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Peter was the pastor of religious sect in a small town in the mid west. He had always preached of the highest ideal to his congregation, mostly made up of family and friend in the small town. He was quite respected at the man of authority, a man of god, are none ever questions his interpretation of the holy book. Personally he could have asked them for practically anything and they would have gladly given it.

Today it was different though. For some reason his eyes were on his young niece, the prettiest girl in the town, could be the state for that matter. She was there mingling with a boy in the back. If it was any other girl, maybe he would have ignored it, but the belief that he had served their lord tirelessly for the last 15 years of his life. He should be rewarded with an angel like her. He didn't care that she was his niece, the idea, the feeling that he had the power to make such a law possible. Still he needed to have the affection of his niece.

He spoke a bit louder. The tall man, standing at 6'1 voice easily traveled to the back of the room. "You may think he is watching, but he sees everything, he know everything in your heart." He focused on his niece eyes to ensure she got the message that he was preaching for her. Maybe she was having dirty thought about the boy who she sat by. He slide the rag over his wet forehead. His dirty blonde hair, slicked back and glittered. "Even if you have a sinful thought, he would know, and he would judge you!"

He wanted to speak to her at that moment, but he had to settle for a reaction to his piercing eyes.
 
Venice was loyal to her uncle's ways. And to God's ways. She never had a boyfriend, even though many tried to be. She just thought she wasn't ready.

Today, she sat in the main congregation room of the church. She was talking to one boy she knew outside of church. She heard her uncle's voice and turned to watch him. He was amazing. Both has an uncle and a pastor. She listened to him and as he looked at her, she thought she did something wrong. She brushed her blonde hair back and continued to watch and listen
 
Peter made contact with her eyes and she seem oblivious what he was thinking about. He knew she had a strong will for the teaching of his word, but he was blissfully aware that she was coming of age. Her interest in the boy faded with his words and he maintained he stare with her, throughout the remainder of the sermon.

Peter felt he had to act quickly as with all the attention she got because of her beauty, he was certain she would sooner or later be interested in a guy. Quite boldly he called out. "Venice, may I see you for a moment!"
 
Venice watched her uncle continue the sermon. She thought about that boy behind her. He was awfully cute and he was nice. She heard her uncle call her up. She nodded and flattened out her skirt. She stood up and walked up to the front.
 
Peter knew she was thinking about the cute boy behind her, the way she adjusted her clothing, almost wanting to appear perfect for her admirer. He stood at the front, the members filing out, including her parents who were at the front. He assume no one bothered with his request. They probably all assume he wanted to point out something to the beautiful young woman and nothing more.

"I'll bring her home Bob!" A word to his brother who had Venice mother in his arm. The man just nodded and proceeded outside the church passing his daughter on the way.

"I noticed you were sitting next to a boy and not your parents Venice." His words were not rough, more casual tone just pointing out the fact. "You do know that sin starts with temptation, even now you may think it's innocent, but maybe you think he's cute, maybe funny, charming" He kept his eyes firmly on the prized angel of the town as he preached to her. "You are one person I do not wish to have the devil take your soul!" The calm tone vanished and the last sentence was apocalyptic with doom associated with it.
 
Venice smiled up at her dad and nodded to her uncle's words to him. She looked up at her uncle and bit her lip. She blushed softly and looked down. "I know, uncle." She whispered and her eyes widen at his last words. "U-uncle, you know I wouldn't let that happen."
 
Peter smiled as she seem so innocent, so naive at the fact. There were only a couple of person still in the room, something that just made him more aware of how he choose his words. He moved closer, an arm over her shoulder as he brought down his head to a mere inches away from her. She was indeed very pretty, flawless skin, bright blue eyes, soft smooth golden hair.

"I know you have the will Venice, but the devil is a crafty soul. Tell me, do you not find him attractive, a feeling that you would want to impress him, to make him smile at you?" He was describing a general infatuation feeling which he assume she had for her male friend.
 
Venice didn't like the sound of his voice earlier. It seemed like he was trying to get a point across to her. She bit her lip and inhaled sharply as he moved his face close to hers. She blushed deeply at his question. She thought about it for a second. "I-I do. He's so nice to me. Uncle, I don't think he would do anything bad." She glanced up at him and wondered what he was trying to prove
 
"That is how it starts!" He kept the closeness to her as the color in her face changed. "See Venice, sin starts from something as simple as that, and it grows and grows, and before you know it, you would be on your way to hell!" Peter took a look around the room. It wasn't empty and he choose to move her to somewhere more private.

"Follow me, I'll show you what I mean!" He led her into his office room.
 
"Uncle-" She managed out and decided to keep her mouth shut. She looked down, uncertain if she should try running out. She didn't like being yelled out. She nodded, understanding what he meant.

She looked up at her uncle as he pulled her to his office. "Uncle, please, you know I wouldn't let that happen. I want to go home." She tried pleading with him.
 
"You don't understand Venice, men can be demanding, it can be hard to resist!" He closed the door behind him. A smile brewed on his face as he looked vividly at her body. "You see princess. You may have a strong mind, but if your body is weak. What would you do?"

He had to act now, that was the thought dictating his actions. He moved closer, both his hands gripped her shoulder and pulled her into his body. He giving her a taboo kiss on her lips.
 
She looked back at the door as he closed it. No one was in the church either than him and her. She turned her gaze back at her uncle and bit her lip, not knowing how to answer.

She shivered slightly as he pulled her closer to him. Her eyes widened as he placed a kiss on her lips. She pulled away harshly and rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand. "Uncle! W-what was that?!" She breathed hard, a blush of humiliation on her pale cheeks
 
"It was a test!" He watched her wipe his kiss off her lips. "You know it was wrong, don't you?" He moved again. "Have you kissed that boy before?" He was suggesting that because of her action she knew about kisses. "What else have you done with that boy?"
 
Venice tried not to panic right in front of her uncle. She looked up at him and bit her lip. "I have kissed him before. We haven't gotten any further than kissing and holding hands." She frowned and looked down at her feet
 
He narrowed his eyes on her. "I wish I could believe you, but I have to test you again Venice!" He pushed her back on the table. Firmly he turned her around, bending her over the table. A firm hand pressed in the middle of her back as the other hand is behind her knee. "These are holy hands, you need not fear them!" Slowly he moved it up, brushing against her inner legs as her dress is lifted by his huge hand.
 
"Uncle, please. I'm telling the truth!" She gasped as she was pushed onto the table. Her stomach laid flat on the table. She started to panic as she felt his hands against her legs. She whimpered and turned her gaze towards her leg. She gasped again as he lifted her skirt. "Uncle, p-please stop." She begged and fought back tears
 
He stopped a mere inched below he pussy. The wide hand touching both inner legs. "Why do you want me to stop? Are you scare I may discover you have done more?" He lowered his head and gave a disappointed shake. "I expected you, the most religious person I know, to have more faith in her virtues. Its clear from your fear, you don't have any!"

He was curious if she would be as smooth as her leg, or maybe she is indeed unaware of grooming down there. He waited for her response to his twisted arguement for touching her there.
 
"Yes. I haven't done anything! Please Uncle. I swear, I haven't gone that far with him." She whimpered and glanced back at him. She indeed groomed down there. Her mother told her too even though she knew no one wasn't going to peek at it other than Venice and her mother. She inhaled sharply, waiting to see if his hands would move closer
 
His fingers twitch from side to side slyly stroking the smooth legs. The other hand firm on her back making sure she can't escape the position. He wanted her to see his logic. "So if you haven't done anything, why are you scared of me testing you there?" He paused as he had the perfect reason to doubt her. "I would have believed you Venice, but didn't you just hide the fact that you kissed a boy!" He smiled as he thought the logic was flawless.
 
She moved her gaze away from his hands, not wanting to see what her 'uncle' would do to her. She bit her lip. "I-I don't want you taking my virginity away." She murmured back and shook lightly. She didn't know how to respond to that. She just looked back at him, her eyes pleading with him to not go any further
 
He grinned at her clueless response. "Can I take your virginity with my hand? I just want to test if its still there!" He laughed a little louder as his hand pushed up and pressed at her panties. He could feel she was clean and his fingers slid against her pussy lips. "I just need to know if there is something to block my fingers!!"
 
Her eyes widened. "N-no. It's there uncle! I swear! Please believe me." She whimpered and gasped as she felt his hand run across her pussy lips. She shut her eyes and felt tears running down her cheeks. "Please believe me. There's something there."
 
His thick digits tracing over her panties and as expected they hooked at the fabric, pulling it to the side as Peter holy fingers brush across her smooth pussy. God it felt heavenly smooth, a tingle jolting through his body. That tingle ended with a throb in his growing cock.

"Don't fear my hand Venice, they do the work of the lord! Look can't you see he is watching us?" He nodded his head to guide her eyes to the sculpture above them on the wall
 
She whimpered and gasped when he pulled her panties to the side. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to even out her breaths. She opened her eyes again when he started talking. She glanced at the statue and felt horrible, being in this position with her own uncle behind her
 
His fingers slowly started to play, to tease, sliding between the folds of her flesh sliding up and down. He could see the torment in her eyes, feel the tension on her restrained body. Clearly she felt it was wrong, but he knew she was at the age where her hormones were high. He lowered his tone. "The lord has a plan for everything, he knows what is suppose to happen before it even does!" A smirk on his whispering words. "I know the reason why he is making me do this to you, but do you know why he is allowing this?" Words to let her feel the act is sanctioned by the all knowing.

His fingers on a slide upwards stops on the little lump of flesh hidden between her folds and with a little more pressure, lightly grinds against it in a circular motion.
 
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