(Simone) Or marching straight in*

Sure enough, it was barely an hour later that Simone first felt her uncle’s swollen phallus knocking against her rear entrance. Pa had finally gone off to the kitchen to fix dinner, having been unable to resist cumming in her at least once on the lounge floor himself. The beleaguered schoolgirl had decided to simply lie in the warm afterglow of that session of incestuous love-making and try and get at least a little studying done. Her books were strewn around her from a hastily discarded bag, so she had simply dragged over the ones she’d needed and sprawled out half-dressed among the pile; trying not to be distracted by the feel of her father’s semen dribbling from her snatch... That first invasion after a long day of driving herself and others wild with anticipation was always an overwhelming relief. Every day made her think that this would be the one she’d crack. Give up on this one-man-only dedication of her womanhood that the whole world told her was simply ridiculous…

She heard the creak of floorboards under her uncle’s barrel-shaped body only moments before his snide reached her ears.

“Well, what do we have here?! A good little student scribbling away on the floor…”

Simone felt his presence march over to stand above her legs, presumably hoping to impose his shadow upon her as he admired her splayed body from above.

“...Or is it more like daddy’s little slut, thrown aside till she’s ready to be used again?”

The sneer in his voice was as clear as ever, though just what he found to dislike in either of those assessments… Simone didn’t think even he knew. The man just liked to feel obnoxious.

“I can be both and the same, Uncle… and still be far more use to the world than you! Go bother Dad and let me get on with this, dinner’s not even ready yet!”

Simone didn’t hold out much hope for that demand to be followed… and sure enough, felt the warmth of the man’s body descending towards her instead. She felt rough hands take hold of her asscheeks and start kneading them together and apart. The girl didn’t bother turning her head or acknowledging this though, he wasn’t worth the effort.

“Now, is that any way to talk to family, Simmy? You know I’m only here to come and see my darling young niece! I’ve hung around with that brother of mine for years enough already… Used to spitroast yer mom with him behind the bike sheds before you were even a twinkle in ‘er eyes.”

Simone scowled at mention of her mother, as he very well knew she would. She’d even heard the bastard had tried to claim she was his child instead, when she was first born… and the woman in question had just shrugged either way. The girl felt her uncle line his lumpy old cock up to push against her sphincter and guessed it was probably his predilection for that entrance that saved her from such a fate… It made her breathe a sigh of relief really, as he drove on in… Things could certainly be worse.

She tried to keep on working as the man’s hairy belly began to press down against her back and his balls slap against her pussy. But there was no hope for it. Her slim frame was being crushed and rattled too much and the building feeling of her innards being plundered for tight pleasures left blank spots dancing across her vision. She pushed the books away and just relaxed into the carpet, letting the pumping anal experience absorb her focus at last. He never asked permission… this perverted fat creep of a relation she had… but ‘Family was Family’... that was the motto she’d been raised on. And... As she let her spine arch back against his thumping invasions… She couldn’t help but admit the old fuck knew how to reach the very depths of a young lady’s rectum… Simone shuddered with the dirty, debasing pleasure of it. At school she might be the ice queen… but here she was just Simmy… daddy’s little hand-around.