Chapter 11: 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.

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’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 parole. What had happened was, Buck had seen a ten-year-old 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, early 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. She had typical fourteen-year-old boobs alright. 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. 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, thin. 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 little girl tits he’d just seen. That bare skin in her open shirt. His cock was getting bigger by the second. He replayed her going up the stairs; her tight, young girl butt wiggling as she did. He rubbed himself some. When he finished the pot, he set it down, reached to the cupboard and pulled down the olive oil. He poured some into his palm, then rubbed it on his cock, still hard from his earlier encounter with Kendra. Fourteen-year-old Kendra. Those tits appeared again to him. He was going to see those tits of hers; those 14-year-old tits. He stroked his big cock now, deciding it was big enough and hard enough for this.