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Simon locked the door behind him with a hum.
The trailer was dark.
When he sighed, the tension left his shoulders and he rolled his neck, cracking it. The sound went off like firecrackers, and he couldn't help but grin. First he kicked off his shoes, then he checked the kitchen. The digital clock read 11:07, and he could make out a note on the counter. He squinted at it, at his wife's childlike scrawl telling him that there was casserole in the fridge for him, at her assurance of her love, then set it down again. He ignored the casserole and opted for a beer.
His footsteps were quiet as he padded down the hallway toward his wife's drunken snores. Simon looked in on her, head under the pillow, limbs splayed- he shook his head with a fond smile, took another drink, and then turned to the next door.
Vicki's door opened without a sound, and he shut it behind him. It was a tiny room, barely two steps and he was looming over her bed. The street light was right outside, which meant that Simon didn't even have to turn on a light. Vicki was curled in on herself, her face turned away from him toward the window, one hand reaching out on the sheet. Simon took a long drink, his eyes taking her in carefully.
He set the beer down and yanked his cock out, casually palming the weight of it and working it with a heated groan. The little slut didn't even pause in her breathing and Simon's mouth grew wet, and his eyes got hot as his cock got hard. Simon peeled back her blanket, grinning at the sight of her rucked up nightgown. "Pretty pink panties," he cooed, and with both hands peeled them off her, "on a pretty pink pussy," he finished, stuffing her panties into his jean pockets. One hand drifted up her chubby thighs, and his fingers toyed with her pussy, dipping in carefully. He climbed over her, looming still, licking his lips.
Vicki's pussy was a wonder of the world- velvet heat that shouldn't be able to take the abuse it did, Simon was transfixed by it. Like a bruised peach it was between her legs, swollen and used and agitated, but
Still so fuckin tight, he gritted his teeth. She made an animal out of him, and he had to resist the urge to rut his hips like a fucking dog. Wordlessly, he pinched at her little clit, working his thumb over the little pearl like a prayer stone. When she started to squirm, and when he felt the barest amount of arousal, he moved, slamming one hand, still wet with her own pussy juice, over her face, silencing her confused shriek.
"Hey, baby," he grunted, smiling, ignoring her struggling as he maneuvered; her legs thrown on either side of his hips, her nightgown shoved up almost to her neck (but certainly exposing her baby titties). He placed her limbs where he wanted, heedless of her struggle as he scooted her up his thighs and braced himself. When she began to flail, he shook her by the face three times in warning, letting it rock herself stupid for a second. "Now don't be like that," he scolded, "Uncle Simon's had a long day at work and he wants to spend some quality time with Suzy, okay?" It was only when he saw the tears welling in her eyes that Simon slammed in, watching her eyes bug open with horror and pain. Beneath his hand her mouth struggled, and Simon felt it was reasonable to shove three fingers down her throat, the movement smooth. He watched the bulge in her throat with the same fascination he always did.
The velvet heat around his dick felt like heaven- warm and wet and so tight, he curled forward, just a little to watch the press of his cockhead against her flat little tummy. "Suzyyy," he groaned, grinding painfully into her, watching her thighs tremble like scared horseflesh, "there you are baby," he moaned, pulling out and fucking in again. He worked her throat carelessly, for the noise more than anything else.
By now Vicki knew better than to kick too hard and was at the mercy of her stepfather, a fact that made his balls twitch with satisfaction as he worked to find the best rhythm tonight.
"Suzy baby," he praised, "you're so good for me, did you miss me?" He eyed Vicki, smirking. When he had her eager green eyes pinned, he experimentally removed his soaked fingers from her throat, telegraphing the movement. When the little fuckbag didn't scream, he positioned his hands on her hips. "Tell me that Suzy missed me, Vicki," he cooed, stroking her hips with his thumbs.
She was red in the face with pain and arousal, the best look on her really, and finally she croaked, in a voice thick so thick with tears that Simon's hands spasmed before he could stop himself, "Suzy missed you, Uncle Simon." She whispered, swallowing.
He started fucking her again, slow, careful. "I don't know, Vicki, you don't sound too sure."
"She missed you Uncle Simon!" Vicki promised feverishly.
As a reward, he adjusted her pace, pulling out farther, and slamming in harder, enjoying the clap of skin, the slight jiggle, the little hitch in her breath. "What did she miss, Vicki?" He grunted, moving her instead, pushing her off when he pulled out, pulling her back on the up thrust, he enjoyed the clack of her teeth and way the whites of her eyes rolled. "Tell me what Suzy missed!"
"Yer cock!" She squealed, sounding like a shook up soda can, "Suzy miss'd yer cock!"
The bed slammed into the wall behind it, and he could see the window vibrate too. It egged him on, the thump of the bed, the slap of skin, the whimper. "Yeah she did." He grunted. "Miss Suzy-Q missed my big fat cock, huh baby? She miss me drilling into her, working her wet and sloppy?"
"Yes!" She screamed. Inspired, Simon slapped her, hard, he watched the color bloom across her face almost faster than the noise, and fucked her harder at the sound of her pain- and the way her cunt tightened.
"Don't worry Suzy," he promised sweetly, leaning down to nip at her bruised nipples, "Uncle Simon's off night work soon and then Mommy goes back on thirds so it'll be you and me again and again and again," he laughed sadistically, timing his thrusts with every again, watching the hitch in her chest and the fear on her beautiful little face.
When he came, he bit her again, and when she wouldn't stop crying he fucked her throat with his fingers, smearing her face with snot and spit when he was fully satisfied.
Simon finished his beer and pissed, washed his hands and his face. He decided to get another beer, and, staring at the holy light of the refrigerator, he grinned. He grabbed another bottle from the very back. He took care that his steps were heavy and sure, and leaned against the doorway until he saw Vicki looking at him. Then he took a long drink, letting his throat bob in the dark. He didn't know if Vicki could see, but it was the little details.
He set down the first bottle and opened the second when he stepped back in the room, plugging the opening with. He pulled her forward like you might yank a frog leg, ignoring her scream. "Shut the fuck up, Vic," he said mildly, yanking her bottom half up off the mattress.
Simon couldn't deny that he was a freak- he was fascinated by the mess, by the leaking cum, the bruises, the newly swollen flesh of her little pussy. It felt right to flip the icy bottle and just, position it.
For once the little idiot didn't cry, but she would.
"You wake your mother and I'll take it out of your cunt and your asshole." He warned, kissing the heel of her foot. Then he shoved the bottle home.
He left her biting into her pillow, the bottle duct taped inside her, fighting against the cold douche torturing her.