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An Uncle's Love (Me and Mistress Legacy)

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Selous

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 17, 2011
The morning was a good one. Logan had been told by his brother Micheal that he would be needed to babysit his neice. He wasn't upset about it, not by far, because all he usually did was watch TV and play games, so watching after his teen neice shouldn't be an issue. Just had to make sure not to put on his usual TV shows. Micheal and Stephanie, his wife, had been in another town and gotten involved in an accident, which left Steph in hospital. They hadn't completely trusted their daughter alone since she became a teenager, and always had someone keeping an eye on her, whether they were babysitting her or only checking in frequently.

Loading up a bag with DVDs, he jumped into his car and headed around to his brother's place, heading straight inside without even bothering to knock, "Hey, It's your favourite Uncle Logan!" he calls out as he closes the door. Yes, he knew it was 6am, and no he didn't care. She was old enough to know better than going to bed at 3 or 4 in the morning, so getting up now shouldn't be a problem for her.
 
"UGH! You're too cherry." Grace groaned when she heard her uncles's voice. It was slightly annoying for her because she had a big headache and was trying to come down from being drunk. She didn't mean to get drunk at the party last night, but it seemed like someone spiked her drink. Lucky for her, her friends got her out of there before anyone could do anything to her. Grace turned her uncle in and started to head back up to her room where she would be for the next few hours.

"Try not to miss me while I'm sleeping." She was in a really bad mood and sounded like she was still drunk. Whatever it was, she looked like a hot mess. Her make-up that was still on was all smug, her hair was a hot mess. And she was still wearing the clothes that she had on from yesterday still on.
 
Seeing Gracy the way she was, Logan knew straight up she'd been partying. Who ever had been supposed to watch her last night evidently hadn't done the job properly. "Gracey, back here. Now." he said sternly, even though he was the lenient one, he didn't want her drunk when her father got home in a few hours time and wanted to know what was going on. When she didn't come at his instruction, he followed her to her room, walking in without checking she was still decent first, "Gracey, don't ignore me. What's up? Why are you so drunk looking? Did you go partying last night, even though you'd been told not to?"
 
"Fuck you Logan!" Grace pull the blanket over her head and turned her back to her uncle. She wasn't in the mood to talk right now. She just wanted to lay down and sleep for the rest of the day. She may not have wanted to get drunk and tried to stay away from all that pull crap for the night she did go to the party, but it ended up happening to her. This was the side effect because of it. If she would have just stayed home and read or something, she would have been okay. If she did stay home, she would mostly likely had a boy over, which would have been better.
 
Storming into her room, Logan grabbed her blanket and ripped it from the bed, "You can drop the attitude before you learn what can happen at those parties." he says to her, frowning and trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "Get up. Now." he says after giving her a moment to process his words of a moment before. Taking the blanket with him, he tosses it over the railing so that it would land somewhere on the floor of hte lounge room, "I don't have time for snotty bitches who think that partying all night and sleeping all day are acceptable."
 
"WELL WHY DON'T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!" She screamed to him and placed her hands on her head feeling a really big headache. If she didn't go to that party she would be fine. If she didn't, she wouldn't have know that her boyfriend, now ex, was cheating on her with the head cheerleader and her best friends Mom. Which is really gross. Her best friend was even grossed out about it. Grace covered her head with a pillow then heard her phone ring. She looked at it and saw it was her best friend.
 
Logan shook his head and walked over to her, "If you're feeling this crap, your phone won't be any good" he says and takes the phone from her before she could answer it, leaving it to ring out. "I might be lenient in a lot of things, but you need to wake up. Those parties can get you raped, or addicted to drugs. You do know that there are drugs with an instantaneous addiction right? That you only need in your system to be addicted. Spike a drink with it and someone's a junkie straight away." he looks to her and in spite of his anger in his voice, his eyes show his concern for her. Resting a hand lightly on her shoulder, he turns her onto her back, "Please, just drop the attitude before something happens."
 
"I'm not feeling well. I'll get up, once I get I get over this hang over. Now leave me alone." Grace kept the pillow over her head groaning in pain. Her phone went off again then the house phone. She picked the house phone up and said, "Jess, did you find out what happen?" She listen for a few minutes then sat right up holding her head. "What? Wait...who could that be you only had beer in the cans. Unless..." She listen for a few minutes then sighed. "That must be it. Someone that wasn't invited might have spiked the drink. Thank Jess...yeah, I'll get some rest. Well, I'll try to if my gay ass uncle will leave me alone." Grace nodded then hung up. "So my fruit punch was spiked last night. Now you know, now you should LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
 
Logan shook his head, "That is why you are told not to go partying, because people do things like that just because they think it's funny." he says, and then sits down beside her on her bed, "You are getting up. You can have 5 minutes before I will go from..." he stops for a moment, realising that he had an erection, "You are beautiful, I just don't want to see you getting hurt by some scumbag." he says, ending differently what he had been going to say.
 
Grace looked at him then turned her back to him. "Yeah sure whatever. I just want to rest. I'm not sure how that drug is affecting me at this moment. So if you don't mind, would you please just go away and be quiet about it. I would really hate to snap and bite your head off once again when we could avoid that from the happening in the first place.
 
Shaking his head, he refuses to stand, instead he rests a hand on her thigh, "Grace, please." he says quietly, his hand creeping a little higher and ever so slightly more towards the inside. "Please, I know you are not feeling too well, but just understand that I am just trying to look out for you."
 
Grace moved his hand, but kept her back towards him. "Okay if you understand so much then go away! It will make me feel a hell of a lot better." Ever time Grace talked it was like something was pounding in her head.
 
Shrugging, he stands, "Five minutes, then I haul you out of bed if you aren't out." he says, going back down to the lounge room and setting up his games onto the TV. By the time he had it set up, it was close to the time he'd given Grace, and so went to the kitchen to get a drink while waiting for it to pass. Gulping it down, he sits the glass down onto the bench top, and then heads back up stairs, "Ten seconds before I pull the matress from underneath you."
 
Grace got up then went to her parents room and locked the door. She knew that her uncle wouldn't have the key to the room so she was going to be safe in there. With the drug taking a toll on her, Grace started to get really dizzy and hot. She slipped off her clothes and laid down in her parents bed with only her panties on. Her whole body started to heat up, and she didn't know why.
 
Getting to his brother's bedroom door, he notices that it is now shut, and then when he goes to open it, sees it's locked. "Hmm, interesting how things just seem to lock around here. Get out of there Grace." he says before going looking for the spare keys. Finding a ring of keys, he returns to the door and starts trying each one, mumbling about how many damn keys there were on it.
 
Grace started to get up from the bed, but feel. She laid on the floor naked and groaning from her body aching and her head pounding. Every sound made, even the littlest one was like a shot gun, or a bomb going off. Grace covered her eyes and cried out in so much pain.
 
Hearing a small thump inside the room, he assumed that Grace had fallen over, and after he found the right key, he managed to open the door and stepped in. "Grace?" he asks as she starts to cry out, "Let me help you up, get you into bed." he says quietly, and it was only after he helped her stand that he actually realised she was naked. "Shit.... You look so good..." he whispers, a hand trailing a line down to her waist, "Here, onto the bed"
 
"My body. My body is on fire. I can't breath. Help me please." Tears started to roll down Graces face. She started to swear at herself in her mind wishing that she didn't go to that party. She felt like shit and she didn't know what her uncle was going to do to take care of her. This was the first time this had happen, and it was going to be her last because from that point on she was going to bring her own drinks, make sure it's a small party, and/or not go at all. If she just stayed home like she was suppose to, she would be playing video games with her uncle right now instead of groaning out in so much pain.
 
Laying her back on her parent's bed, Logan kissed her forehead, "What do you mean, on fire? What's hot?" he asks, putting the back of his hand to her cheeks and then her forehead, "If you can get over this enough before your father returns, I'll keep it quiet if you promise no more parties." he says to her. Standing, he goes to leave the room, "I will be back shortly with a cool drink for you and something to help with that fever you're getting."
 
"My body. My...my pussy is hot." Grace didn't know what she was saying right now or who she was saying it too. She slid her hand down her body and started to finger herself. She moaned slightly as she reached up with the other hand and started to rub her breast. Her sighs and moans started to get louder each time she thrust her fingers into herself. "I want more." She turned around on the bed and started to spank herself as she fingered herself, getting her parents bed wet.
 
Watching Grace start to play with herself on her parent's bed was something Logan didn't think he would see, but here she was, going as if he wasn't there. "Grace, you need to... uh stop that..." he says, knowing he was getting hard, "Grace..." he says as he reaches out to try and get hold of her, only succeeding in getting a hand between her legs and on the inside of her thigh, "Oh christ" he mutters, grabbing hold of her leg, "Grace! Stop, or I will have to fuck you into sensibility" he says, trying to joke-threaten her into behaving.
 
Grace didn't hear anything but the word fuck. The moment she heard that, she started to cry out, "Oh fuck me. I want to be fuck. I need to be fucked. Please, my pussy aches for a throbbing cock in me." Grace kept fingering herself as much as she could to keep the heat that was rising in her body from getting any higher. She needed, but she didn't really know that she need a cock. She had sex a few time. Some of them wasn't as great as she thought it would be since she saw a lot of porn, but others, she felt like she was on a roller coaster. Grace started to scream out in plea for someone to fuck her.
 
Taking a few deep breaths before saying or doing anything, Logan tried to figure out what was wrong. He'd heard about some parties having a new drug there that reacted differently between men and women, but couldn't remember the details. Sliding closer to her on the bed, he moved his hand higher up Grace's thigh, "Grace, you are really burning up, are you sure that you just want sex?" he asked, looking to her, but unable to hide the look in his eyes as he began to realise just how far he could take things. "Grace, I think I know how to fix the way you're feeling. I just want you to know that no matter how wrong you think it is, it's only to help you get out of this state, and that I do love you."

As he says that, he begins to strip slowly, keeping an eye on his writhing, naked, neice. "Grace, are you ready?" he asks as he drops his pants to the floor, "Do you want your uncle to help you get rid of the burning?"
 
Grace just kept moaning fingering herself as much as she could. She tried her best to get ride of the heat. She was burning not just from the drug, but the drug was also making her thirsty. Along with calling for someone to fuck her she started to call out for water. It was horrible, because Grace tried her best to get out of the weird state that she was right at this moment. She turned over on her back and arched her self back fingering herself more and squeezing on her breast really tight. Tears started to role down her face as she begged for some kind of relief.
 
Climbing on top of the bed and positioning himself over her, he pressed a hand down between her legs, running his fingers up and down her slit a few times before pushing a couple of fingers inside, "Grace, Grace," he whispers, "You look like you need someone to push some hard flesh inside you." Leaning down, he kisses her breasts and then her mouth. Moving his fingers slowly at first, he starts to push them in and out of her, using his other than to push her hand away and then starts rubbing around her clit, keeping his fingers from making contact with it, but getting very close to it.
 
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