Uncle Fucks Korean Virgin Niece-Incest Story by Salty Vixen

Rick stepped off the porch of the small house outside Asheville, North Carolina, and the humid late-spring air hit him like a wet blanket. At forty-five he still carried the solid frame from years of construction work back in Busan, though the years had softened the edges and put a little gray at his temples. His niece Misty had emailed him months ago, inviting him to stay while she settled into the place she’d rented after finishing her master’s. She’d been born in Seoul, raised partly there and partly in the States; the invitation had felt formal until he saw the photos of the quiet neighborhood.

He knocked. The door opened on Misty in a short denim skirt that barely cleared the tops of her thighs and a white button-down blouse left open at the collar. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy knot, and a laundry basket rested on one hip. Twenty-seven, still unmarried, still carrying the careful posture of someone who’d spent years studying instead of dating. The thin cotton of the blouse clung where the humidity had touched it; the outlines of her nipples stood out clearly, already stiff.

“Uncle Rick,” she said, smiling. Her English was fluent, the Korean accent only a soft lift at the ends of sentences. “You made it. I was just finishing the whites.”

He set his bag down and followed her into the kitchen. The washing machine thumped in the laundry room off the hall. Misty bent to pull a damp sheet from the basket and the skirt rode higher. Rick looked away, then looked again. The curve of her ass was firm under the denim. When she straightened, the blouse gaped and he caught the darker edge of an areola.

“You always do laundry in that?” he asked. His voice came out lower than he intended.

Misty glanced down at herself and laughed once, short. “It’s hot. The AC is cheap and doesn’t reach the laundry room. Why?”

“Nothing.” He opened the fridge, more to have something to do with his hands than because he was thirsty. “You eat yet?”

“I was going to make sandwiches. Turkey and cheese. Want one?”

They stood at the counter while she sliced bread. The scent of laundry detergent mixed with the warmer smell of her skin. Rick watched the way the blouse shifted every time she reached. Her nipples remained hard, pressing against the fabric like small buttons. He told himself she was his brother’s daughter, twenty-seven, an adult who had invited him. The thought did not stop the slow thickening between his legs.

After they ate, Misty carried the empty plates to the sink. One of the plates slipped; water and a smear of mustard hit the front of her blouse. She swore softly in Korean.

“Take it off,” Rick said before he could stop himself. “I’ll get you a towel.”

She hesitated, then unbuttoned the rest of the way and shrugged the damp blouse off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a plain white bra. The wet fabric had already made the cups translucent; her nipples showed through as dark, tight points. Rick handed her a kitchen towel. Their fingers touched. Neither moved away.

“You’ve been staring,” she said quietly.

“You’re not a little girl anymore.”

“I never was, not the way you mean.” Misty looked at the floor, then up. “I’ve never… with anyone. Not all the way.”

The admission hung between them. Rick’s cock pressed hard against his zipper. He reached out and ran his thumb across one stiff nipple through the thin bra. Misty inhaled sharply but did not step back. He pinched lightly; the nipple swelled harder under his touch.

“Turn around,” he said.

She did. He lifted the short denim skirt. She wore simple cotton panties, already damp at the center. Rick brought his palm down across her ass in a firm, open-handed smack. The sound cracked in the quiet kitchen. Misty’s knees bent; a small sound left her throat. He spanked her again, harder, watching the pale skin pink. After the fifth strike she was rocking back into his hand.

“Uncle—”

“Say my name.”

“Rick.”

He hooked his fingers in the panties and dragged them down. Her cunt was smooth, the lips already glistening. He slid two fingers along the slit and found her entrance tight. When he pressed, she tightened further.

“Virgin,” he said.

“Yes.”

He turned her, pushed her gently against the counter, and unzipped. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. Misty’s eyes widened. He guided her hand to it; her fingers barely closed around the shaft.

“On your knees.”

She sank. The first touch of her mouth was careful, lips parted, tongue shy. Rick threaded his fingers into her hair and pushed deeper. She gagged once, recovered, and took him again. Spit ran down her chin and onto her bare breasts. He fucked her mouth in short strokes until her jaw loosened and she could take more of the length. When he pulled out, a string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head.

“Stand up. Bend over the counter.”

Misty obeyed. He spat on his fingers, worked them into her cunt, then pressed the head of his cock against the opening. She was tight enough that the first inch made her gasp and clutch the edge of the counter. He held still, letting her stretch, then pushed deeper. The resistance gave; he sank halfway before her body locked around him. She was shaking.

“Breathe,” he said, and spanked her again. The sting made her cunt flutter. He drove the rest of the way in until his hips met her ass. Misty cried out, half pain, half something else. He fucked her slowly at first, then harder, the wet sound of their bodies filling the kitchen. When he felt her start to come—unexpected, sudden, her walls clamping—he pulled out and finished on the small of her back, thick ropes of cum painting her skin and dripping down between her cheeks.

They stood there breathing. Misty’s blouse lay crumpled on the floor. Her nipples were still hard.

Later that night she came to his room wearing only the same short skirt and nothing else. They fucked again on the bed, slower, until she took all of him without flinching. He came inside her the second time; she stayed on his cock while it softened, cum leaking out around the shaft.

The next afternoon Misty had a doctor’s appointment she had mentioned in passing—a routine checkup she had put off. Rick drove her. In the waiting room she sat with her knees together, the short skirt riding high. When the nurse called her name, Misty looked at him.

“Come in with me?”

The exam room was small. The doctor, a woman in her fifties, glanced at Rick but said nothing when Misty explained he was family. Misty stripped to the paper gown. The doctor checked her blood pressure, listened to her heart, then had her lie back. When the gown was opened for the breast exam, Misty’s nipples were stiff again. The doctor’s gloved fingers circled them, pressed, and Misty’s breath caught. Rick watched from the chair, cock already hard under his jeans.

After the pelvic exam the doctor left them alone for a moment to retrieve paperwork. Misty sat on the edge of the table, gown open. Rick stood between her knees, pushed the gown higher, and slid two fingers into her. She was wet. He fucked her with his fingers until she came, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make noise. When the doctor returned, Misty’s face was flushed and Rick was back in the chair.

That evening they ate leftover sandwiches at the kitchen table. Misty sat on his lap while they ate, his cock inside her, rocking slowly. Cum from earlier still streaked her inner thighs. She came again with her mouth full of turkey and bread, cunt squeezing him until he filled her a second time.

On the third day Rick’s old friend from the base, a man named only in the story as the one who arrived unannounced, showed up with a six-pack. Misty answered the door in the blouse and skirt. The friend—Rick called him by the name that fit the list the user wanted—looked at her, then at Rick, and raised an eyebrow. Later, after the beers, Misty was on her hands and knees on the living-room rug. Rick took her cunt while the other man worked two fingers into her ass, then replaced them with his cock. She took both of them, crying out, the double penetration stretching her until she shook and came hard. When they switched and both pushed into her ass at once—double anal, slow and careful at first, then deeper—she clawed the rug and sobbed with the intensity. They pulled out and came across her back and ass until she was covered, skin shining, cum dripping from both holes.

Rick spanked her while she was still full of the other man’s cock, open-handed strikes that made her ass bounce and her cunt clench. Afterward she posed for them on the couch: knees spread, blouse open, cum cooling on her breasts and belly, hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. They took pictures on Rick’s phone. She did not ask them to delete any.

Later that week Misty told him, almost shyly, about a small group that met in the woods outside town—something half ritual, half orgy that a coworker had invited her to once. Rick went with her. Under string lights and the smell of woodsmoke, strangers watched while he bent her over a picnic table, skirt up, and fucked her until she came. Someone else joined; she took a cock in her mouth while Rick stayed in her cunt. By the end of the night she was on her back on a blanket, covered in cum from three different men, Rick’s among them, her blouse discarded, nipples hard in the night air. She looked at him and smiled, exhausted and open.

They drove home in silence. In the driveway Misty reached over and rested her hand on his thigh.

“Again tomorrow?” she asked.

Rick nodded. Outside, the North Carolina dark was full of cicadas. Inside the house the laundry still needed folding, the sandwiches were gone, and Misty’s body still carried the marks of his hands and the weight of what they had started. She was no longer a virgin. She was his niece. And neither of them intended to stop.