Potential (loli futa, balls, size)

Story by samuelmighty

Hello. I'm an on and off reader of the stories here. Finally decided to try writing my own, one that's been brewing in my mind for a while now. Here it is, please let me know what you think.

NB: I'm the kind of person who often finds myself not enjoying a certain story because I don't like the character's appearance, or get bored when too much time is spent describing every last detail of someone's appearance. So a combination of that and the fact that I'm pretty lazy means I won't be going too in depth describing how each character looks, just general body types etc. Feel free to imagine them however you want.

Morgan’s school had started teaching them about how to avoid sex offenders. It was funny how much the descriptions they gave fit her 38 year old uncle Rob to a T. It was even funnier that, by virtue of his sexual involvement with her 12 year old self, he was one of these ‘predators’ she had to watch out for at all times despite the fact that at almost every turn she had been the one to pressure him into shady shenanigans.

Sure it had started harmlessly enough, her asking him the questions about her body that her single mother was too uncomfortable to answer. But eventually she found herself asking him to show her his penis just so she could compare it to hers. He vehemently refused at first, but his deeply adored niece’s persistent pleading so she could confirm she was normal won out and he showed her. The next time he visited she asked to see him erect, he endured the same cycle of nagging before he relented and showed her. Then she asked him to check if she was normal, and later she asked to see him cum, and the rest was history.

And now Morgan sat by the window eagerly awaiting her beloved uncle’s return. He’d been away for almost 2 years on a tour of duty and Morgan couldn’t wait to see him again. She had a surprise for him this time. When a taxi finally rolled up she burst out the door and near tackled him to the ground with her running hug.

“Hey! Who is this? I was expecting to see my sweet little niece not get attacked by some random grown ass woman!” despite saying that he wrapped his free arm around her in a half embrace, while his other hand kept his oversized backpack slung over his shoulder.

“You idiot, it’s me!”

“Heh heh, I know. I’d recognise that monkey face anywhere.”

“Oh shut up!” Morgan kept her face pressed up against his broad chest to keep him from seeing the tears that were threatening to start flowing. For some reason she had started getting anxious that he might have changed after his trip, like he’d be a traumatised war veteran or something even though he never saw any real action, but he was still the gruff goofball she loved so much. The only person who had ever fully accepted her. She felt her mother’s body press into her back as she came in to hug her step-brother.

“Thank God Rob. I know it’s selfish but I really need to get going. I promise I’ll welcome you properly when I get back. Hey! Hold up, I need a ride!” the last part was shouted at the taxi driver who had started pulling out, “Did you only bring a backpack?”

“Yeah, I have some clothes here so I’ll be good. That is if this little bugger remembered to wash them!” He ruffled Morgan’s hair with those words. Again the young girl found herself averting her face, this time to hide her blush. She’d washed his clothes, several times in fact. Each time afterwards she’d ironed them and put them carefully away, then come back some days later and taken a few to… keep her company. They’d always need to be washed again afterwards.

Morgan’s mother was climbing into the back of the taxi as she spoke, “Alright then. The place is yours, I should be back in the morning. Ciao.” And with that she was off. Morgan hated how her mother would always just be in and out of the house. At first she had believed her mother when she said she had to work all the time to make extra money after her father died, but Morgan was older now and knew no accounting job should need her mother to disappear every Friday and Saturday evening dressed in the kind of clothes and heels she was wearing. Morgan and Rob stood in the front yard, each mulling silently to themselves about her mother’s behaviour, before Rob suggested they head inside.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Morgan whispered as they made their way to the door.

“And what’s that?”

“You’ll see! It’s a good surprise so don’t be worried.” she replied impishly.

“Huh. Well, I have one for you too.”

The evening was great. Morgan showed Rob her new games, they had pizza for supper and ended it off cuddled on the so

... more on the forums ...