Chapter 1: Uncle Buck

Uncle Buck Stinson was 47 years old, weighed just under 300 pounds, stood six feet tall. At 47, he was almost, but not quite, homeless and broke. He had a part-time job at the supermarket, but it hardly paid the bills in this dump of an apartment. His only diversion was his desire for young girls. He had a computer and a free internet hookup, so he was constantly jerking off to little girl pictures in the pre-teen bikini ads. His old computer had a decent paint program, so he would spend hours taking pictures of young girls posing in bikini ads, and change them into nudes. It was his hobby. Buck was a pervert and happy with that.

One day, Buck got a call from his sister Karen. While they weren’t very close, he was her last hope tonight for a babysitter. It was unusual for his sister to talk to him at all- he was actually the ‘loser’ kid in their family of six. His sister had a big date (she was divorced now), and she told Buck she’d give him fifty bucks to watch her kid, Kendra, for a few hours. Buck vaguely remembered a five-year-old kid. Being as Buck was practically unemployed, he quickly accepted. What Karen didn’t know, was that recently Buck had been put on parole by the Illinois Department of Corrections. He’d been arrested for Lewd & Lascivious Acts Involving a Minor, and being as it was his first offense, he’d gotten off with just probation. What had happened was, Buck had seen a young girl go into a rest room. He went in behind her, molested her some, but a woman walked in and caught him in the act. He’d managed to keep the arrest, hearing and conviction from his family by telling the court he had no family.

That evening, Buck rang the doorbell. A young teen girl answered the door. When he walked in, what he saw was instant boner: Little Kendra was now fourteen years old. She moved over by the stairs as her mother rushed to leave; Uncle Buck stood next to her; glancing down at her front occasionally. She had on an oversized shirt, open except for two or three buttons at the bottom. The shirt, from his higher perspective, left little to the imagination. Holy smokes, this young girl had some big firm titties for her age; a detail he noticed right away. Karen dashed out the door, closing it, saying as she did, “I’ll be home by midnight!”

Buck turned and stared at the young girl. She was about 5’ 2”, maybe 100 pounds. A little chunky, but in all the right places. She moved her arms closer, trying to close the shirt some. This only made her cleavage become even more pronounced. She said, nervously, “Uh, well, um, I’m going to go to my room and study...” Kendra turned, jogged up the stairs. Beneath her shirt she only had on some small gym shorts. Buck stared at her going up the stairs. Her legs were young and luscious looking. Her butt looked fucking amazing. He watched it wiggle back and forth as she jogged up the steps. His twisted mind thought she was shaking it on purpose, when actually her hips were just well into puberty. His mind went blank. He knew instantly what was next. He walked to the kitchen, his mind in an entirely different world now. Without much thought, he stood in the kitchen and pulled a small Viagra pill from his wallet. He got a fancy imported beer from the fridge, washed down the Viagra. Next, he carefully got completely undressed. His mind thought of nothing, just blank as he took everything off, filled his pipe with some pot; smoked it by the back door in the cool evening air. He closed his eyes and thought about those girl’s tits he’d just seen. That bare skin in her open shirt. His cock was getting bigger by the second. Mindlessly he took the cooking oil and put some in his hand; began stroking himself. He replayed her going up the stairs; her tight, young girl butt wiggling as she did. When he finished the pot, he set it down. Fourteen-year-old Kendra. Those tits appeared again to him. He was going to see those tits of hers; those fourteen-year-old tits. He stroked his big cock now, deciding it was big enough and hard enough for this. Though he was hardly living in reality, he knew enough to slow down. Save the real hard-on for later. Buck turned, walked completely naked slowly to the stairs and up to her room, slowing massaging his ball sack as he did.

Kendra sat on her bed, headphones on, listening to a book for her homework, writing a composition at the same time in her notebook. Suddenly the door opened next to her; Uncle Buck walked in, creepy Uncle Buck, and Holy Shit! He was completely naked! Kendra stared wide-eyed; mouth falling open. He turned towards her. She quickly sat up straight as he did, skidding backwards across the bed. He grabbed her arm; she yelled, “Hey!”, but he quickly slapped her, once, twice, four times hard across the face. Her face hurt bad; throbbed from it. Her thoughts were a complete blur. He shoved her down onto the bed, gripping her neck as he did; still gripping her one arm tightly. Kendra struggled to get a breath of air, grabbing at his arm on her throat. “You be quiet, Kendra. You be quiet. We gonna play a little game, called Strip. Now, I’ve done my part. Now you do yours, or I swear I’ll fucking tell your mom what a slut you are.” As he spoke, he kept clutching her neck tighter until she couldn’t breathe at all. Then he suddenly let her go, raised his hand. Kendra cringed backward. He grabbed her again, yanked her up from the bed. “I said, strip, cunt!” He yelled at her, but his eyes were just staring blankly. It was so damn creepy. Kendra was more scared now than she’d ever been before in her life.

Why was her Uncle Buck doing this? What was he going to do? Her mind started to clear somewhat, and what was going on was terrifying. She saw him holding his iPhone, either taking pictures or recording a video. Did he just want to take pictures? What a freak! Suddenly, he grabbed her shirt; yanked her very close. “Ah said strip, cunt! Now strip, or I’ll give you the beating of your life.” She cringed back some again, legs tightly together, eyes still wide with fear. Slowly, her whole body shaking, slowly she undid the two buttons on her shirt and then slowly eased it off. Her boobs were out there now; she covered herself with her arms. Bastard.

“Now the shorts, kid.” Slowly, getting madder, Kendra slowly took off the shorts. As she did, he asked her if she was indeed just fourteen years old. She slowly nodded yes, kept asking why was he was doing this. The moment she got her shorts down past her hips he pushed her back down on her bed; grabbed her legs with both arms, lifted them up, pulling her close to his fat, naked body. She screamed some, but he slapped her again. She got quiet. She couldn’t help but notice his fat dick; it was all shiny. With his hands, he grabbed her shorts, yanked them the rest of the way off of her. She now lay by the edge of the bed, naked, her legs up high, his thing now gently touching her vagina. She’d never been naked in front of a boy before, definitely not a grown-up. She felt helpless, nude in front of this very fat man, her own Uncle Buck. Oh God, was he going to rape her? Oh my God, he was! She began screaming, “No! Uncle Buck, no! I’m only fourteen! Uncle Buck, no! Don’t! Please...” She thrashed about her legs, trying to get her thighs together again.