After my divorce, I moved back to my hometown. My parents were retired, so they only spent part of their year there - the rest in Arizona - but my sister and her family lived there. I needed family around me because the divorce was pretty traumatic.
I was in my late thirties and I'd always stayed in pretty good shape, but I joined a gym because someone told me that it was a good place to meet women. It wasn't, but I discovered that I like wearing myself out with the exercise and sleeping dreamlessly so I stuck with my workouts.
My sister's kids were both in high school when I moved home. It seemed like my niece blossomed from a gawky thirteen-year-old with a spray of freckles into an eighteen-year-old knockout overnight.
Kristie was a petite blond with a slender, athletic body. I assumed that the hair color came out of a bottle, but with her light skin it looked very natural. She was slender, but very shapely. Her legs were lean and athletic, but not stick thin. Her hips had filled out, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. I guessed that her breasts were in the 32 or 34B range. Maybe C cup, I'd never been a very good judge of that sort of thing. They looked like a little more than a handful, though.
I had to be careful not to stare at her for too long. There's a fine line between cool uncle and lecherous creep.
After Kristie graduated, she decided to go to college in the southern part of the state. She had saved all her money from Christmas, her eighteenth birthday, and graduation, but she was still hoping for some extra cash. However, she didn't want to lose out on her summer by getting a part-time job. Instead, she offered to mow the lawns in her neighborhood. When I saw her in a cut-off T-shirt and shorts mowing the lawn of one of the neighborhood bachelors, I figured that she would earn the money she wanted. I also asked her if she would be interested in mowing my lawn for me.
"It's all the way across town, Uncle Mike."
"You can use my mower. It's a big lawn, so I'll pay you twenty dollars." It wasn't that big a lawn, I just wanted to see more of her. Especially after she stretched up, exposing even more of her flat stomach and the bottom edge of a hot-pink bra.
"Okay. But not today, I'm going to the mall with some friends. Tomorrow."
"Deal."
* * * *
The next morning, I woke up with a high fever and a pounding headache. The last thing on my mind was my niece coming over to mow my lawn, so I was curious when the doorbell rang. I thought maybe it was UPS or something. I opened the door to find my niece in jeans and a T-shirt (it was cloudy and a little cooler). I was too ill to be disappointed.
"Uncle Mike, are you okay? You look all flushed."
"I've got a cold. I forgot you were coming over or I'd have taken the mower out of the garage."
"That's okay. Why don't you go lay down? You really don't look good." I would have laughed at her lack of tact if I didn't feel as bad as she made me sound.
"I'm going to go soak in the tub. The mower is right by the door, the gas can is on the shelf above it. The garage is unlocked, I think, otherwise the key is hanging by the back door."
"Okay. I'll check on you when I'm done."
"Thanks, Kris."
I was renting a split-level house from a guy that was living in Singapore for a year. It was in a neighborhood that I couldn't have afforded otherwise. The yard was surrounded by a privacy fence and the neighbors on one side of my yard were out of town. I hadn't met the lady on the other side, but I'd seen her out in her yard, puttering around in her flowerbed. It was my unprofessional opinion that if she hadn't been on Noah's ark, she would have drown. This lady wasn't just old, she was ancient. Strange things go through your mind when you have a fever, I thought, as I collected my thoughts.
I heard the mower start running as I got into the tub. The water felt great on my sore muscles and I drifted off. I was too sick to even fantasize about my sweet, little niece. The water was starting to get chilly when I woke up. I reached up with one toe and spun the hot water knob. My balls were itching, and I started to scratch them just as I heard my niece say, "Uncle Mike, you okay?"
The design of my house put my bathroom below ground level. The window looked out on the yard, but with the privacy fence, that wasn't a problem - unless your niece was looking in the window.
"Oh, oh, sorry," she said, and I saw her jumping back from the window.
"It's okay, Kristie, I'm fine," I said, hoping to minimize her embarrassment. Then it occurred to me what it must have looked like from her point of view. My hand moving quickly by my nether-regions. "Oh, shit," I muttered to myself. Now I was the one embarrassed. Why hadn't I closed the curtains?
"Um, I'm through mowing. Do you want me to use the weed-eater around the fence?" Her voice was coming from somewhere in the vicinity of the middle of the yard.
"That'd be great, Kris. I'm getting out of the tub, so I'll meet you out there in a few."
"No hurry." She sounded worried.
As I dried off and got dressed, I thought of how I could explain myself to her without making it any worse. I wasn't sure that I could, but if I ever wanted us to be able to look each other in the eye, I knew I'd have to try. I popped a few aspirin, a cold pill, and went into the kitchen. I grabbed us each a coke and went out onto the patio to wait for her to finish. It seemed to me like it took her an awfully long time to trash the weeds by the fence, but maybe that was just the medicine kicking in. Finally I saw her come around the corner of the house, equipment in tow. She put the mower, gas can, and weed-eater back into the garage, then walked toward me. Just as I'd thought, she wasn't making eye contact.
"Have a seat, Kris. Thanks for mowing."
She sat down, still not looking at me. Picking up her coke she said, "You're welcome."
"Look, I'm really embarrassed. I should have closed the shades, but I'm feeling so bad today."
"I didn't know that was a regular window. I thought it was one of those one-way things, or that colored glass, or something, I don't know." She babbled all of that out in about half a second.
"Also, I, uh... Look, this is really embarrassing, but I had an itch. I wasn't... you know." I could feel a burning in my face that had nothing to do with the fever.
She peeked up at me and must have seen that I was telling the truth. "I didn't really see you that good. I mean, I just saw your... oh, Jesus." She gave an uneasy, little giggle, then I started to chuckle, then we were both laughing. Things were alright between us after we shared the laugh.
"I really appreciate you checking up on me," I said. "I'll make sure I close the shades next time I'm taking a bath, especially if I know someone's in my yard. That' was really dumb."
Before she could reply and embarrass either of us again, I said, "Anyway, I really appreciate the job you did on the yard. Here." I gave her forty dollars.
"That's too much, Uncle Mike, I can't." She didn't really try to give the money back, though.
"You need it for college. I've got money coming in. Take it. Make an old man's day."
She flashed me a smile that was so sweetly beautiful that I had to smile back despite how awful I felt. She put the money in her pocket. "Thanks. I really need to get going."
I tipped my coke can toward her and nodded. She walked up to the back door of the house and started to cut through to get to the front where her car was parked. She turned back, "You don't look old, Uncle Mike."
She was gone before I could respond.
* * * *
The weather was pretty dry, so it was two weeks later before I could rationalize calling Kristie to mow again. I called her on Friday night to see if she could come over the next day.
"I can be there about noon, is that okay?"
"Sure. Want me to make us some lunch?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. See you tomorrow, Uncle Mike."
I felt ridiculous the next morning as I debated what to wear. She was coming over to mow, not for a date. I still couldn't get the thought of her stretching and revealing that pink bra to me out of my head. I wondered what she would be wearing. I also wondered what she had thought about seeing me naked. Had she even given it a thought?
When the doorbell rang, I was like one of Pavlov's dogs. My cock was half-erect just from the sound. I opened the door and was a little disappointed to see my niece in knee-length shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. Her cream colored skin looked good enough to eat, but I tried to get my mind off of thoughts like that.
"Lunch first or work?" I asked.
"Work first, I need to work up an appetite."
I walked her out to the back yard where I'd already pulled out the mower and weed eater. "Gassed up and ready to go," I said. Sort of like my hormones, I thought but didn't add.
"Do you mind if I work on my tan while I mow? Your yard is perfect, cause it's all secluded."
"I don't mind. I've got some things to do in my office. Holler if you need anything."
"You aren't taking a bath today?" She sounded embarrassed, but also very curious.
I smiled, wondering what she was thinking. "No, not yet. Maybe later."
She returned my smile, then reached down and pulled off the T-shirt. I had to use my best poker face to keep from reacting. Under the shirt she was wearing a red bikini top that was nothing but strings and two tiny pieces of fabric.
"I just bought this a week ago. I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to wear it at the pool. I thought I'd try it out here first. Does it look alright?"
My brain was screaming, and it wasn't my only body part to react. Was she trying to seduce me in her inexperienced way or was I reading too much into things? I was pretty sure that it was the former.
"You look wonderful. I'm not sure what your mom would say, though."
"She doesn't know I bought it." After she said that, she slid her hands down across her tight, flat stomach and slowly unfastened her shorts. I saw her look up at me from under her bangs, making sure that I was watching her. I was watching, I was helpless not to. She unzipped her shorts and slowly slid them down her legs. She was wearing the matching bottoms. There was a swatch of fabric that was at most two inches wide running up from between her legs. I could see a few stray pubic hairs that had slid out the sides of the bikini, but she must have been almost completely trimmed down there. My mind registered the fact that she really was a natural blond. I dragged my eyes back up to her face.
"I'm not sure you should wear it in public," I said. "I think it makes you look too irresistible."
She smiled, giggled, and then turned her back to me. I gulped. There was only a thin strip of fabric running up the crack of her gorgeous ass. She took a few steps toward the lawn mower and I watched the muscles in her legs and rear flex, tightening and releasing. She was very toned. There was a faint tan line, probably from her old swimsuit, running up her cheeks and I had an almost overpowering urge to lick right along that line. I realized I hadn't been breathing and inhaled raggedly. I even managed to be looking at her face by the time she turned back to me.
"Will you take my shirt and shorts inside with you?"
"Sure." I picked them up and walked toward the house. My cock was at full mast, and I'm sure she'd seen it. I was 99.9% certain she was coming on to me now. If a woman closer to my age, and not related to me, was giving me these signs, I would be back out there right now. I needed to cool off. It was a good plan, but I looked back as I got to the house. Kristie was leaning over to start the mower and her left breast had nearly come free of the confines of the bikini. I could see most of her areola and her nipple was threatening to slip out too. Her nipples were hard, poking at the fabric in a maddening way. She reached up and adjusted the suit, rubbing her hand across her nipple and pinching it. I couldn't take any more, I went into the house.
I watched her out the window for a few minutes, but the sight of those legs and that ass and those gently bobbling breasts was just too much. I went upstairs and masturbated, coming within seconds. I was like a teenager. I sat in my office, staring at my computer screen. The sound of my lawn mower was suddenly an aphrodisiac, working on me like Viagra. When Kristie stopped mowing and started weed-eating, I went down to the kitchen to start fixing lunch. I'd made a tuna casserole the night before and I tossed it in the microwave. Looking across my back yard, I saw my niece stop what she was doing and set the weed-eater down.
She reached down to her side and tugged at the string that held her bikini bottom. It gave a little bit, and she untied it. Spreading it apart, she brought the strings out to the sides, as if measuring them against each other, then began retying it. When she had pulled the strings out, I had an unobstructed side view of her pussy. She had a slim strip of hair - a 'landing strip' - and I couldn't help but think of how it would feel to run my fingers through that soft patch of fur. She quickly finished with the weeds and put everything in the garage. She came skipping into the kitchen, her suit straining to contain her. I wanted to tear the red fabric off her.
"Lunch isn't quite ready," I said. "Ten more minutes?"
"That's okay. Do you mind if I use your shower? I got all hot and sweaty out there."
"Sure. Towels are in the cabinet by the sink. Need anything else?"
I was sure that her eyes dropped to my crotch. "No. I guess not. Not right now."
"Okay."
"Why don't you go check out the job I did on the yard? I trimmed along the edge of the azaleas." Seeing my blank look, she added, "The flowers by the house." I saw her cheeks turn pink as I understood what she was saying. Kristie knew I'd be able to see into the bathroom. She was all but asking me to peek at her in the shower.
"Alright, after I get lunch all set." I was trying to play it cool, but my heart was jack-hammering in my chest.
She walked toward the bathroom. I waited a minute or so, until I heard the water start running, then I went out the back door. I strolled as casually as I could along the edge of the shrubs, trying to make it look like I was actually looking at the job she'd done on them. I came even with the bathroom window and raised my eyes to look in at my niece.
Her back was to me and she was still wearing the bikini. Standing outside the tub, she had pulled the curtain and was fiddling with the water. She must have gotten it to a temperature that she liked. She stepped back from the tub, still with her back to me, and reached up under her hair. She pulled out the ponytail holder and set it on the sink. She fluffed up her hair by bending over and shaking it up over her head. The thin strip of fabric completely disappearing into her crack left me an unobstructed view of her firm, toned, and utterly stunning ass.
She stood and reached up again, this time untying the bikini top and pulling it down. She untied the string from behind her back and let the top drop to the floor. I glanced at the mirror over the sink, but it was already fogged over. I couldn't see her nipples, but I could see the sides of her breasts as she raised her arms up and ran her hands through her hair. I could see her draw a deep breath. She reached down quickly and used one hand on each side to untie her bikini bottom and let it drop to the floor.
Kristie stood for a moment, completely naked, the only movement was the gentle rise of her shoulders as she breathed. She took a sideways step, keeping her back to me as she moved to the shower. She pulled the curtain back and stepped into the tub. The curtain itself was dark, so when she pulled it, I wouldn't even be able to see her outline; however, she left a gap at my end of the bathtub and moved under the spray of the water. I was still looking only at my niece's back, but I could see that her hands were moving over her tight, young body. Her hands ran up and over her breasts, then down her legs.
She washed all the way down her left leg, bending at the waist and giving me another view of her perfect ass. I wasn't certain, but I thought I saw a hint of her pussy lips, too. I couldn't believe that I was standing in my yard, ogling my niece, but I couldn't stop. She stuck her head under the spray from the water and I realized that she knew, or at the least suspected, that I was there. She'd been brave enough to strip, but hadn't been able to turn around and face me yet. She was washing every part of her body that she could without turning toward me. Her hands were on her breasts again and I fantasized that they were my hands lifting and playing with her pert young tits.
Her left hand slipped down between her legs. I watched, fixated, as she lifted her left leg and placed it on the side of the tub. Her hand worked slowly back and forth across her pussy. I didn't think that she was playing with herself; I thought she was just cleaning. My straining cock was painfully aroused. I was desperate to see Kristie's body, but I didn't know how to make it happen. I was thinking about calling her name to see if she would turn toward me when she put her foot back down, gave a little shrug of her shoulders, and turned toward me.
I didn't have time to move away from the window. I knew that she would be able to see me, but I didn't care. Her breasts were perfect globes of creamy whiteness, tipped by small, pink areolas and nipples that were erect and screaming to be suckled. Her blond pussy hair was darker with the water on it. Her legs were slightly parted, giving me a glimpse her pussy lips. My angle was wrong to really see her, but I could tell that her labia were swollen. After staring at her body for maybe fifteen seconds, I looked up at her face. Her elfin features, her slightly upturned nose, full lips, high cheekbones were set with determination as she stood naked before me. She looked like a sex goddess from some epic poem, and I noticed that her eyes were tightly shut.
I dragged myself away from the window by a sheer force of will. I wasn't certain, but I thought that she'd had her eyes closed the entire time she'd been facing me. Maybe it was some twisted form of justice in her mind. She'd seen me, so I should see her. I thought that it was more than that. In fact, I was almost certain it was more than that. I decided that I was going to have to find out. If she wanted me, I definitely wanted her.
I took a few deep breaths to get myself under control then went back into the house. Lunch was ready by that time, so I set out everything we'd need, then went and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Yes?"
"Lunch is ready, Kristie."
"Okay, Uncle Mike. I'll be right there."
I was sitting at the table enjoying a beer when she walked in. I was glad that I had just swallowed, or I might have spit on myself. She was wrapped in a towel and carrying her bikini. "I forgot to ask you for my clothes. Sorry."
"That's okay, Kris. The clothes are on the bench by the door." I pointed. It was odd that I had been staring at her naked only moments before and the sight of her in a towel still had so much power over my libido, but it did. Her legs were exposed to within an inch or two of her pussy and her breasts were trying to spill out over the top of the terry cloth.
"Is it okay if I just stay in the towel? It's really cool after doing all that yard work."
"I don't mind at all. In fact, after we eat, I may just shower and join you that way. It's warm today." She smiled, still unsure of herself. She had no idea the effect she had on men.
"What's up with the bikini?" I asked. "Doesn't seem like something you'd normally wear."
"It's not. I have this friend, Jenna, and she said I could have any guy I wanted if I was wearing it."
"I'm sure she's right."
"She's had more experience with guys than I have, so I ask her advice with stuff like that. I hope you don't mind, but I told her about you." She dropped her eyes to her toes. "About seeing you, I mean."
My heart skipped a beat or two. "Oh yeah?"
"She asked if I liked seeing you... you know, naked." She risked a glance at me, but I didn't say anything. I didn't trust myself to speak. Her next words came out in a rush. "I said I did and she said I should return the favor and see if you'd let me see you again."
She was as red as her tiny bikini when she finished talking.
"Did you know I was watching you today?" I asked, finding my voice. I was also blushing.
"I wasn't sure. I didn't look, I just stood there with my eyes shut while I counted to thirty, then I shut the curtain."
"I left before you closed the curtain, but I was standing there when you got undressed." I waited for her to react, but she didn't say anything. "When you turned around in the shower and faced the window, I, I... Thank you for letting me see you, Kristina. You are a very beautiful woman."
That brought a smile to her face. "You're welcome, Uncle Mike." She considered for a moment then said, "Mike."
I preferred Uncle Mike, I realized. I also realized that I was a complete pervert. "Let's eat while we talk." I served the food.
"How much experience have you had with guys?" I asked. This was a strange conversation, but any time spent talking with a gorgeous, towel-clad woman is time well spent.
"I'm not a virgin, but I've only been with one guy. Neither of us really knew what we were doing. We broke up just after Christmas."
I remembered the guy she'd been seeing. High school jock-type, but he seemed nice enough. I asked, "Does your mom know any of this?"
"God, no. She'd freak out. I can't believe I'm telling you. I feel like I can trust you, though."
Since we'd seen each other naked and I didn't want my sister finding out about it, I figured she was right. I finished my food, more full from butterflies in my stomach than I was from the tuna, and put my plate in the sink. I wasn't sure what to do next. I looked at my niece, boldly letting my eyes wander over the swell of her breasts and the bottom of the towel that barely concealed her crotch. I knew that I would have to make the move. She had done her part by letting me see her and telling me that she liked seeing me. The ball was in my court.
"Your friend thought I'd let you see me naked again?" I asked.
Kristie nodded.
"On one condition," I replied.
She was cautious, which I thought was probably wise. "What's that?"
"That you call me Uncle Mike. I like the way you say it."
She blushed. "Okay, Uncle Mike."I led my niece down to the bathroom. Everything that had happened so far revolved around this room, so I decided to go on to the next step here, too. I motioned for her to sit on the toilet and turned to face her. I didn't say anything, again not trusting myself to speak. I could almost see up the towel she was wearing, and the thought of that made my cock rise a little.
I pulled my shirt over my head, moving slowly, taking my time. I tossed it into the hamper and watched Kristie's reaction. Her eyes were moving up and down over my chest, my abdomen, and my crotch. I could almost feel her eyes moving over my body, the heat from her gaze was like tantalizing fingers moving over my torso. There is no graceful way to remove shoes and socks, but I did the best I could. I was wearing black boxers under my jeans. I wasn't normally a boxer guy, but I had put them on with the hope that she would see them and I was now glad that I had.
As I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, my niece leaned forward slightly. Her lips were glistening and parted, a look of lust transfusing her face. I slipped the jeans down, allowing her to see the bulge of my cock beneath my boxers. Her eyes were fixed on my boxers. I slipped my thumbs into them and very slowly slipped them down my legs. My cock strained against the fabric, then popped into view. I saw my niece's eyes widen and her mouth moved soundlessly. Her hands were on her towel and she opened and closed them on the cloth. A very low, very guttural sound escaped from her throat as she looked at me and my cock rose in response to her voice.
In a breathless voice, Kristie asked, "Can I touch you?" She took another breath, her breasts heaving and said, "Can I touch it, Uncle Mike?"
Her eyes met mine, full of curiosity, and I nodded.
She slipped forward and gracefully lowered herself to her knees in front of me. I didn't know if she had enough experience to realize what the symbolism of such a move was, but the fact that her mouth was now on a level with my cock wasn't lost on me.
As she knelt, she naturally spread her knees apart. I still couldn't see her pussy, but I could see the tendons that stretched along the insides of her thighs. I was afraid that I was going to shoot my load just from the view she was giving me.
She was looking up at me, watching my face as she put her hands on my knees and slowly moved them up my thighs. She began nervously biting her full bottom lip as she looked back down at my member, which was pointing at her. Her hands slid up to my balls and she gingerly touched them, cupping them carefully. The feeling of her small, cool hands on me was amazing. I drew a shaky breath.
With her left hand still cupping my balls, she tentatively put the fingertips of her right hand on my cock. After testing its rigidity, she used her index finger to trace the thick veins that ran up the underside of my cock then began lightly slipping her finger around the ridge of my cockhead.
I saw her tongue come out of her mouth, and wondered if she would dare to try it when she leaned forward and licked the very tip of my dick. I had to reach down to brace myself on the sink as she continued to let her tongue follow along the path that her finger had just drawn. When her tongue made its way back up to the head, my cock jumped from the sensation and my niece let out a small, "Oh," of surprise.
"It's okay," I told her in a whisper. "It feels wonderful."
"I don't know what I'm doing, though. Uncle Mike." My cock jumped again.
"That's okay. Just do what you're doing. I'll give you tips later, if you want, but just... explore."
Kristie explored. It was clear that she hadn't given a blowjob before, but from the way she played with my balls, I had a feeling that she'd done that much before. Her tongue continued to trace its way along the length of my shaft, moving slowly over me as I tried to remain standing. Her right hand moved down to my balls and her left moved up over my abs to my chest.
Watching her was mesmerizing me. Her face was so beautiful and full of a newfound wonder. She leaned back, taking her hands and mouth off of me and looked up at me until she was sure that she had my undivided attention. Her hands moved to the towel and slipped it open and off of her body. She knelt in front of me completely naked, her breasts proudly pointing up and out and her light pussy hair shimmering slightly with her juices.
I somehow found my voice. "I'm going to rinse off, then let's go to the bedroom."
She nodded. Her hand reached out and gave my penis a gentle squeeze as I moved away from her. I showered in seconds and didn't spend much time toweling off. I took my niece's hand and led her to my bedroom.
I hadn't made the bed that morning. I grabbed the blanket and top sheet with my free hand and pulled them off onto the floor. I layed on the bed, looking back up at my gorgeous niece. I was still holding her hand and I felt her grip tighten on mine. Her blond hair was spread out around her face, framing a look of lust as she watched my naked body. I couldn't believe that this beautiful young woman was looking at me that way.
"I want to touch you again, Uncle Mike," she whispered, shyly looking down as a blush crept up her cheeks.
I didn't say anything; I just guided her hand to my cock. I was still painfully hard from her earlier ministrations. My body was screaming for release, but I refused to rush anything with this stunning creature. As her fingers started to softly fondle my dick, she began to lick her way up from my knees.
My body was still wet from my shower and I realized that Kristie was using the very tip of her tongue to lick the drops of water off my thighs, working her way higher. Her pink tongue and red lips were increasing the need in my body. My cock was pulsing under her fingertips.
When she had worked her way up to my balls, she delicately licked them with the tip of her tongue. I was breathing in gasps as she worked magic on me -- my cock jumped with each caress of her tongue. I felt her lips begin to touch my skin. Her breath was softly blowing across the most sensitive area of my body as she licked and kissed her way up the shaft of my dick. Her hair fell over her face, tickling my thighs and hips, and she worked her way to the head of my cock.
Kristie paused for a moment and then I felt her lips on me, softly parting around the tip of my dick as she slipped the smallest fraction of me into her mouth. The sensation of warmth was amazing. Her left hand was now on my balls, softly rubbing them as she began to suck on the very end of my cock. I felt her tongue circling around the tip of my penis and I nearly came in her mouth.
I took a deep, ragged breath, trying to think of anything but the sensations that my niece was creating in my body. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long with her mouth and hands working on me. Her right hand lifted my dick a little from my body and I felt her mouth slip down further -- she had my entire cockhead in her mouth and she began to gently suck on me as her tongue continued to swirl around and around.
"That feels amazing," I muttered, looking down at the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders.
She stopped and said, "I don't really know what I'm doing. I saw a magazine that sort of showed this, but...." She trailed off with a shrug.
"What you're doing is wonderful," I assured her. "You can use one hand to stroke me while your mouth is on me, if you want."
She put her mouth back over the head of my cock and began stroking me with her right hand. It was an awkward angle, since that hand was under her, but the feeling was amazing. Her small hand worked up and down my shaft while she kept her mouth over me and her tongue moving constantly. I had to move my body and my hips began flexing, moving my cock into and out of her mouth. Her body tensed at first, then relaxed as I began to move.
Kristie's actions were tentative and I had to stop myself from wrapping my hands up in her hair and thrusting into her throat. I kept reminding myself to breath.
"Move your mouth up and down in time with your hand," I managed to say between breaths. "Take me in deeper if you can."
She moved her hand to the base of my cock and slipped me further into her mouth without breaking the rhythm she'd been using. Her tongue was still rolling across the underside of my cock. I could feel my balls pulling up into my body and my cock was spasming in her mouth as I began thrusting more aggressively.
I could feel the soft palate at the back of Kristie's mouth. She moved her right hand even further down my cock and suddenly I was thrusting into my niece's throat. The thought of whom I was with and that sensation of being deep throated by this angelic creature was more than I could take.
"I'm about to come," I warned her, not sure if she would let me come in her mouth. She didn't even pause what she was doing. Her mouth continued to move up and down on my cock allowing me to slide all the way into her throat. I looked down and the sight of her red lips stretched over my shaft, her head moving up and down in time with my thrusts, sent me over the edge.
My orgasm was like an animal rampaging through me. I felt every muscle in my body tense as I approached the point of no return, as if my whole body were focusing on the sensations running up and down the shaft of my cock. There was a humming in my brain that blocked out all thought as I felt my balls first tighten then push my seed up and into my niece's waiting mouth.
I kept my eyes on Kristie as I shot my load into her mouth. Her eyes widened as I started to come, but she kept moving her lips up and down my cock as I shot spurt after spurt into her mouth.
I hadn't come like that since I'd gotten laid for the first time. The sensation of my orgasm rolled through my body as wave after wave of my come shot up through my rigid member. Her throat worked as she swallowed everything that I had to offer.
My body trembled as I came back to my senses. My niece was still sucking on me. I tangled my fingers into her blond mane and held her head still to stop her. I couldn't manage to talk at first. Her eyes looked up into my face and I smiled down at her.
"Oh my God," I finally managed to find my voice. "That was incredible."
"Really?" She sounded like a little kid wanting my approval. I'm embarrassed to say that it turned me on all over again.
"You were amazing, Kristina. You've never done that before?"
"No. Not with my mouth. I gave a guy a, you know, a hand job, but not that." She blushed again at that.
"Come up here, you," I said, opening my arms for her.
Kristie smiled as she slid her naked form up my side and folded her small body into my arms. I could feel the warm pressure of her breasts against the side of my chest. She wrapped a leg over mine and kissed the edge of my jaw.
I sighed contentedly, then turned to her and asked, "Have you ever had anyone go down on you?"
She shook her head, a look of curiosity flitting over her features. She still had lust in her eyes as she looked into my smiling face.I knew that after coming in my niece's mouth, I wouldn't be ready to go again for awhile. It was her turn to come anyway, so I instructed her to lie on her back and get comfortable. I didn't want to let her out of my arms, but I knew that it wouldn't be long before she was back in them.
Kristie put a pillow under her head and crossed her ankles, almost chastely. It occurred to me that I still hadn't really seen her pussy, but that would soon change, too. As I looked down over the swell of her breasts and the concavity of her stomach, leading to the thin, blond strip of pubic hair, I wanted to ravage her amazing body. My hands were trembling a little, even though my recently spent cock was unable to respond.
Rather than plunder her, I decided that I would treat her like the most delicate piece of fine china. I was lying on her right side, but I started with her full lips, moving down to her chin. I began to lightly kiss the line of her jaw, following it to her ear which I gently sucked between my lips as I blew softly into it. I was pleased to see her eyelashes flutter and color rise to her face.
I gently kissed my way along her neck to her collarbone. Moistening my lips, I let them drag along her clavicle, then softly dragged my teeth across her breastbone and did the same to the other side. I began to kiss my way toward her nipples, and felt her chest rise up to meet me. Her breath was coming faster, but I forced myself to take even more time. Before I got to her nipple I moved back to her right side and wetly kissed my way down that breast. Again, I stopped before I reached her nipple, but I was close enough that I was sure she could feel my breath against it as I forced myself to go back up and kiss her shoulder.
From there, I worked my way with more wet kisses to her elbow. Her arm was close enough to her body that my hair was brushing over her breast as I moved and her breathing was still fast and shallow. I licked the inside of her elbow with the tip of my tongue as I gently bent her arm up toward me. I kissed the tip of each of her fingers and ran my tongue around them, then licked my way across her palm, following her life-line to her wrist, which I lightly nibbled on.
Her ankles were uncrossed, I noticed, and her hips were moving slightly up and down. Rather than kiss my way back up her arm, I moved my head so that it was over her stomach. Supporting my weight on my left arm, I let my right hand trace circles on the outside of her thigh as my mouth made its way along the bottom of her rib cage from right to left. Her body jerked a couple of times, though whether from pleasure or ticklishness, I couldn't tell. I saw that her left hand was twisted in the sheets, gripping and releasing over and over. I glanced up at her face and saw her watching me with that lustful look that I'd seen earlier.
I moved my mouth along her breastbone, my right hand moving up to her hip and making soft circles on the smooth skin between her hips and the landing strip of blond hair that led to her pussy. I could smell her arousal now, and the odor was definitely causing my body to react, too. I almost couldn't believe it as I felt my cock started rising again.
I licked and nibbled my way down her right breast to her nipple, pausing for just a moment before eagerly sucking the small bud into my mouth.
"Oh, God," Kristie moaned. Her breathing was ragged as I flicked her nipple with my tongue while sucking on her. Her hands both went up to twist in her hair. Her eyes were shut and what looked like concentration was etched on her face.
My right hand moved up and under my body, gently pulling on her nipple as I released it from my mouth. I moved to the other side of her body and repeated my ministrations on her other nipple. A low moan escaped her lips as I drew her breast deeply into my mouth. My hand left her nipple and tenderly squeezed her firm, young breast.
I moved my body over hers, inching my way down with more gentle tugs of my teeth and the increasingly urgent movements of my lips and tongue. Her legs parted to let mine between them. I was careful not to touch her pussy with any part of my body as I my mouth drew toward it like iron filings to a magnet.
I realized that I needed to catch my breath or I knew that I would go far faster than I wanted to. I wanted this moment to stretch out -- to never have to stop enjoying the wonders of my beautiful niece's body -- so I knelt between her parted legs, looking at a body that was flawless.
My niece's breasts heaved with her breathing, her hips still flexed with the need in her body, and her hands were still wound into her golden hair. I noticed all of those things in a fraction of a second then my eyes were drawn to her vagina.
Kristie's legs were spread, pulling her outer lips aside and exposing the gentle pink rose petals that were opening as she became more and more aroused. Her clit, a tiny, little nub crying to be licked, was exposed just below the strip of her light pubic hair. I reached back and put my hands on her ankles and started rubbing my way slowly up her legs. My eyes never left her body, which continued to react as my hands moved up her legs.
I drew a tattered breath, trying to calm down my own body's reaction then gently lifted her left leg. I pulled it up to my mouth and started using my lips, tongue and teeth as I began at her calf and made my way across the back of her knee. Gently scraping the sensitive skin behind her knee with my teeth produced a noise from my niece that sounded almost like a kitten's mewling -- but it was obviously a sound of pleasure.
Setting her left leg gently on the bed, I followed the same routine with her right. My teeth didn't produce the same reaction, but her hips flexed upward and I saw that her pussy was now glistening with moisture. Her breath was a loud, steady pulse.
Rather than putting her right leg down, I continued to hold it up as I let my mouth trail along her thigh, headed for her sex. Using the lightest touch I could, I let my teeth nibble along the tendon on her inner thigh. My tongue licked the small area between her pussy and thigh, but I was careful not to touch even the outer lips of her vagina.
Leaving my face where it was, just millimeters from her glistening sex, I lowered her right leg to the bed then lifted her left leg again. Using most of my willpower, I pulled myself away from her pussy and tenderly used my mouth to trace the line from her pussy to her left knee.
"Oh my God, Uncle Mike, you're driving me crazy!"
I couldn't help my smile. I doubt that any man has so little vanity that he wouldn't want to hear a beautiful woman tell him that he's arousing her. I put her left leg back on the bed and my eyes widened as she pulled her legs further apart.
I traced a line from each of her knees to her pussy with the fingers of each hand. When my fingers were almost to her pussy, I softly moved them up and onto the pronounced bones of her hips. I heard a note of frustration, or maybe desperation, in a moan from my niece, but in letting my hands move so far up her body, I was pulling my mouth closer to her vagina. My hands moved up together over her flat stomach and the lines of her ribs to gently grasp her breasts.
As I started to gently squeeze with my hands, I blew warmly across her clitoris. Her body almost jumped at the sensation. Kristie's pussy was damp with her juices and her smell was intoxicating. I couldn't resist any longer and I allowed the tip of my tongue to flicker across her clitoris.
"Oh, oh, God," she squealed, moving her hips up to me again. "Oh yes, oh please."
I stopped myself for the briefest of seconds to get my hands back down where I could get them into the action then began licking my way along her outer lips. Her juices were flowing enough that I could taste her, a mixture of sweet nectar with the barest hint of saltiness. It was all I could do to keep myself from driving my tongue into her as soon as I had my first taste of her pussy.
Instead, I used the fingers of one hand to lightly trace her outer lips and I licked my way around the outer edge of her hole. My nose brushed her clit as I licked my way around her and her body jumped again.
I couldn't take any more waiting; I had to taste her as deeply as I could. Without warning, I used my fingers to spread her lips even further and drove my tongue into her. Kristie emitted a series of wordless grunts as my tongue plumbed her depths, flicking against the sides of her pussy. The succulent taste and heady aroma were overpowering my senses. My brain went into autopilot, but my niece was so close to orgasm that I didn't have to work much to draw her over the edge.
Two fingers replaced my tongue in her cunt, my fingers caressing the upper walls of her pussy. My tongue moved up to her clitoris, moving over it with broad licks interspersed with flicks of the tip of my tongue. Kristie's hands were squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples as I continued to work on her pussy.
Her wordless moans continued as her hips bucked against my mouth. When her moans became even more frenzied, I knew that her orgasm was very close. My fingers, slightly curled, picked up the pace and I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking on it as my tongue continued to circle it.
"Oh God!" Kristie shouted, her hands reaching down to hold my head against her quivering pussy. "Now! Now! God, oh God, oh yes!"
Her body, bucked, but I managed to keep my mouth on her clit as she fucked my fingers. Her juices flowed out over my hand as she screamed wordlessly. I kept my mouth and fingers moving until her body began to slow, then I slowed the movement of my fingers and tongue.
Her body continued to shudder with the aftershocks of her orgasm for half a minute or so then I felt her hands gently pushing against my head. I lifted my mouth off of her and pulled my fingers slowly from her dripping pussy.
I gently kissed her stomach as I took my place back beside her on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but I could see them moving behind her eyelids.
"Holy shit. I never knew," she muttered.
I smiled to myself, more proud than I should have been, since I was the first guy to do that to her, but what the hell. I still had it.
She opened her eyes, her face turning to me as the flush of her orgasm left it. "I mean, I've had orgasms before, but they were like- God, I don't know." Suddenly her face flushed again as she blushed. She looked down at my chest as she continued, "I only came once with Eric, and I've come by myself. But, God, that was something else. I think my mind shut down for awhile there."
She chuckled and I joined her. I was feeling better than I had in a very long time. She rolled onto her side, throwing her leg over me and snuggling into my arms.
"I need to rest a little, is that okay?" She asked. I must have given her a puzzled look, because she said, "I really want you to make love to me, if you want to."
"Of course I want to! Are you sure that you want to?"
"Definitely. Just give me a few minutes."
As I looked down at her, cuddled in my arms, my only hope was that she wouldn't want to rest for too long. I couldn't wait to feel my cock ensconced in the warmth of her pussy.As my niece rested from her first foray into cunnilingus, I let my eyes roam over her body. Her blond hair was mussed in a sexy way that made her look even more appealing. She flushed as she saw me looking at her, but she smiled, too.
I couldn't believe what had happened in the past few hours. From seeing my niece in the shower, to having her give me her first blowjob to going down on her, this afternoon was definitely one of the best of my entire life.
My eyes continued their trip down Kristie's amazing body. Her breasts were pressed against me as she lay beside me, one of her pink nipples and small areola were visible. I had one hand around her, but my free hand moved across my body to stroke the side of her breast, my fingertips lightly brushing her hardening nipple.
Her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hip were also mesmerizing. I could see the swell of her buttock since she had one leg wrapped over me. My fingertips again followed my eyes, slipping softly down her side, trailing along her hip bone toward the small of her back, then slipping down to the top of her amazing ass.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She whispered.
She was still smiling at me; her embarrassed eyes had a hard time meeting mine as I looked back to her beautiful face. "More than I could ever explain," I told her.
"Good. You've been so sad since you moved back here."
My hand came back up and molded itself around the swell of her breast. "I have?" I asked. I'd been sad, of course, in the aftermath of my divorce, but thought I'd done a good job of hiding it from my family.
She nodded. "Mom talks about it sometimes. I overheard her tell dad that you needed to find another woman. She was thinking about setting you up."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. I'm sure my sister would never have envisioned that her daughter would be my 'rebound' sex partner. "Speaking of which, are your folks going to wonder where you are?"
Kristie smiled wider, making her face look younger. I'm kind of ashamed to admit that it turned me on even more than I already was. She said, "I told them that I was going to the beach after I finished mowing your yard, then I was going to spend the night with Jenna."
"You planned this?" I was surprised.
"Um, no. But Jenna said that I needed to be prepared, just in case." Kristie blushed again and looked down. Unfortunately for her, I was naked and her downcast eyes were looking right at my erection. She managed to blush even more. "Like I said, she has more experience than I do."
I couldn't help but wonder what the two of them had talked about that made Jenna think that Kristie and I hooking up was even remotely possible. Kristie must have told Jenna more than she had let on, but I wasn't going to pry. I had other things on my mind. For one, the insistent pressure of her breast against the side of my ribcage. First, though, I had to find out something.
"I have condoms in the nightstand. You know, just in case. I mean, if-"
She cut me off with a gentle finger on my lips. "I'm on the pill and I know we're both disease free. I want to feel you come inside me, Uncle Mike."
My breath caught and my dick jumped at that last sentence. My hand started to massage her breast; gently at first, but more urgently as she started to respond. Her free hand made its way down my chest, tickling my left nipple – something that women invariably did, but that I had never enjoyed – before moving down across my stomach to the tip of my cock.
I pulled my mind back to our earlier conversation as my niece started to follow her hand with her mouth, kissing her way down my chest. "What if your folks call Jenna's place?"
"She'll say I'm in the bathroom then call me on my cell phone."
I was out of questions, and wouldn't have been able to talk again, anyway. Kristie wrapped her small fist around my shaft and started to give me a slow, lazy hand job. I'd already masturbated while fantasizing about her, then I'd come in her mouth, so I wasn't worried about my stamina. Her tongue flicked my nipple then she trailed kisses along my ribs to my stomach. My hand came off of her breast as she moved down my body, but I didn't care.
She alternated stroking me a few times with gently fondling my balls. I wrapped one of my hands into her hair, not pulling it, just feeling its thickness and the taut, warm skin at the back of her neck. I laid back on the bed, willing to take my time now that I knew we had all night.
Her kisses traced further down my stomach until her lips were on my dick again. Light kisses from her warm mouth rained over the head and down my shaft. I looked down to see her dainty tongue flicker over my balls before making its way back to the head of my cock. The light touch of her tongue combined with the feel of her fingers on my scrotum was a sensation that soon had me gasping for air. I had almost forgotten to breath.
"Slow down a little, Kristie," I said. My voice was shaky.
"Sorry."
"Oh, don't be sorry, it just feels a little too good."
She smiled and moved back up beside me, but her hand stayed on my cock. She gently squeezed every few seconds as she kissed her way back up to my head. When she kissed my jaw, I turned my head toward her and our lips met. Her eyes stayed open for the first few seconds of our kiss and I could see the slight surprise in them as her full lips parted and our tongues met. Her eyes rolled up and closed as our tongues began an intricate dance, circling and exploring. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the bow of her upper lip then delved once more into her mouth.
My arms were around her and my hands – one between her shoulder blades and the other just at the upper curve of her ass – pulled her body against mine, both of us on our sides now, our bodies crushing together as we continued to kiss. I could feel the blond strip of her pubic hair against my straining cock. I wanted to press her even closer to me as our mouths continued to discover each other. Her hands were on my back, pulling me just as urgently against her. The pressure of her breasts was incredible as she began to move against me.
She broke the kiss after a couple more minutes. We were both breathless as we looked into each other's eyes. I could see my own needful lust reflected in the blue pools of her irises. With my hand on her hip, I guided her to her back. Her hands were on my shoulders, my chest, squeezing my ass, as I managed to pull away from her.
I propped myself up on my elbow and used my free hand to begin gently massaging her thighs. First one, then the other, slowly working my way up toward her pussy. I sat up beside her so that I could get both my hands on her. I could see that her juices were already flowing; or maybe they were still flowing from her earlier orgasm. The lips of her pussy were engorged, looking like the petals of a succulent flower waiting to be smelled, to be tasted.
I lowered my mouth to her once again and let my tongue brush gently around the folds of her sex, trying to copy what she had done earlier, flicking just the tip of my tongue over her. Her scent was intoxicating, and the sweet taste of her pussy was delicious nectar. My hands were in constant motion on her thighs, the backs of her knees, her hips, even roaming briefly up to her breasts.
Her hand wrapped its way into my hair and pulled me away from her pussy. I looked up to her face, perfectly framed between her heaving breasts.
"I want you inside me, Uncle Mike. Please," she begged breathlessly, her words were barely more than a whisper.
I was powerless to deny her when being inside her was what I now wanted more than anything else. I still wasn't going to rush anything, though. I moved slowly, slipping back up so that our bodies were once again touching then sliding across her until I was between her legs. Supporting my weight on my right arm, I put my right hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to mine again.
My left hand moved down her body, grazing briefly across her breast before moving down to her wet pussy. My fingers slid over her clit and I felt her body leap upward. I pressed my middle finger into her, using my palm to press against her clit. Her body continued to move against my hand as I slid my finger in and out of her. She was staring into my eyes as I moved down to position the head of my cock at her opening.
I heard a guttural sound emerge from her mouth as I moved my hand and let my cock touch the lips of her pussy. Taking hold of my shaft, I slowly slipped the head of my cock up and down her slit, moving up to where the head would brush against her clit. After enjoying the moist feel of her warm pussy touching me in the most intimate way, I began slowly inserting the tip of my dick into her.
"Oh, Uncle Mike," she whispered as I began to penetrate her. "Oh, yes."
I paused, still with just the tip inside her. Inside my niece, my mind said – but I found that there was no guilt attached to the thought, only an increased pleasure at the taboo. The muscles in her vagina were in constant motion around the head of my penis, beckoning it deeper. My cock responded with twitching motions of its own.
Kristie's hands were on my back again, pulling me up and toward her, entreating me to bury myself inside her. I let my weight come down on her, moving only slightly more of my shaft into her, and began to kiss my way across her chest from one nipple to the other. Her hips were pushing up and down under me as her body tried to devour more of my cock, but I was not going to be hurried. I wanted to luxuriate in the velvety feeling of her pussy.
I kissed my way down the swell of her breast to her collar bone and across the concavity of her neck. She lifted her head to mine and our lips met again. The urgent need to press her body into mine returned when we started kissing.
Breaking the kiss, I lifted my body away from hers so I could look down to the point where our bodies met. The sight of my cock ready to thrust into her pussy was surreal. I pulled out a fraction of an inch and saw her juices glistening on the shaft of my cock. Kristie's hand slithered down my body then moved to that same junction of our bodies. I watched as she felt the lips of her pussy and the shaft of my cock penetrating her. The feel of her fingers urging me further into her couldn't be denied. She felt and I watched as I unhurriedly slid all the way into her pussy.
We both moaned as my pelvis pushed her hand against her clit. I pulled back enough so that she could move her hand then thrust slowly back into her again. I held myself there, buried all the way into my niece, feeling the waves of warmth surrounding my dick. We kissed again. Our bodies moved together as our mouths met, not necessarily with the steady rhythm of love-making, but with a primal need to feel the flesh of another person.
Her hands were all over me – on my neck, my shoulders, in my hair, squeezing my ass – and her legs wrapped around mine, twin serpents encircling my legs. My right hand, still behind her neck, held our mouths together, my fingers tangling into her hair.
My left hand was free to move over her body. I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. My dick was still buried inside her, our bodies pressed tightly together, quivering against each other, but my hand moved to the underside of her thigh and pulled her even closer to me.
I could hardly breathe, but drowning had never sounded so appealing. Finally, though, our instincts took over and we broke our kiss so we could catch our breath. Her legs insistently pulled me into a cadence as we began to thrust together. I went slowly at first, slipping almost all the way out of her pussy then slowly back in – lavishly treating myself to the exquisite feel of my niece's pussy.
Her hands were still on me, quietly urging me to move faster, to move more forcefully. Every time I would feel myself starting to lose control or approaching orgasm, I would thrust all the way into Kristie and kiss her again – trying to focus all my attention on the way that our mouths moved together, on the feel of her lips and tongue.
Eventually, I could no longer ignore the insistent thrust of my niece's hips as they moved in time with mine. Our bodies were moving together, creating the beat of a delightful melody that could not be denied, and our thrusting grew more urgent with our forthcoming orgasms.
The warm friction of her pussy began to constrict, her muscles pulsating around my cock as her breathing became sporadic. My niece began to moan as the first wave of her orgasm washed over and through her. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten like a warm glove around my dick.
Kristie let out a series of whimpering moans, her hands now on my ass, insistently coaxing me into the tempo that her body needed to reach the ultimate climax.
"Oh, yes. Oh, Uncle Mike! Yes!"
As she began to cry out my name, her clenching pussy began coaxing my own orgasm from me. My thoughts dissolved into meaninglessness; I felt every fiber in my being focus on the bond that our bodies formed. As my balls tightened in preparation I called out my niece's name. My final thrust into her went deeper than I'd been and I came forcefully into her. My body continued to move, stroking in and out of her as my mind seemed to return to consciousness after a blissful trip to oblivion.
Her hips slowed in time with my own. I slowed to a stop, my softening cock still inside her, our bodies still pressed together. I realized that my eyes were closed, my mouth biting on the soft skin of my niece's shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked to see that I'd left an imprint of my teeth on her. Fortunately, it would be under a shirt and nobody would see it.
I lifted my upper body, taking most of my weight off Kristie. Her eyes were looking at me, her face suffused with happiness as she smiled at me.
She silently mouthed, "Oh, wow." She cleared her throat and was able to say aloud, "Wow."
I nodded. "Yeah. That was-" I didn't know how to even describe what had just transpired. "Yeah," I said again.
I slowly pulled out of her, kissing her stomach before I slid back to her side. I reclined onto my back – my arms were tired – and Kristie rolled onto her side again. She slid an arm over my chest and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and tenderly kissed her.
She lifted her head off my shoulder and gave me a serious look. "Uncle Mike? Was that- I mean..." She trailed off.
I thought I knew what she wanted to hear, and that was the truth about what it was like for me. "It was amazing, Kristina. Utterly and completely amazing."
"It really was," she said. She kissed my shoulder and put her head back onto it.
I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was only five in the afternoon. I felt a little like Scrooge, when he wakes up on Christmas morning and says, "It all happened in one night." I couldn't believe that only five hours had passed since my doorbell had rung. I also couldn't believe that I had this undeniably delectable woman all to myself for the entire night.
My mind began to swim with the possibilities – no, the probabilities – of what we were going to do together for the remainder of the day and night.
"What are you smiling about?" Kristie asked; a giggle in her voice.
"I'm smiling about my favorite niece," I replied. "And thinking about what I want to do with her next."
Kristie smiled up at me. Her face was looking happy, tired, sexy, and lustful all at the same time. "We have all night for you to decide," she said. Then she nibbled delicately on her bottom lip and added, "But I hope it doesn't take you that long."
"Believe me," I said, "it won't."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to thank all the people who have read these stories - especially those of you that took the time to vote and (even more especially) those that took the time to comment or send feedback. Obviously, Mike and Kristie aren't done with their adventure together, but I have other stories that are clammering for my attention. So, I am going to end this story here for now and work on some other projects.
I hope that you will enjoy my forthcoming work, too. Again, thank you all very much for spending your time with my story!