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This story was hard for me to pick the right category. In the end I went with incest/ taboo, but there’s quite a bit of petplay, even a touch of bdsm involved. Either way, I don’t think it’s a bad fit, just be forewarned.
Also, I got the idea after reading another story on here. I would link it but I have no idea what the name was. Same kind of set up, but I wanted it to go in a direction that it didn’t, so I wrote my own. Anyways, if this sounds familiar, and you wrote a story like it, thanks for the inspiration!
I was at the store grabbing some groceries and cleaning supplies when I saw it, a big oversized plush cat, black with big cartoony eyes. I smiled and picked it up.
“I bet she’d like this,” I told myself, grabbing it and tossing it into my cart and heading for check out. It was raining so I made sure to keep the bag nice and covered as I drove to my car.
The ride home wasn’t bad at all, long and slow and winding through the hills. I liked living in the country, always have, so I picked up a spot not too far out of town with a good bit of land a couple years back. I put on some joy division and beat the steering wheel like a drum before pulling through some trees and up to my place.
“Danny?” I called as I walked through the door, to no answer. I heard the pitter patter of footsteps and a door closing. I shrugged, exhaling and trying to shake off the feeling of defeat that greeted me every day when I got home.
I brought the bags inside and set to work cooking dinner: two juicy steaks, asparagus, baked potatoes. I’m not the best cook in the world, but I can make a decent meal every now and then.
I heard a door upstairs open and closed and I peeked my head around the corner.
“Danika?” I called, knowing full well not to expect an answer, and I was right to. “Danika, dinner will be ready soon,” I yelled, then turned back to the asparagus.
There’s no way this story is gonna make a lick of sense unless I give you a little back story. I was 13 when my sister had Danny. She was much older than me, already out of college, and while it wasn’t exactly planned, her boyfriend Alex was a stand up guy and they got married shortly thereafter.
Danny was always this shy little girl, black hair and big bright green eyes, just a skinny little thing that spent more time hiding and avoiding people than anything else, but we got along pretty well. Even though we did live states away, I’d get to visit often, or vice versa, and did my best to get to know her and be a decent, albeit younger uncle to her.
Jenny, my sister, always loved it and encouraged my visits. She’d say I really brought Danny out of her shell, which was hard to imagine seeing as how she barely even talked to me, but I wasn’t gonna argue with her. That’s why, when I was about 24, she asked if I’d be alright being Danny’s legal guardian.
It was a bit of a shock but I happily obliged. Our parents weren’t exactly ideal, and her husband’s parents were both a lot older. I was honestly flattered and thought it was purely symbolic, that this was just her way of showing her appreciation. Man, was I wrong.
Flash forward about six years and I get the worst phone call of my life. There had been an accident, and my sister and her husband were dead. To make matters worse, Danny was in the car with them. She’d been pretty banged up but she was ok, the only real kicker being it had happened on a dark, rainy night, and they’d spent the night in a ditch before being spotted in the morning.
I don’t know how much Danny really remembered from that night, if she was awake or unconscious, but I have always feared the worse happened.
Anyways, I dropped everything and drove up to Maine. I was the executor of their estate and their main beneficiary was Danny anyways, so I sold their house and most of their stuff, planned the funeral, took what I held most dear, helped Danny do the same.
Since she was turning 18 in a week or two, I could have easily stuck around until then and left her to be on her own, but the thing is, after the accident, she stopped talking entirely, not a word to anyone. And barely anybody came to check on her or visit her in the hospital. It was obvious she didn’t have a very big support network, didn’t have too many friends or really the ability or wherewithal to fend for herself (even if she did receive a staggeringly large inheritance) so after speaking with both sets of grandparents, it was decided that the best course of action would be for me to take her home with me, as was the original plan, and to see her through this tough time until she could handle being on her own.
The tricky part was, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. She hid in her room most days, occasionally coming out to watch cartoons. She’d fallen into a little bit of a childish mindset, which didn’t really surprise me. Hell, she was still a kid, she turned 18 about a week after she started living with me, spent her entire birthday fulya escort in her room. So really, I wasn’t exactly surprised when she ignored mostly everything I said, I got it, and I didn’t want to rush her, the only weapon in my artillery to handle her was patience. I hoped she’d open up when she was ready, and I’d be there for her when and if she ever did, and that was the best I could do.
We settled into a pretty mundane life together, somewhat routine. She would hide in her room most days, I’d occasionally be able to coax her out with cartoons on my big screen. I didn’t ask much of her. Honestly, there was only one real rule I had for her that I was ever serious about, and I felt like it was a pretty easy one to follow. She had to eat dinner with me every night. I don’t really think she ever ate much otherwise, and I wanted to make sure she had at least one meal a day, and though there was some feet stomping and dirty glares at first, she’d given in and it had become a nightly thing for us.
I set the table and made us both plates, pulled her stuffed cat out of the bag and set it down on my dining room table, basically the centerpiece, and walked upstairs.
“Danny?” I asked, knocking on her door quietly, and after a second she popped her head out. “Dinners ready, sweetheart,” I told her and she nodded, then closed the door.
I walked back down and grabbed a beer, pouring her a glass of milk, which she chose to drink with every meal, and sat down. Soon enough I heard footsteps and looked up to find her walking up to the table. She was in a big, oversized black hoodie and sweat pants, her face half hidden, her messy hair jutting out.
I felt a sharp needle of pain in my heart seeing her like this. It was hard to tell but lately I’d felt like she was getting worse, and the sight of her all disheveled, dragging her feet, well it kinda killed me.
But then she looked up and I’ve never seen anyone’s countenance change so quickly. She spotted the stuffed cat on the table and almost jumped, hiding her face behind her hands, her eyes wide, and I was almost sure there was a smile behind her hands.
She turned to me and looked hopefully, and I just shrugged, smiling, gesturing towards the cat.
“I saw him and he reminded me of you, I thought you might like-” I started and she just kinda lunged forward, grabbing the cat and sitting down at the table, holding it close and hugging it, rocking side to side.
It was the most accomplished if felt in some time, I didn’t even bother harassing her about her meal, just ate and droned on about my day like I always did.
“So then Brian tries to act like he’d taken care of the entire account, and I was about to blow it, but Mr. Sheehan grabbed me and pulled me aside and told me he knew who did all the work, and not to worry about it. Ha!” I laughed, and Danny smiled at me, still hugging the cat.
“Anyways, how was your day?” I asked, and she looked away, staring at the ground.
“Nah? Not today?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“That’s ok, sweetheart, that’s ok, but I am gonna need to see you clean your plate.”
The look she shot me was a little scary, to say the least, but I was used to it by now.
“Hey, is that any way to treat your favorite uncle? The same guy that brought home Mr. Kitty?” I laughed, and her glare faded. She looked down, almost sad or sorry or something, and set the stuffed animal on the table, grabbing her fork and knife.
I sat back and smiled, drinking her beer, watching her struggle with the utensils, working a little too hard just to get one bite of steak.
“Aw, baby, you want me to cut that up for you?” I asked after a minute or two, and she looked up, a worried look in her eyes, shaking her head up and down eagerly.
“Here,” I said, standing up and getting beside her. I grabbed the fork and knife and set to work cutting it all up into bite sized pieces. I was close to her, and it could have been by accident, but I swear I felt her leaning against my arm.
“There you go,” I said, stepping back, and she looked up at me. It wasn’t a smile, but it wasn’t bad either, just kind of a neutral stare, which at that point I was happy to take.
I sat back down while she picked at her dinner, grabbing another beer and finishing it before she was done. She held up the empty plate and I gave her the thumbs up, then she grabbed the dishes and carried them off.
I was a little dumbfounded, even more shocked when she started washing everything. She’d been with me for a couple months now and hadn’t so much as lifted a finger to clean except to do her laundry once or twice.
I smiled and got up, went to the living room and got comfortable on the couch, flicking through the channels when she came in.
She was holding the cat in her arms, cradled closely, staring over at me.
“What? You wanna watch cartoons?” I asked, and she nodded feverishly.
“Ok, ok, come sit down,” I sighed, tossing her the remote, and she gebze escort sat down at the opposite end, curling up in a little ball, her face buried in the stuffed cat.
She settled on this show called adventure time, which is a little goofy for my taste, but it has it’s good moments. We watched an episode or two before the main character met a little vampire girl.
“Ha! She looks just like you!” I laughed, expecting another dirty glare, but when I turned to Danny, I swear she was hiding another smile, her cheeks red.
“What? You like her? Is she one of your favorites?” I smiled, and she nodded, nervously.
She sat on the edge of the couch for some time, I grabbed another beer and stared down at my phone, playing some dumb game before feeling her presence next to me.
I looked over to her and she handed me the remote. I smiled and took it and started flipping through the channels again, realizing she hadn’t disappeared to the other end. I turned to her and she had this look on her face, like she had something to say, but for the life of me I couldn’t guess what it was.
“What?” I asked, feeling pretty elated that she’d chosen to give me so much attention today.
She didn’t say anything, just kind of but her lip and looked away, then silently scooted up next to me, still curled up in a little ball, still clutching Mr. Kitty pretty tight, but leaning against my side.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. I smiled and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer, and I couldn’t have been happier.
We stayed like that for another hour or two, and when I started to doze off I finally gave up, turning the tv off and turning to her. Her eyes were closed and I smiled, shaking her gently.
They opened and she looked up at me, sleepily.
“You fall asleep on me, kitten?” I asked, leaving over and kissing the top of her head.
“Meow,” she replied, in the sweet voice of hers that I hadn’t heard in so long. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bed, my eyes watering.
The next few days passed without much hullabaloo. I had to work and, as usual, Danny slept in late. She carried that cat around everywhere she went, which warmed my heart a bit, and there was definitely a marked improvement. She wasn’t dragging her feet as much, once or twice when I got home she was sitting on the couch watching TV instead of holed up inside her room, she even started putting on pants, real jeans, instead of the same pair of sweatpants, which, I know, not that big of a deal, but hey, baby steps, right?
And then Saturday came. I woke up late, seeing as how I never make any attempt to wake up early on my days off. I got up, groggily walking downstairs, when, to my surprise, I was greeted by the smell of coffee brewing.
I lurched forward and poured myself a cup, grabbed some cream from the fridge and groaned as I sipped it.
I heard a rustle and turned to find Danny on her hands and knees, her stuffed cat beside her and a bowl of milk that they were both huddled around. It was a little strange, but that was nothing compared to her outfit.
Instead of her usual baggy sweatpants and oversized hoodie, she had on short, black shorts, and a tight black t shirt and I swear her thick, wavy black hair had actually been brushed today. I almost choked on my coffee, seeing her sticking her ass up at me, and I suddenly remembered just how beautiful of a woman my niece had become.
She was tiny, probably barely over five feet tall, and skinny, but instead of being the little stick I’d grown up knowing, she’d filled out quite a bit. Her ass was round and plump, her skin pale, milky white almost, and as I stepped up closer to her, I could see her shirt pulled tight against her breasts, plump and larger than you would expect, at least a c-cup.
“Did you make this?” I asked, and she sat up, sitting on her hands and knees, looking up at my brightly, shaking her head.
“Meow,” she answered, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Aw, thank you,” I laughed, leaning down and petting her head, running her hair behind her ears. She pressed herself against my touch, nuzzling me almost, a little smile brimming on her lips.
“Do you want any?” I asked, and she glanced over at her bowl of milk and shook her head.
“Meow,” she replied, and from the tone I knew it was a no.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, and she shook her head again.
“Meow,” she replied in the same tone.
“Want to take a walk through the woods?” I asked, still worried that she hadn’t stepped foot outside of the house much besides her occasional trip to her therapist.
Her eyes grew wide with fear and she backed up and she shook her head silently, and I knew I’d overstepped a boundary.
“Ok, ok, how about we just relax on the couch and watch some more cartoons, maybe a movie? And if you want, video games later?” I pleaded, and she looked back up at me.
She nodded her head slowly, and I exhaled gültepe escort a deep breath and smiled as she returned to her stuffed cat.
I sat at the table and watched her as she leaned over the bowl and began to lick up the milk. It was a little strange, but hell, compared to wasting away in her room, this was almost nice.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off her lovely figure, her cute little ass shaking from side to side ever so slowly and her pale, porcelain skin, so delicate and smooth. I almost started getting a little flushed, my dick growing in my pants, before I snapped myself out of it.
Now, I mean, granted, I hadn’t gotten laid in a solid couple of months, but I’m not some desperate guy. At this point I was barely over thirty, I had a good job and I stayed in decent shape, I’m engaging and good humored and somewhat intelligent. I’d never had any trouble picking up girls.
The truth is, though, I was getting a little older and trying to slow things down and find the right girl at this point. When my sister died, I was seeing a bombshell of a woman, Rita, beautiful, smart, funny, and I had hoped that she might be the one, but when she was less than sympathetic about me leaving town for so long, when she scoffed at finding out I’d be bringing back my niece with me, and kinda threw a little fit about how this would affect her, well, I dumped her so fast I think her head spun a little bit.
So yeah, it had been a little while, and fuck if I wasn’t a little sad to let Rita go. But I wanted to be able to give Danny my attention and time, so finding the right woman for me could wait a little while longer.
Anyways, staring down at her nice little ass, I was beginning to get a little flustered, when she looked up at me, with big bright eyes, and a stream of milk dripping down her chin, smiling.
“Meow?” She asked, and I stood up, trying to hide my election.
“Yeah, yeah, give me one second and I’ll come join you,” I groaned, somehow inferring that she was ready to watch cartoons.
I rushed into the bathroom and cupped some cold water in my hands, splashing it in my face again and again until I called down, drying myself and shaking it off.
“Fuck,” I gasped, honestly feeling pretty fucking guilty before calming down a little. I stepped outside and pulled my hidden pack of stale cigarettes out from under a flower pot and smoked one, the first in a couple weeks.
“It’s ok, nothing weird, she’s a girl, it happens,” I assured myself, getting control of my senses, taking time to finish the smoke then snubbing it out.
“Ok, ok, you’re good” I smiled, walking back in.
Danika was back on the couch, huddled up under a blanket, sitting next to the spot I normally sat in.
“Meow!” She bounced, smiling up at me.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I laughed, and she held up the blanket for me to join her under it. I reluctantly obliged, sitting down while she curled up next to me.
“So, what do you want to watch?” I asked, turning on the tv. “Toy Story?”
“Meow,” she shrugged.
“Ok, ok, what about Monsters Inc?” I suggested.
“Mmmmm meow,” she replied.
“Yeah we watched it last week, didn’t we?” I laughed. “Ok, ok, what about The Incredibles?”
“Meow!” She giggled, and I smiled, pulling up the movie with the remote.
“Ok perfect.” I laughed, pressing play and settling back in.
This time Danny didn’t just lean against me, she wrapped her arms around mine and pulled me close, nuzzling her face against my arm and chest, meowing quietly or whimpering every now and then.
By the time the movie had ended, I was leaned against the armrest and she was sprawled out in between my legs, curled up and cuddling close while I pet her. I tried hard not to get too excited but I couldn’t help but wonder if she could feel my bulge.
She picked her head up and stared up at me, smiling and for a moment we just held each other and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I think I’m gonna go take care of a little yard work, how about you play some GTA and when I’m finished I’ll make us a late lunch, early dinner sort of thing? Sound good?” I asked and she nodded.
“Meow!” She purred, burying her face in my chest, clinging tight to me as I sat up straight.
I went upstairs and locked the bedroom door, grabbing my laptop and sitting on my bed and quickly flicking through my favorite porn sites before I settled on one, furiously stroking myself and cumming before changing into work clothes and heading out.
I have a big yard so there’s always something to do outside. This time it was just dead branches, clearing out a few areas, little stuff. I messed around, pulling a couple overgrown weeds, smoked another cigarette, and popped inside.
Danika was on her knees, intently shooting at someone or another and I smiled, walking towards the fridge. I opened it and realized I had one beer left, grunting as I closed it.
“Hey Danny?” I asked, and she turned to me. “I’m out of beer, you really hungry?”
She shook her head, smiling.
“Ok, well I’m gonna head to the store real quick, I’ll make something when I get back. You want anything?”
It was the first time I’d offered her a drink since she’d gotten there, and she kind of shrugged and looked confused.
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