the business to be responsible for. She worked at a company that required extensive travel. So put those two together, and the result is plain as can be. Thankfully no c***dren were involved, because she was unable to conceive. We talked about adoption but somehow it isn’t quite the same.
A little about me and my family. I am Jack, and my sister Alyssa and I were raised by 2 wonderful parents. She was always the sports active one and I was kind of the nerd a about playing sports. My interest was solely on taking things apart and rebuilding them. I loved my bike cause in my imagination, it took me all around the world. The guy friends at school thought I was strange because I didn’t date either. However, when we all hit puberty and they were bragging about finding out what the scent of a girl was, I laughed. I knew long before them. I worked on the girls bicycles and discovered the seats they sat on. Call it perverted, but it worked for me. And those were the days before girls wore panty liners or sprayed perfume in that area. My sister was not quite 2 years older than me, brunette and very pretty. I would say 5’8 and 130 lbs. She really didn’t have much in the breast department. She played on the girls’ softball team and she never dated in school. She stayed focused on an athletic scholarship opportunity. She also got married 3 years after me and worked for a marketing firm that required traveling. Her husband took that opportunity to fuck everything in town and it ended up leaving her with the only grandc***d our parents ever knew. What a POS. Why does travelling cause so many marriages to crumble? The only reason I think she married the bum was due to being pregnant with Kalyssa (Lisa for short). Had to separate those names so we all knew who was being addressed. Her marriage lasted till last summer and only got to around 12 years, and not quite sure on that. But it is a rough guess.
Our parents have both passed so it leaves just us two adults to fend for each other. family does that. When we were young and just discovering puberty, we could her our parents in the bedroom. Bed springs squeaking and moaning sounds. Mom was loud when she talked. We would hear her tell Dad to give her his cock. And pound her hard. They truly loved sex and were at it day and night. I even would ask Ali about girls and climaxes. I always asked her if a girl had two different voice pitches when they climaxed. She would tell me “how would I know, I haven’t been with a boy from school yet”. It just seemed funny that depending on the time of day or night, Mom had different noises. Oh well, I figured I would find out when I got married.


Ali, with travelling so often, would let Lisa stay with me for several days at a time. Generally she returned on Saturdays due to late Friday meetings. With her now having a bike, she could just ride down to me instead of Ali having to do it. I put a basket on with a lid to store a few days of clothes. Lisa stood at about 5’3 and brown hair. (Got the brown color from her POS father). Anyway, she weighed roughly 140 which was a little heavy but not obese. The chest department was difficult to surmise in clothing. Not that is makes much difference, after all her mother was small. (Bet that POS father was small in an area also. Sorry, for the little extra comments. But I could not stand that idiot).
It was just last week in the month of my when the life changing events started to take place. Not that I ever wanted a change. I was content with my life. Only 2 years had passed since the bitch left me. I had my shop and my independence so what more could I ask for to this point. Ali was going on a trip and as I was standing in my building, I heard the unmistakable voice of Lisa calling out my name and coming in the drive on her first ride of the new bike.
Lisa. Uncle Jack, I am here.
Me. Hey Lisa, did Mom get on her trip ok?
Lisa. Yep and I got to finally ride my new bike down here.
Me. I see. So what do you think of it.
Lisa Well, It is nice, but it is hurting when I ride it.
Me. What part is bothering you?
Lisa looked down and then back up to me. I still didn’t quite understand but her look was a little blushed
Lisa: It is down there where I sit.
Me. Oh, then all we have to do is make an adjustment. I thought it was more serious than that. It will only take a minute. Sounds like it is a height adjustment or seat angle.
Lisa always wore shorts and loose fitting shirts so I was surprised to see her in a school uniform skirt. This was going to create a situation I wasn’t eager to do. I told her that since she was wearing a skirt, I would have to lift it to see how the seat was angled. Or she could go put on shorts and come back. She gave me a puzzled look and then said it would be ok to see. As I lifted the hem from the back. I first noticed the white cotton panties with small yellow happy faces on them. I must admit they were cute. I was fortunate I was able to adjust from the back and not the front. The seat angle needed lowered. I got a wrench and went behind to the adjusting nut. After getting it loose, I titled the seat. The whole time the panties were inches from my face. I never gave it much thought at the time. But, later in the night while in bed, those damn panties entered my thoughts. I didn’t see anything other than panty covered butt on a seat. The problem was that I was thinking of what it covered. This is my niece, so how could I be that horrible. Maybe 2 years was a long time. My mind was thinking about what they covered, the scent being left in them, and what it looked like inside them. My guilt rushing over me while at the same time, I was getting a raging hard cock. It was a battle of the mind and body and I know I had to get the relief by hand, and I did.
The next day went much better. Lisa spent time with me in the shop watching me fix a racing bike that I was preparing for the upcoming long distance race. That evening I prepared a nice meal and retired in the living room. We decided a movie was in order so I let her pick one of her favorite Disney flicks, Aladdin. While she set it up, I fixed popcorn and gabbed some coke. About 4 minutes into the movie, she came to my recliner to sit on my lap. She had already changed into her light blue nightgown that went just below the knees. I felt safe anyway to allow her to join. As we watched the movie she kept reaching forward for the popcorn which in turn made her bottom push against me. Those damn panties from the day before jumped into my mind. I lost the attention of the movie and began getting aroused. Her constant movement was putting friction on me. On one move forward I had quick seconds to adjust my cock toward my thigh. We she sat back, her butt landed on it. I thought I had it out of the way. She asked what she sat on, and I quickly told her it was a tool I used in the shop. It is called hole opening wrench. I know, a crazy thing to say, right? But I had to come up with something quick.
Just as she was about to ask a question, my cell phone rang. It was Ali. I told Lisa to go to her room and talk to her. After about an hour she came back and handed me the phone. “Mom wants to talk to you. I am going back to my room”. When I answered the phone, Ali was laughing.
Ali: Really Jack? A hole opening wrench? Really?
Me. Hey s*s, I had to come up with something. I was embarrassed enough at it was. It is my niece for God sake.
Ali. Well, I understand. I guess I have to hand it to your though. It was a better line than our Dad used on me. He said it was an oversized ink pen for marking boards to cut.
Me. What???? Dad????. He got hard around you?.
Ali. Yes. It was when I sat on his lap to watch movies. You were a couple years younger. You always were wrapped up in T.V or in your room early. In fact, his was the first penis I ever saw.
Me. He showed it to you?
Ali. Sure did, after I bugged him enough about seeing his ink pen. Do you remember when you kept asking about a girl having two different tones for climaxes?
Me. Yeah. You kept saying you had no way of knowing
Ali. Well, one of the tones was me.
Me. What the hell????? You and Dad???????
Ali. Yes. And Mom knew. There were nights she stayed in my room so I could be with Dad. You had no idea. Sometimes we did it after school when you were working on your bike in the shed.
But I need to tell you something. I have never regretted doing that. He taught me a lot. He was also so respectful and gentle. It made us so close to each other.
Me: Ali, I am trying to wrap my head all around this. How could Dad do that? I mean, it isn’t like he and mom were not like rabbits?.
Ali: Well, I need to take some of the blame. All girls are curious like boys at that age. We just don’t talk about it. Just because we get embarrassed, doesn’t mean we didn’t want to find out.
Me: Damn, Dad had to be embarrassed and scared out his butt at the same time.
Ali: Not so sure about that. I think he got some encouragement from Mom. Believe it or not, she was concerned about me experiencing things on my own. She had a bad experience growing up. It kind of stayed with her all her life. Made her over protective. Even to the point you were in her sights. The only thing that stopped it was her illness.
Me. You have to be k**ding me. She wanted to teach me? Did I ever miss a lot with my focus on bikes? I never suspected anything. But, since you are being so open, and we are so much older, I did snatch a couple pair of her panties from the laundry and even some of yours. . Don’t feel so ashamed now. Did for years.
Ali: (laughing) you didn’t think I knew what you did? Why do you think I left them on the top of other clothes? You know, Dad’s ink pen wasn’t as big as I thought. At the time it was, because it was the first one. He didn’t even reach 5 inches in length. Probably more like 4 ½. Guess later in life as I experienced more, it became my only disappointment in all that happened. Hey, I have an idea, with all this talk and you being celibate for so long, I know you will be playing with it tonight. So, shoot good ole s*s a picture of that, so called, Hole opening wrench. Lol. I want to see if you are like our dad. Lol.
Me: No fricking way. First, I am not sure what to think about all this. Don’t think it has that affect.
Ali: Yeah sure. I brought up Mom and you are the one that confessed about panties. You had to have had sex in your mind. You don’t fool me, Mister. Lol Well, give me the phone back to Lisa, and I will say goodnight.
I went to the back room and handed Lisa the phone and told her to bring it back when she was done. It went almost a half hour before she returned. It was a long goodbye for sure.
I went to bed with my mind swimming over the conversation. I really didn’t have my thoughts on sex until she mentioned those panties at the end of the conversation. I reached back in memory of searching and finding Mom’s and also Ali’s. Then out of the blue, when I saw the ones Lisa wore when I fixed the seat. Obviously I must have been without too long. My cock started getting aroused and within moments I was laying there with an extremely hard cock. Leaking from the tip and so sensitive to touch. I started a light stroking and just pushing the skin up over the rim of the head. For some unknown reason, Ali’s comment about a picture came to mind. My phone was just inches away from me. I reached for it and opened the camera.
I took a shot of the full 7 inch length. If she wanted to see and compare me to Dad, she now has the opportunity. The thought of showing her my cock increased my tempo and soon after I was spewing a load of cum. The first shots went above my head and hit the headboard. The rest of my cum flowed out and down the front side. I reached for the camera and took another. This should answer any questions she has about the effect of our talk.
I created a text and attached both and waited for a response. It didn’t take long. It read “OMG that is huge! And how much cum do you store in there. I replied “Only been 3 days since I last jacked off.” Her reply: well, with all of today’s events, you got relief you needed. I only mentioned any of it so you would not feel so embarrassed and guilty. Just be careful if you ever use that big wrench. Well, I now have to get some relief. Goodnight Jack.” “Hey s*s, don’t go. What do you mean?” s*s? Hey s*s?
Numerous texts did not get a reply, so I figured she had already started masturbating. Hate when a woman leaves you out on a limb.
Several days past and the school week was about to come to a close. Lisa always waited till the end of a week to go riding on her bike. Why? I am not sure other than school work took precedence. She was excited about riding and didn’t even change clothes. She just dropped her book bag in the shop and jumped on the bike. After riding for 30 or 40 minutes she rode into the shop.
Lisa Hey Uncle Jack. It is still hurting when I ride
Me: I made the adjustment and you said it felt better.
Lisa. I know, but I didn’t ride it then. I just sat on it.
Me: Well, let me take another look. Go change and I will get my wrench.
Lisa: No, it is ok if you look. I didn’t change last time. Let me show you where it hurts. Maybe that will help.
Me: ok. I go around behind you.
Lisa. (With a blushed face) No. it would be better from the front side.
I hesitated for a moment know this was going to be difficult. I didn’t want to be aroused in front of her. I stood in front and she reached to the hem of her skirt and lifted it to just below her panties. She pointed to a red spot on her inner thigh.
Lisa. Right there Uncle Jack. See where it is red? Just below my underpants.
I looked up under and got a look at the spot. I saw the panties she wore that day. They were cotton and light yellow with tan doggie paw prints on them. I told her the angle must still not be right. It had to be tilted forward a little more. She followed my direction and waited. I bent forward and lifted her skirt. I needed to see where she made contact with the seat. I put my head in under the skirt to move in closer. The front tip of the seat was pressed right against her panty covered pussy. It looked like a lot of pressure going against it. I was so close to her crotch that I moved in a little more and could smell the scent seeping though. It was a wonderful fresh and innocent scent. The panties themselves were twisted from riding. You could see the left side edge of the vulva. I noticed some hair beginning to grow. Not very much at all. It was a light brown color. Just little tufts. I reached behind with my wrench to loosen the seat. My next concern was that I would have to lift the back of the seat and press down on the front at the same time to change the position. And it had to be done with her sitting on it so I would know it would be comfortable. With my head under her skirt, I told her I needed to spread her legs a little more to see where it bothers her. She didn’t react other than to open them more. It was then, I noticed a wet spot had developed in the gusset. She was apparently aroused or it was from riding. I didn’t know which at the time. I then explained that I had to put my hand down there closer to push down the seat. She, again did not object. When I backed out and stood up, I put my hand on the seat. The back side of my thumb was pressing against the vulva. I could feel heat through the cotton panties. The seat moved but would not tighten. I bent back down to look under her skirt at the seat and I noticed a hole that the manufacturer didn’t put a bolt in. It would keep it from moving.
Me: Lisa, I think I see the problem. There is a tiny hole down here that should have something in it.. But I think what I have would be way too big for it.
Lisa: You can use the tool you have can’t you?
Me: oh no. The tool I have is a special tool for special holes. I shouldn’t try to use it on this one.
It wasn’t till her comment that I realized what It sounded like. I was referring to a bolt. I am not sure if she even caught what could have had another meaning. However as I thought about it, I was under there looking and my eyes drifted back to her opened legs and panty covered pussy.
Lisa was nervous. When she heard Uncle Jack mention the small hole, she immediately thought he could see the hole she had. Even though she knew she has underwear on, she also knew they got twisted when she rode her bike. Being she was to the front edge of the seat, all he had to do was look up and see it. She also was scared he was going to use his wrench. She had seen the ones in his toolbox. They were huge and hard as steel. She started remembering times she has experienced private things, like other girls. Yes, she has tried to put things in there herself. It stated with a Popsicle stick, then toothbrush handle and then the embarrassing time she used her hair brush handle. She put it in too far and injured herself. She couldn’t tell anyone so she told mom she was riding a boy’s bike and slid on to the crossbar. Her hands were even beginning to perspire. But she had to know what he was going to do.
Lisa: Uncle Jack? Are you going to use your wrench now?
Me: Oh no. (Laughing) I couldn’t use that wrench. First it is way too big
Lisa. Well, then when do you ever use it?
Me: Well, first it is for special kind of a hole. You see, I fill it with fluid so it helps the expansion. When I have it in, the fluid gets emptied out.
Lisa: Oh, well what happens to the fluid if you don’t empty it?
Me: I have to empty it on my own. I can’t just leave it in there.
Lisa. Can I ask how often you get to use it?
Me: (to myself I said not nearly often enough). I haven’t used it the way it should be for a long time. So, I have to empty it a lot. One day it was 3 times. But generally, about once a day or every couple of days.
Lisa: that is a lot of times.
Lisa started to get that funny feeling in her stomach. The kind she got when in bed at night and learning about herself. She also was kind of afraid he would smell her scent like when she put her head under her covers. She didn’t know how he would react to it. She just stayed in her seat and tried not to think of it.
Jack did indeed notice the scent becoming stronger and the effect was becoming unbearable. His cock was harder than when he took care of it for his sister. He was so close to it down there.
Lisa: Uncle Jack? Can I see your wrench? Does it look like the ones in your toolbox?
Me: I don’t think I can Lisa. You see it is a special wrench but also a private one I can’t show it to just anyone. Kind of a secret one.
Lisa just hesitated for a bit not saying anything. In fact, she was disappointed. Jack couldn’t see her face because his head was underneath her school dress. And then she had to say the following.
Lisa. Well, I was talking to mom last night after you fell asleep. I used the house phone. And she told me that you would show it to me if I asked. And that isn’t all she said. She also said you also tell me how it works and maybe even show me.
Me: What??. Your mom told you all of that?
Lisa. She sure did. So, I was hoping she wasn’t just saying that.
Jack in a way, was shocked. His own sister pulled a fast one on him. That is why she would not answer my last text. Why she ignored me. The whole conversation made sense now. The part about dad and the pencil and wanting a picture of me. She indeed was very sly. While thinking on a reply, I got up and went to the workbench to find a bolt. When I stood up, Lisa notice a wet spot on my pants.
Lisa. Oh! Uncle Jack? I think your wrench is leaking.
Me” OMG. I guess it must be, huh.
Lisa. Maybe you need to empty it out. I mean, if you are not going to use it.
Me: yes, and I will a little later on. When I finish with the hole.
My words seem to be getting more jumbled up. I was wondering if should be more careful. It was almost like I was convincing himself to do what Ali promised Lisa. Wondering now on how it could even be started. What to say, how to say it, do I keep calling it a wrench or call it what it really is. I came to a decision. I texted my sister and said “What do you think you are doing?” She replied “Let just call it paybacks for the stuff you did to me as a young brat brother. Good Night”? My replied texts were once again ignored.
Still, fully aroused, I stepped away from the workbench. I didn’t bother to cover the wet spot or dry it off. I found a bolt that may fit but would be tight. I ducked under the skirt once again.
Lisa: did you find something to fit the hole
Me: I think so but I will have to push hard. I will just work it around a bit and slide it in. I have lube to help.
After a few pushes it went it. I put the nut on the other side and tightened it up. It worked. The seat no longer moved. I went back under the skirt and told Lisa to try and rock the seat. She moved forward and backward as hard as she could. I could see the seat was pressing hard against her vulva. It was more than I could begin to take anymore.
Jack didn’t want to instruct her on things. It was too uncomfortable for him. He basically wanted her to find or discover on her own. He would just answer questions or just going along with whatever she did and be quiet. What Jack didn’t know was that the phone conversation she had with her mom, while he slept, lasted almost 2 hours. Her mom was explaining everything and she had to promise not to let him know. That was a very cruel thing to do. In fact, she even explained that the wrench was his penis which is called a cock. And that her vagina was actually called a pussy. While talking, her mom had her go to a website to see what one even looked like. And, she was not allowed to use those words unless something was to happen. Lisa agreed to the promise. After she hung up, Lisa looked at all the pics she could and even rubbed her panties.
Jack thought the best thing is to tell Lisa he was going to go in and fix popcorn to watch a movie together and she could go change clothes for nighttime. Lisa nearly ran to her bedroom while Jack changed out of his clothes. He decided to just put on boxers and a robe. He didn’t tie it but just flapped it over. He could just tell her the wrench was in his robe pocket because he forgot to put it away. Lisa, when she got to her room, took off her blouse and skirt. Then removed her small bra. She noticed her nipples were already hard. Then she took her panties down. They had already gotten wet so she put them in the hamper. As she put on her knee length blue nightgown, she heard Uncle Jack say the popcorn was ready. In all her excitement she hurried out the door and down stairs. It wasn’t till she saw him in his robe, did she remember she had no panties on. It was too late to find a reason to go back up to her room. Jack was in the recliner with the DVR controller waiting for her. She went over and climbed in his lap like she had so many times before, but this was different. Jack grabbed her hips so she would not sit directly on his hard cock and noticed then that he didn’t fell panty lines. He didn’t think it possible but his cock grew even harder. The tip was so wet, he leaked out onto his thigh. The movie had started and it was then she started reaching for the popcorn on the t.v. tray set up in front of the recliner. As she did her nightgown rose up and when she sat back it didn’t go back down. Her butt was almost uncovered. Also, she put her left hand to her side to guide herself back. When she did, she felt his hardness through his pocket. She asked him “did you leave your wrench in there?. Jack froze and said “yes, I brought it in to empty it but haven’t yet”. Lisa still playing dumb, said “Ok”,with all her moving around, Jack’s robe opened up . When she pressed against his cock, it moved it to the right and more toward the center. His cock had worked out of the boxers leg opening so the wet tip ended up touching the back of her bare thigh near the top just below side of the butt cheek. As she leaned forward Jack moved it back to the left, but as she sat back he quickly moved his hand and it caught the edge of the robe and opened it more. Lisa put her left hand to her side for balance and it landed right on his cock. She could feel him through his boxers. Much to his surprise, she left her hand there after sitting. He just waited to see what she was going to do. Jack had his right arm around her waist and started rubbing her belly. He moved his had slowly upward toward her right tit. He wanted to see how much growth they had. As he reached the underside of the puffy mound, she quickly got up and said “I want some more coke”. In getting up, the hem of her gown had worked up high enough, and he saw her bare butt. While she was gone, and able to, Jack took of his boxers. He wanted them out of the way in case she wanted to discover it. Lisa scurried back with her glass of coke. As she climbed on, Jack opened the robe and when she put her hand behind her, it landed right directly on his hard shaft. Instead of moving her hand she began feeling more of it. Running a finger up and down the shaft and squeezing it between her index finger and thumb. Lisa was trying to get an idea of the thickness and length while envisioning the ones see saw on the computer. Jack once again put his arm around her and reached up to the tit. This time though, he palmed it and squeezed the softness. He tickled the nipple and gave it light pinching. In turn, Lisa turned more to left side to see her first cock. She focused while examining it. She turned it to see the underside and used her finger to follow the veins. She wrapped her smaller hand around the shaft and was fascinated on how the outer sheath of skin moved up and down. She pushed the skin upward till it went over the rim and end of the tip. Then back down. She picked up a little pace and on the next time she went up, a glob of pre cum came from the tip and landed on the back of her middle finger. Her mom told her that she should try and taste the cum. And if she liked it and wanted a lot more, she could put her mouth on the end of the cock. She also said it is not a nasty thing to do even though it sounds that way. When Lisa looked up and saw his eyes closed she licked it off her finger. She licked her lips and let tasted it like a new flavor of something. She noticed the salty taste and really didn’t mind it at all. She needed more to be sure. Just as Jack opened his eyes to see her playing with his cock, she was leaning forward with her lips opened and her small mouth closing around the tip. As soon as he felt her wet tongue and warm mouth, he let loose of large amount of pre cum. Lisa out of a normal reaction, sucked it to get what she could. Then, she entered more of it in by moving her lips down the shaft. She went till she gagged than pulled back. She knew she needed more practice for In the meantime, Jack moved his hand downward from her tit, and behind on her butt. He took his finger and ran in down her butt crack till he reached her vulva from behind. It was hairless and smooth. Lisa stopped sucking and then said with interrupted breathing “Uncle Jack?. I think this really needs to be emptied. I have a tight hole down there”. Jack began rubbing her button at the top of the crack making her pussy wetter. He moved his finger inside the slit and searched for her entrance. “Lisa? Is this the one you are referring to?. He then slipped his index finger inside to the second knuckle. Lisa, breathing heavier said “Yes, Uncle Jack. That is my pussy and there is a hole there” When he heard that word, he was more eager than before to take aggression. He asked, “so, you know what that my wrench is actually a cock?. “Uh huh. Do you think your cock can go in my pussy hole?” Jack said “yes, we have enough lube down there for us both” He pulled his finger out and smelled her scent. It was so strong. He wanted to lick her out to help fucking, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He sat her back up in his lap. Lisa spread her legs as Jack lifted her gown off so that she was totally naked. He pushed her bottom up a bit and then grabbed his cock and positioned in the slit to rub it up and down. Lisa and Jack were both breathing so fast and heavy. He passed over her hole a few time and then put his tip there. He pressed forward and then felt that warm feeling of her insides on the tip. They both groaned until he was finally in. He began pumping slowly when Lisa hollered out, “Jack, please empty that inside me. Go harder, go harder.” Jack grabbed her hips and started slamming the cock inside. They could hear the juices as he pumped it. He could smell the scent of cock and pussy fucking. After what seemed like an eternity, it was just a minute or two before he felt his hot cum in his cock. With 4 more pumps, he let it loose. She felt the pulsing and warmth hit her cervix and then to the womb. She cried out “oh, I feel your fluid. It feels so hot in there”. This made Jack pump harder and till he emptied it all out. After the breathing subsided, Lisa got up off Jacks cock, and his cum started leaking out of her pussy. When Lisa saw this, she turned and put his cock in her mouth and tasted each other. They both laid in the recliner to calm down and then went to his bed for the night.
The next day Ali called Lisa and talked for a while, then Lisa handed Jack the phone. “Jack?” I am cancelling the lease on my apartment. We are moving in with you. And the first thing I want when I get home is a Bicycle seat adjustment”.