God, what am I doing?

“Go to your room Miss Luccise.” I make up a name that sounds like it might be a Mafioso family name. “When you get there, get down on your knees and pray that your father comes to his senses and shuts his God-damned double-crossing mouth.”

“Yes Don Corleon,” Alison curtsies and starts to leave but pauses by the door way, “What are you going to do with me, Sir?” I push away from the tiramisu and coffee on my table deliberately and slowly wipe my mouth before turning to look at her.

“I don't know yet, Gabriella.” I tell her somberly, “As your God-father your future is my responsibility, but someone has to pay for your father's sins, and I'm afraid that someone might well have to be you.”

“Uncle Patrick, it's me. I'd never do anything to hurt you.” I wave her away watching the sway of her hips as she heads for her room. It doesn't take long before I am following her up the stairs and knock firmly on her door. She opens it looking for all the world like the terrified innocent that she told me about as we ate. She has removed her shoes and once again her shoulder strap dangles on her arm, but it is the look in her eyes that gives me the resolve to follow through with this.

“Please, Don Corleon,” she backs away as I stride into her bedroom purposefully. “Don't do this.” She flinches as one hand closes around her slender neck and the other tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. It is a deliberate combination of strength and gentleness, and Alison moans softly as she trembles before me.

“Do what, sweet Gabriella?” I ask as my fingers tighten around her delicate throat. “What do you think I'm going to do to you?” As if to answer my question for her, my other hand pulls firmly at the loose top of her dress pulling it down to expose her plump breast. She squeaks in fright, but I can see already how aroused she is by my rough treatment.

“Your father took my son from me.” I growl from deep in my throat, “I'm going to take his baby girl from him.”

“Not that, Uncle Pat!” Alison is right in character. “I've never ... Please, I'm still a virgin!”

“Good! I'll send your father a swatch from the bloody sheet along with the video of your deflowering.” As she whimpers in fear I pull down the remaining strap and expose her other tit. “You are so fucking sexy,” I laugh as cruelly as I know how, “I'm going to enjoy this far more than I really should.”

“You can't!” She pleads “I'm your God-daughter.”

“Trust me, I know.” I whisper softly in her ear as I find the zipper at the back of her dress. “I've watched you grow from a naked baby at your Christening, to an adorable little toddler, through your awkward preteen years and even more closely once I saw what a beauty you were becoming.” It is only when she hears the zipper pulled that Alison tries to spin away but I am waiting for that and catch her easily. Stripping away the red dress and leaving her wearing nothing but a pair a lacey silk panties that are so scanty that the pink panties may as well be a thong.

Alison's fists batter weakly at my chest and arms as I toss her onto the bed and before she can roll off the other side I grab one of her slender ankles and stretch her back towards where I am kicking off my shoes. Less than thirty seconds later I am completely naked and I see Alison's eyes widen as she takes in the size of my bobbing erection. I know she has seen me like this before, but I almost believe that this wide-eyed innocent is seeing a man's erection for the very first time.

“No...no...no...” There is a brief flurry of activity as she struggles under me but it doesn't take long for me to get her pinned on her back with her legs splayed open around my hips. “Please Don Corleon, don't do this.”

“This is the only good thing about this whole fucked-up business.” Even as she wiggles under my hips I push aside the thin scrap of of silk and press the head of my cock into the slick folds of her tight sex. “I've wanted to do this ever since your sweet sixteen birthday party.” I whisper into the soft shell of her ear, “You wore that sparkly blue cocktail dress with the push-up bra trying to look all grown up. I've been hoping for this, but I honestly never thought I'd get this chance.”

“What?” Alison seems as confused as Gabrielle might have been.

“Why do you think none of your boyfriends ever got the nerve to pop your cherry?” I ask as I work slowly into her tight slit. “Remember how your Prom date got cold feet on what was going to be your 'big' night?” I pause just on the brink of what would have been her hymen if she still had one to pop. “Or that boy from UConn who you thought was really into you but suddenly stopped returning your texts?”

“What are you saying?” She asks although by now I think she knows.

“All I'm saying is that when my associates stop by to have a chat with those hopeful lover-boys of yours, they become a little less interested in your tight booty and a little more interested in saving their nuts.” I rock forward slowly and Alison lets out a whimper of pain. “This cherry is mine, you understand?”

“Please don't do this, Uncle Pat.” Alison wiggles a little, perhaps in an attempt to dislodge me, but just as likely to satisfy the itch she must be feeling.

“Shut up!” I snap, “Why do you think my men were right there to snatch you out of your dorm room?” Another push elicits an even louder yelp. “If I had been watching your snitch of a dad as closely as I watched you, I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.” This time when I sink about halfway into her, she lets out a squeal that sounds so realistic I stop.

“Are you OK, Angel?”

“It hurts.... oh God it hurts, Uncle Pat.” I hope that her calling me Uncle Pat is her way of signaling that this is still part of her game, because I thrust in even harder as she cries out softly. “It's too big ... you're tearing me open with your thingy ...please.”

“Take it Gabi,” I grunt as I pull out a little and then slam back into her, “This tight pussy is the only good thing left out of your whole God-damned family.” Alison gives up any pretense of struggling; her legs wrap around me and her arms cling to my neck as I pound her hard again and again. “Take it you little cunt, take my cock!” I feel my balls start to swell and I plunge even deeper into her. “You'd better learn to like it, because I'm going to keep pumping my seed into you every chance I get until I plant a new son in your womb to replace the one your father took from me.”