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Family Matters(Shadow girl)

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James Rutherford Stone, he lived alone in a house he'd inherited from his dead father. Nothing to fancy, two stories and a basement... garage for his Sedan and a front and back yard. The 34 year old did pretty well for himself, and happened to be in fairly good shape, his job demanded it... he was a construction worker after all. He was tall, 6'5" or so and broad with that stereotypical stubble on his chin.

It was Friday afternoon, and he was lazing out on his front porch, waiting in the crisp, warm summer air for his brother and his family to arrive. They were dropping off his niece for the weekend, the parents were going off on a vacation...rekindle the romance that had died off a little over the time. He was in full relaxation mode in a pair of sweats and a Muscle Shirt that clung to him like the earths gravity pulled it.
 
Elizabeth Newton, if that wasn't a geeky name, then i don't know what was?..Its a story from the time a young Elizabeth was dropped off by her parents at her uncle's home for a full weekend in order to rekindle the romance in their marriage. Neither was the girl related to that scientist who explained gravity neither to the royal family of England in anyway.
She got out of the car, straightening her ankle length white cotton skirt and then pulling down on the bottom of her military colored top. She wore white sandals to go along with it. Elizabeth was a tall girl, almost 6 ft. with small perky breasts and not much of a bootie. The girl was the athletic type and a good athlete she was for her high school. Her parents drove off waving her goodbye, a bit too eager for romance one must say as they didn't even bother to even say hi to her uncle. Elizabeth pulled her bag of clothes over her shoulder and then walked over to her uncle's house, she had last seen him on a wedding three months ago.
 
James didn't really have much time to react, he was up on his feet by the time Elizabeth was out of the car, and his brother and sister were pulling away- clearly already half way into their vacation, regardless of not even being on the plane yet. No matter, James regarded the girl he'd be spending a few days with appraising eyes... and he approved, that skirt left far to much to the imagination in his opinion... but alas, it wasn't as if he could dictate her wardrobe yet.

"Welcome to your home away from home!" He said happily, unlocking and opening his front door for her. he stood to the side so she could go ahead and enter in front of him. "We're gonna have fun this weekend!" And man, did she have no idea.
 
She waved her hand a little at her uncle as she saw him out of courtesy. Seeing her simple face, those black eyes, thin lips, teeth with braces and a nose on bit of a snubbed side, she didn't look even close to a fantasy super model. Add to it, the girl was wearing almost no make up. Her best feature though was those long brown hair falling right down to the small of her back that kept in a single pig tail that hung across the middle of her back.
"Hi Uncle James.." she said in a soft tone as he opened the door to her. She moved past him and entered the house. She felt good that her uncle was happy to see her. Walking in a few yards and seeing the front porch she finally turned around to face him, holding her bag still over her shoulder. " Mom Dad says hi...and hope I am not spoiling your weekend by being here.." she said, again with that sense of courtesy.
 
James was oddly drawn to her appearance, it had an allure that no super model type could match in his ever so twisted mind. The braces tugged at the side of him that craved an innocent young girl for his fun. Not that he was exactly the epitome of perfection himself, her nose was snubbed and his pointed in an awkward direction...broken a few times to many from falling debris on site. Scars of various shapes, sizes and origins littered his body like a storybook- nails that had missed, bricks that had fallen, hammers that had poor aim.

Back in the thick of the action, Uncle James smiled lovingly at Elizabeth he replied in a slightly less soft tone. "Of course not, I'm very glad you could come over and stay- like I said I've planned a lot of fun stuff for us." He entered after her, closing and locking the door and stuff the keys in his pocket, oddly one of the sort that required keys for both sides, he reached out for her bag. "Hand it over, can't have my guest carrying her own bag. Once she handed it over he used his hand on her back to guide her. "Come on, I'll show you to your room." Up the stairs and down the hall at the top was her room... it looked average enough, white walls and a Queen bed for any guest that might come. An empty dresser for her clothes and a closet for anything that needed to be hung up. Naturally a TV on the far wall for late night watching.
 
The house felt warm to Elizabeth and she felt more comfortable now in wake of her uncle's cheerful and good nature. She handed him the bag and then climbed up the stairs while being guided by his hand on her back.
As they entered the room, Elizabeth turned back to him. " Its a very nice room ..thank you.." she said as she looked around the room. A window or two would have been better thought Elizabeth but then retorted herself for thinking that. " So any good places in the town that we can go and see?..if only you are free.." she said in a polite manner.
 
James, being the gracious host and Uncle, had dumped her back on the bed and started putting her clothes into the not so empty drawer standing against the wall. An innocent enough action he rationalized, nothing to think twice about. "No need to be so...stuffy, you're family." Naturally he kept at his work, closing and opening drawers as the variety of things called for. "Certainly is, but all in due time- today I thought we'd stay in, get to know each other better." His warm smile hid the real reason fairly well, he wanted to know his Niece in ways she barely knew herself... all in due time.
 
She felt a bit shy and nervous as her uncle began to go through her clothes. Which girl wouldn't..haven't he heard to never go through a girl's things. She quickly stopped him as he was just finished placing some of her tops in the top drawer. " Uncle James..I can manage that.." she said trying to sound polite as she picked up the bag and placed it aside. " I will arrange them later..why don't we have some lunch now...I am starving..."
 
If James had been defeated by her moving the bag away, he showed no sign of it. "Right, just trying to help." He turned away and closed the drawer he'd been filling and decided she hadn't tossed out a bad idea. "Lunch doesn't sound to bad- any requests?" When one door closed, a window opened... thought it might be the reverse in this case. "Let's head down to the kitchen, shall we?"
 
She felt relieved that her uncle had skipped that idea of putting her things in the drawers. " Ummm..some juice and salad perhaps.." she said as she was walking down the stairs behind him towards the kitchen. " Mind if I help you in cooking?.." she asked, again wanting to be courteous.
 
"I won't have it. You go ahead and sit at the kitchen table." He pointed her off to the big round table in the middle of the tile floor, seating for four. He detoured to pull out a seat for her, opposite the direction she'd need to look into the kitchen. He took about 10 minutes to get lunch ready... an extra minute to finish her juice, popping the cap back on a special vile he slipped back into his pocket.

He brought the food on out and set her cup of juice in front of her, and a nice salad with a bottle of french dressing for her to use at her own leisure. As he got his own and dug in...ranch dressing covering every bit of lettuce and carrot. "So, Niece... what do you usually do to past the time."
 
She nodded and shrugging her shoulder, walked over to the kitchen table sitting at it with her back to him. She started going through a magazine that was on the table. Her large pigtail hanging across the back of the chair as she sat there.
" Thank you Uncle James.." she said as he placed the food in front of her.
" Ummm..i usually read novels..but i am pretty busy with school and athletics these days.." she spoke while topping her salad with the french dressing.
" Ummm..this is delicious.." she said chewing slowly on the salad and then sipping the juice.
 
"Athletics? What do you do?" James munched happily at his salad, naturally it looked as if he was happy to be talking to Elizabeth, but it was for a far different reason. "Thank you, the Juice is very expensive... but I like it so much I spend the money anyway" He chuckled... she wouldn't date waste the juice now he figured.
 
" Long Jump.." she said taking another sip of that juice. It had a bitter taste to it but she appreciated his efforts. " well..its delicious.." she said taking another sip again. She began to feel a little nauseous towards the end of the dinner.
Rubbing her temple she tried to get up to take her dishes away, but instead had to sit back down, the world around her began to swirl. " I..am not feeling well.." she spoke out just before passing out with her head on the table in front of her.
 
"Interesting. Must have a sexy little body under all that clothing." He was grinning, his additive was taking effect... that old persona he was hiding under could slowly waft away now. Once she was completely out he moved around the table and picked her up easily enough, she was incredibly light to a man of his stature.

He made his way up to her room, and tossed her on the bed. From the Bedpost's secret compartment came chains built directly into the frame ending in vinyl hoops, adjustable straps. Honestly, working with an unconscious body made getting her ankles and wrists bound up really easy. Then of course, he set about undressing her, starting with her dress and then her shirt... he left her in her undergarments to leave something to tease her with later.

Next...it was pumping her full of the antidote to the sedative he'd used on her. Well, it was more like an Adrenaline shot to get her back on her feet really.
 
She was totally unconscious as she was tied down on the bed and her clothing were removed, leaving her body in only her undergarments.
Elizabeth didn't have a curvy body, she was tall and athletic with those strong legs and calves. But her breasts were small and hidden under that white cotton bra. So was her ass that was mostly flat and covered in those blue cotton panties along with her nether regions.
The girl got up with a loud gasp at the adrenaline shot. As her body jerked upwards, it was held down in place by the cuffs, as they bit in to her wrists and ankles painfully. " aahhh.." she shrieked with pain before opening her eyes. What she saw next, it left her mouth wide open and a lot to be imagined.
 
James had stood back and taken in her whole body, again...not perfection, but it had such a hold on him. He wanted to get down there and fuck her silly right then and there. He didn't though, instead grinning like the madman he truly was when his Niece finally awoke. "Good morning Sunshine." He said as he walked over and pressed his large hand onto her little stomach, pushing her back against the bed. "Sorry about this... well, sorry it took so long to get here."
 
The tone of his voice, it had changed from friendly to something dark. Elizabeth couldn't believe it was the same person she was talking to a few minutes ago. " Uncle James..what is all this.." she said looking dazed and confused while trying to pull her wrists free from the cuffs but totally failing and ending up bruising her wrists more. " let me free..and where are all my clothes?.."
 
Uncle James clucked his disapproval, and wagged his finger at Elizabeth. Clearly amused by her questions, and her demand to be set free. "I can't do that, I've got plans remember? And most of them involve you bound up just like that." He tugged at the rim of her panties teasingly. "Well, with less clothes, but you get the idea." Honestly...he hadn't had this much fun in so long- teasing and messing with her. "Maybe I'll let you free when I'm done...maybe."
 
She gulped as she heard his evil thoughts. " please Uncle James..no..please.." she flinched again and struggled once again to get herself free pulling with all her strength only to shriek with pain as the straps bit hard in to her skin. She fell back , breathing deeply , her face covered in sweat from her effort. She began to whimper as his hand went to the rim of her panties.
 
"Oh, you look so cute all covered in sweat...begging to be let go. I don't think I want you to stop" James was breathing heavily, clearly with the effort of holding himself back, making this a slow process. He tugged her panties down her strong calves and just like that, grabbed hold of them with both hands and tore the little blue panties to pieces. "Oops, well... you don't need them anyway."
 
She whimpered, her face grew red with shame as he slid down those panties, it came peeling out of the crack of her ass. Because of her spread legs, her puckered little asshole and her vagina with all those brown curly pubes sticking to her mound because of the sweat were in plain view. " you scoundrel.." she yelled at him while trying to close her legs desperately but not able to move them an inch.
 
"Awe. You've already given me a nickname. I'm touched." James' eyes were pulled instantly to her womanhood, natural as it was he liked it even more...not that he thought he could find a reason not to. "Mm. That's what I like to see. You should sit back and enjoy it, well... you will eventually." Uncle James tossed her underwear off into a corner, and pinned her stomach under his palm- so she couldn't move to much and slid his other hand up her inner thigh until he was stroking a pair of fingers over her pube covered lips.
 
She began to blush and whimper as she was held down by his hand on her churning stomach as she felt his fingers sliding up her inner thigh. " please Uncle James..don't.." she closed her eyes and tears fell out as his fingers began to rub her vaginal lips through her pubes. She didn't know what to do, wanting to go back to her parents, to her home, why had she agreed to come her..she cursed herself for that.
 
Uncle James mostly ignored her, aside from the kinky kick he got from hearing her beg for 'mercy' so to speak. He rubbed, and rubbed, until he got impatient and partied her lower lips and rubbed between circling over her entrance and letting a finger rub over her little clit. That is until he outright shoved a large finger into her, up to the knuckle in one motion.
 
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