I
watched my niece Amy wave goodbye to her parents until their car
disappeared around the bend. She was smiling, but I knew something was
wrong.
I had come to visit my brother Mike and his wife Judy for
the long weekend. Back when I was married, the families used to
socialize back and forth. My son Isaac was a couple years older than
Amy, and lived mostly with his mother. Mike and Judy had helped me out
a lot when I was going through my divorce.
Although for most of
the weekend we were doing things with all four of us, her parents had
taken advantage of the free babysitting to get some time away as a
couple. They felt especially relaxed when I was sitting, they said,
since they knew Amy liked me so much and we got along so well. They
didn't feel the least bit guilty or worried, and that made for a
special outing for them.
Amy shut the front door and trudged my
way. She then flopped down on the couch beside me, her smile vanishing.
It was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon in June, the first weekend after
school got out for the summer.
She gave a huge sigh and frown.
"Hi, Amy. Why so sad?"
"First the boys laughed at me, and then when I asked my parents, they
laughed too!"
"Oh, dear! That sounds terrible. Tell me what's the matter."
I could see hope flicker on Amy's face, but it faded quickly. "You'll
just laugh at me too!"
"No, Amy, I promise that no matter what you say, I won't laugh."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! No matter what you say, I promise to take you seriously."
Amy
was my favorite niece, and I guess I was her favorite uncle. We only
saw each other a couple times a year, but we had a rapport.
When
you only see a child a couple times a year, you really notice the
changes each time. I'd watched Amy grow from a crying bundle into a
curious toddler, an energetic preschooler, and a happy-go-lucky young
girl. I'd watched her get uncertain and shy as she got to middle school
and watched her embarrassment with her growing and changing body. She
had just turned 14, and was finally fully developed. Her lithe,
athletic 5'4" body was topped by a head with shoulder-length light
brown hair, gray eyes and a pretty smile.
"You sure you won't laugh?"
"Completely sure."
"OK."
She sighed. "It started when I was going through the park, and there
were a couple of little boys, like fourth grade maybe, and though their
backs were to me, I could just see them peeing -- streams shooting way
out, like this..." She demonstrated the arc of pee. "They were like 50
yards away, and I couldn't help stopping to look. And then the terrible
thing was -- oh, God, this was so embarrassing -- Jacob and Bill saw me
looking!"
"Who are Jacob and Bill?"
"They're juniors in my high school, best friends, and Jacob lives right
next door." Her head jerked to show which side.
I knew Amy was just a freshman, and understood the status difference
that implied.
She relayed the conversation:
"Whatcha looking at, Amy? Never seen a boy take a leak before?" That's
what Jacob said. I bet I turned red, and they laughed.
And then he goes, "You know what they were really doing?"
I shook my head 'cuz I didn't know, not really.
"Ah, c'mon, no idea?"
"Peeing?" I said, 'cuz I had to say something.
"Well,
duh!" said Jacob. "They're seeing who can pee the farthest. You wanna
have a competition like that, the three of us? See who can pee the
farthest?"
And I said, "No", and they laughed again.
"I bet I could do 10 feet, easy!" said Jacob.
"10 feet? What a wimp. I could do 10 yards, no problem!" said Bill.
"Yeah, right! What about you, Amy? How far can you pee?"
"She couldn't, she'd just dribble and wet her pants."
And then they both just laughed and walked away. I was so mad!
The boys sounded insensitive at best, and my dear niece sure looked
unhappy. I saw no reason to laugh.
"I want a penis! I want one so bad!"
Now I could see some temptation to laugh, but I didn't. She was
watching me carefully.
"Then when I told my parents that, they both laughed at me!" Lowering
her eyes, she said, "I'm just so dumb and stupid."
"No, Amy, you're nothing of the kind! You want a penis -- there's
nothing wrong with that."
"Really?" she said.
"I mean, you know most girls don't have one, so you're in the same boat
with them, but there's nothing wrong with wanting one."
Amy smiled and scooted over next to me and gave me a big sideways hug.
"Thanks, Uncle Mark! I hoped you'd understand!"
I freed my arm to put it around her shoulder, and she promptly climbed
onto my lap and snuggled her right side against my chest.
Amy
had been doing that since she was a little girl, and it felt nice. But
she was now a sexy young woman, and I couldn't help noticing her that
way too. Her hair smelled great. Fortunately I kept my reaction to my
thoughts without it affecting my body.
I thought. How could I help Amy get a penis? There was a long pause.
Amy must have been thinking too. "You said most girls don't
have one. Does that mean some do?"
"I
guess a few have little ones." There were a few people who were kind of
in the middle, right? And I'd seen some pictures of some pretty big,
penis-like clits.
"I wonder if I'd know for sure. I've hardly ever really seen a penis
anyway."
"Have your mommy and daddy looked to see if you have one?"
"No!"
"Have you asked them to look?"
"No... That would be SO embarrassing. They already laughed at me."
Amy's
back was warm under my arm, and her side and cheek warm against my
chest. Her hair smelled great. What I said next made me nervous.
"I've
got an idea, Amy. Why don't we go to your room and you can show me.
Maybe you've got one, like a little one, and just don't know it."
She looked up at me with surprise. "I'm not supposed to show anyone my
private parts!"
"That's
good you know to keep your privates private, but I'm not just anyone.
I'm family! I'd be happy -- I mean willing -- to look." After a pause,
I added, "Of course, only if you want me to."
I couldn't tell
quite what mix of emotions was going through Amy's head as she looked
up at me, but she suddenly said, "OK!" and bounced off my lap. I
followed her.
"But Uncle Mark, you have to promise not to tell anyone! OK!"
"Of course, it'll just be our secret."
"You promise!"
"Yes! I didn't laugh at you, right?"
"Yeah," she said, giving me a trusting smile.
She locked the door behind us once we were in her room.
"Oops!" she said, spying some underwear on the floor. "Don't look, OK?"
I pretended to shut my eyes until she'd thrown the underwear in the
closet. She smoothed down the blankets on her unmade bed.
"OK, you want to show me?" I asked.
She didn't hesitate, but in one motion pulled her jeans and panties
down to her knees. "See? No penis!"
Indeed,
there was no penis showing. There was a modest tuft of light brown
hair, but naturally everything else was hidden the way she was standing.
"Well,
if there is one it's not very big, that's true. But it's hard to see
this way. Why don't you take those off all the way and sit on the
bed... Good. And now, spread your legs a little so I can get a better
look... Yeah, it's pretty small if it's there at all." Her labia had
opened just a little.
"See!"
"You want to see a comparison? I could show you mine."
"Oh!" she said, startled, then continued with, "Yeah, that would be
nice."
Without
fanfare, I pulled off my own shorts and briefs and sat beside her. My
penis was pretty small, almost all shriveled into my body. It was a bit
chilly in the house for shorts, and my penis had reacted accordingly.
Not much more than the tip was showing.
"Huh, it's not so big, I guess," she said. "Fat, but pretty short."
I
didn't mind her evaluation in the least. As everyone with experience
knows, it isn't the length in this condition that mattered.
"I have an idea. Have you heard of the power of mind over matter?"
"Um, sort of, maybe."
"Sometimes,
if you concentrate really hard on something, you can make it happen by
just thinking about it. So what if we sit here side by side on the
bed..." I shuffled over so the outside of my bare right thigh was
firmly against the outside of her left, and took her hand in mine.
"Now let's both close our eyes, and think really hard about you growing
a nice, big penis," I said.
"OK!" she said.
So
we sat. I was very aware of my niece sitting right beside me, naked
from the waist down. I could feel her warm thigh pressing into mine,
feel her soft hand in mine. I could just barely hear her breathing and
detect a faint, delicious odor -- whether from her body or her girl's
room, I wasn't sure, but it smelled great. I thought about Amy growing
a penis -- which meant starting with visualizing her girl parts the way
they were.
After a minute, I said, "OK, let's see what happened."
"Hey!" she said. "It's huge! What happened?"
She was referring to my penis, of course, not hers.
She
spread her own labia but naturally saw no evidence of penis growth
there. I was intrigued to see a little moisture and darker color.
"That's no good! Now I feel even worse. You have a big, long penis and
I don't have one at all! It's not fair!"
She
keeled over to her right and pounded her fist on the pillow a couple
times before laying her head down and sniffling. "It's not fair! It's
not fair!"
"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry," I said, patting her shoulder.
"Let me think." After a moment, I said, "Well, maybe you've got one but
it's just hiding. Can I take a closer look?"
"Well, OK," she said, sitting back up.
I knelt on the floor in front of her. "Spread your legs a little
wider... Good girl."
I
studied the perfect skin of her inner thighs, her little tuft of pubic
hair, and the feminine lips below it. I took one of her lips with the
fingers of each hand and gently pulled it to the side so her tissues
peeled back. There was a clitoris there somewhere, of course, but it
didn't show. "Hmmm," I said, "I guess you're right, there's no sign of
a penis anywhere."
"I knew it!" she said.
"But... it's really very beautiful just the way it is, you know."
"Really?" she said, blushing a little, but she wouldn't be distracted.
"But it's a penis I want!"
I sat back up next to her. My own penis was fully engorged. "Let me
think a little more," I said, pondering.
After several seconds, she said softly, "Can I touch yours? Since I
don't have one of my own?"
"Oh, sure, if you really want," I said nonchalantly.
Her hand slowly and reverently caressed me.
"It's so smooth and warm," she said.
"Yes, I guess it is," I said, as she enclosed the shaft in her warm
hand.
"I've got an idea!" I said after a moment.
"What?"
"Maybe we can make you one."
"Really?"
"Or buy one. I think they sell artificial penises."
"Huh..."
"Let's
measure... First, let's find out where it starts," I said. "Like this."
I took Amy's finger and poked it firmly against my body right at the
upper side of my penis base. It hit bone. "Let's see where it would
start on you."
I gently pressed my finger at a similar location
on her body, and didn't feel any bone. Spreading her lips again with
index and ring fingers, I gently probed with my middle finger. The
flesh pressed inward but didn't give.
"Ouch," she said, and I withdrew immediately.
"We need to find where we'd have something hard to fasten it to. You
want to do the exploring?"
"OK,"
she said, pressing against her own soft flesh. The tip of her finger
slid inside. "What?" she said with shock. "There's a hole there!"
"Oh,
dear!" I said. "A hole! That's not what we were looking for at all. We
were looking for something that stuck out, and we have a hole instead?"
"Oh,
this is getting worse all the time!" she said, anguish written on her
face. "Not only don't I have a penis -- I have like a negative penis!"
She took her head in her hands and started sobbing.
"There,
there..." I said, patting her shoulder. A sexy niece can muddle a guy's
thinking, and after a moment I added, "But that could be good in a way.
Maybe we could get you a penis by anchoring it in that hole somehow."
"Really?"
"Well, yeah. Kind of like a pegboard. To get a peg to stick out, you
put one end in the hole in the board."
"Oh, I see."
"So, how deep is the hole?"
She pressed and winced. "I don't know, my finger doesn't go in so well."
"Well, maybe if you just put it there and gently go in and out just as
far as it goes comfortably, it will change."
"OK,"
she said. "Like this?" The tip of her middle finger was slowly sliding
in and out. After a minute, I could see a dreamy smile on her face.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No," she said. "No, not at all."
"You want to try getting it in a little farther?"
"OK." She pressed in more.
"Ouch!" she said. "Something tore!"
"Oh, dear!"
"It stings."
I put my arm around her shoulder and patted. "There, there..."
She sighed.
I
said tentatively, "Well, you know, when you were a little girl and got
a boo-boo somewhere, I know your mommy, um, kissed it and made it
better."
She turned and looked at me, startled. "Ewwww!" she said, though was
that a little twinkle in her eye?
"It
feels a little better now," she said, and resumed her exploration. She
got her middle finger in up to her second knuckle, and then began
sliding slowly in, then out, then in again, back and forth.
"Hey!" she said, after a minute, pulling out her finger. "I wet
myself!" Her finger was kind of juicy.
"Oh, dear," I said. "But not pee, right?"
"No,
not pee, but it's still wet! My body is gross!" she said, withdrawing
and flopping back on the pillow and pounding her fist.
"There,
there," I said. "But hey, look on the bright side. Maybe it's that wet
that helped you get your finger in a little more."
"Oh," she
said, sitting back up. "Oh, maybe you're right." She poked into herself
again, and as her finger came back out, juices came with it, soon
making her inner lips slick. She mostly moved her finger in and out
slowly to the depth she'd already gotten it, but now and then she'd
push harder and I'd see more of her finger go in. Finally she scooted
away from me on the bed to get her legs spread even wider, and mashed
her hand against her privates, probing as deep as she could with her
middle digit, then pulling it out a little. She kept doing that for a
minute, her eyes glazed with a faint smile on her lips.
"So, does it hurt?" I asked finally.
"No! No, not at
all!"
she said, looking at me briefly before lowering her eyes, blushing.
"But I can't feel the end. Do you suppose it goes like all the way up
to my throat or something? Ewww!"
"Hmmm, I'm not sure."
"Hey, look, you did some wet too," she said, noticing the blob of
pre-cum on my penis tip.
"Oh dear, I guess you're right," I said.
"But it's not pee, is it," she said.
"Nope, it's not."
"Can I... can I... never mind."
"You want to feel it?"
"Yeah. You wouldn't mind?"
"No, not at all."
My fully engorged member twitched when she touched the end.
"Oh!" she said.
"Don't worry, it does that sometimes."
She looked at the dab of precum she had on her finger, eying and
sniffing it.
"I've
got an idea," I said. "My finger's longer than yours. Maybe I could
feel the deep end of your hole to get a good measurement?"
"OK," she said brightly.
"Why don't you lie back in the center of the bed so I can get a better
angle."
"OK," she said, getting my meaning at once, and was shortly lying with
her head on her pillow, legs spread wide.
"Let
me know if it hurts at all," I said, then leaned over her and slid my
finger into her slowly. She was slick and hot, and my finger oozed in
sensually. Further and further in it went.
"That's further than I got mine!" she said at last.
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
I slid back and forth in the same rhythm she'd been using, and she
smiled.
"Not at all!"
I
took to exploring a little deeper with my finger each time. Finally my
hand too was mashed against her outer parts and the tip of my finger
hadn't reached the end of the hole.
"Still haven't found the end?" she asked.
"Nope," I said. "Maybe I should think some more," I said, slowly
withdrawing my finger.
She
grabbed it. "You could keep exploring while you think," she said with a
significant smile. "Maybe it will manage to get in a little farther."
We
stayed in that position for many minutes, me slowly sliding my digit in
and out of her slick hole. Mostly she looked at my hand, but now and
then she glanced up at me before quickly averting her gaze.
She lifted her right hand to her shirt over her right breast, felt, and
said, "Huh."
"What?"
"Something's sticking out up there. You don't suppose I have a penis up
there? That would be weird."
"Yeah, I guess so. You want me to take a look?"
"OK," she said, sitting up to take off her shirt.
I
thrilled at the different pressures this caused inside her hole, and
did my best to keep going in and out at the same slow pace.
Then
she stopped with her hand behind her back on her bra clasp. "You
promise not to laugh at my boobies?" she said, looking at me in what I
might have thought was a slightly seductive manner if I didn't know
better.
"Of course not," I said.
"OK!" she said, and instantly removed her bra. "See, they stick out!"
Her
breasts were fairly small, but perfect to my eyes. Indeed, her nipples
did stick out more than I would have expected for a girl that age.
"Yeah, they do. Do you suppose you can pee out of them?" I asked.
She looked at me and suppressed a giggle. "Let me try."
"Wait! Not here! You'll make a mess in your bedroom."
She paused just a moment. "Oh, that's OK, I'll clean it up if that
happens," she said, grinning.
She
concentrated a moment. I felt a slight squeeze in the mysterious hole
my finger was sliding in and out of. But no pee came out of her nipples.
"What about your nipples. Can we do a comparison?" she asked.
"OK," I said, and started to withdraw my finger.
"Oh,
but don't stop exploring!" she said, grabbing my hand once more and
shoving it harder against her outer squishy girl parts than I'd ever
done. "I'll do it."
She sat up, causing more changes in pressure
in her hole, and making me press forward further to keep my finger from
coming out. She grabbed the sides of my T-shirt and pulled up. I raised
my free left arm, and with a giggle she managed to get the shirt up
over my head and that arm, and then bunch it around my right elbow. She
gently caressed my right nipple, making my penis twitch again. She
noticed and smiled.
"Yeah, they're definitely smaller than mine."
"Yeah, I'd say so. No doubt about it. See, we're different."
"But boys don't have stick-out-your-nipple contests I could join, do
they?"
"Nope, not that I've heard of. What about girls?"
"Nope, but we do notice how big each other's boobs are."
"Yeah, boys notice that too -- a lot."
She giggled.
I said, "So, back to measuring for that penis we're going to order for
you..."
Her face fell.
I
continued, "Even though I can't feel the end, maybe we don't need that.
Maybe as long as we know it's deep enough, we'd have enough to anchor
the inside part of the penis with."
"Yeah, maybe... But what if
it just keeps sliding in and in and in, and I'd lose the thing inside,
like an infinite negative penis?"
"Oh, hmmm... I think we can get a penis with a flat part in the middle
that keeps it going in too far."
"Oh, I see... maybe. But it would be safer if we could find out how
deep it really is."
I
kept sliding my finger in and out, and the seconds went by slowly.
After some thought, I said, "Well, you know, Amy, penises aren't the
only thing. It's kind of nice to have a hole, right?"
"Yeah, that's for sure!"
"It can feel nice, right?"
"Yes!"
"Well, I don't think I have a hole," I pouted. "You want to check?"
"OK,"
she said, and leaned forward to reach under my testicles. Of course she
didn't find anything until she reached the outskirts of my butt hole.
"There is this..." she said.
"But that's different!" I said. "You know that. We both have one of
those."
"Yeah, you're right. But it's still a hole."
"Not one that can make me feel good like you have."
"Hmmm."
"I'd like a hole like that."
"Really?"
"Well, yeah, if it can make you feel so good."
"Huh. So you're better in the penis department, and I'm better in the
hole department?"
"Yeah, it looks that way. And in the nipple department."
"Yeah. But I'd still like to get my penis."
"OK."
"And I think we should find out how deep my hole really is."
"OK."
"What do we have that's longer than your finger?"
"Hmmmm... you have a ruler?"
"Ouch!"
"Oh, yeah, sorry." My penis twitched.
"Oh!" she said, as if surprised, and pointed at it. "That's longer."
"Oh, yeah, I guess it is! But it's a lot fatter too."
"Yeah,
I see, but I think maybe it would fit. You think my finger would fit
inside my hole along with yours? That would be wider."
She
shifted my hand to the side so the top of her hand was against the top
of mine and slid in, our middle fingers nail-side towards each other.
"See,
it fits!" she said, and began sliding in and out a little faster. I
matched her rhythm with my finger. Her eyes closed, her face slack with
pleasure. "Let's see if your penis fits the wide way, and then if that
works you can try to find out how deep the hole really is."
She removed her finger, and I started to withdraw mine, but she grabbed
it once more. "No, yours stays in!"
"Um,
OK," I said, and paused briefly. But I then started to maneuver around
to mounting position, while keeping the finger in the hot, slick hole
where she wanted it.
"Oh, yeah, hmmm, we'll have to get really close together," she said.
"You think you can manage it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"You don't mind being that close to me?"
"No, not at all!" I said as I began to lower myself onto her, my finger
still slowly going in and out of her hole.
"Are you ready?" I asked. "Ready to try the new measuring device?"
"Yes!" she said.
I started to slide my finger out.
"But don't take that out!' she said once more.
"Um, I don't think they'll both fit at once, do you? I mean, we're not
even sure the other one will fit."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so," she said with a shy smile. "But don't take the
one out until the other's ready to go in."
"OK," I said, nuzzling my penis into her feminine folds.
Finally I slid my finger out and nuzzled my fat cock tip against her
opening.
"I'm empty!" she said urgently. "In! In! In!"
I pressed with my penis, and her tissues flared open.
"Oh!" she said.
"Too much?"
"No, no... I'm just surprised. In! In! In!"
I
pressed in. Her passage resisted smoothly, and her eyes stayed wide
open with surprise, but she didn't wince. I guess she'd already broken
whatever she had for a hymen earlier.
"In! In! In!" she kept
urging, and I increased the pressure. My glans slid more quickly into
the hole, which parted deliciously around me but gripped very tightly.
"Now, in and out, like your finger?" she pleaded.
"OK," I said, delighted to do that with my, um, measuring stick. I
gasped and moaned.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"You're not just being a kind uncle and putting up with the pain just
for me?"
"No. It feels really nice, actually." I was trying to act nonchalant,
but the pleasure made me moan, my face going slack.
"Hey, you look kind of like I look. You think we feel kind of the same?"
"Yeah, I bet we do."
"So my hole lets me feel good, and your penis lets you feel good?"
"Looks like it."
"Your finger in and out didn't feel the same way to you?"
"Nope. My penis feels much, much better. Fantastic, in fact."
I pressed in a little farther with each stroke, and finally felt
something nudging against my tip when I was in the most.
"Hey, I think I found the end of your hole! Can you feel it?"
"Maybe. Can you press a little more?"
I did, and she said, "Yeah, I can feel it! So it doesn't go up there
forever! Phew!"
I pressed in again and got a firm but pleasant bump against the end. My
pubic bone was simultaneously bumping against hers.
"So, now I just take my penis out and we measure it with a ruler, and
we know how deep your hole is."
"Don't you dare!"
"What?"
"It's fun to measure like this."
"Um, yeah, but... you wanted a penis, right?"
"Yeah,
but... maybe you should keep repeating the measurement. You know, like
in science class? You repeat measuring something in case there's an
error, like random or something?"
"OK, sounds good." I pumped
some more, in and out, but the measurement was just the same each time.
Her hole was one Uncle-Mark-penis length deep.
"Huh, seems pretty consistent," I said. "Is that enough?"
"No!" she said.
Our
eyes locked and my face lowered towards her. I let our lips touch. She
kissed me back, and our lips slid sensuously over each other. When I
withdrew my face a little she grasped the back of my head and pulled me
back.
"That isn't strictly necessary for this measuring thing, is it?" I
panted softly.
"No, do you mind?"
"No, no... not at all," and we resumed our kiss as I kept measuring her
hole, over and over again, probing.
After a minute, she said, "You've got a hole up here, at least," she
said. "Can I measure it?"
"OK,"
I said, smiling at her. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth and
wiggled around. I sucked in on it gently and her stomach shook to show
the giggle she couldn't make with her mouth.
After I released her, I asked, "Should I probe yours too?"
She
nodded and smiled, and I slid my tongue into her. She sucked, gently at
first, then really hard, making me squawk as best I could.
"Oh,
sorry," she said, with a grin, not looking sorry at all. "But are you
sure you're trying really hard when you measure me down there? Not
holding back?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm in as deep as I can go."
"If you don't get the measurement right, the penis we get might not fit
me right."
"I guess..." I said noncommittally.
Suddenly her tone shifted. "Oh, Uncle Mark, I don't want a penis of my
own -- I just want to borrow yours!"
"Really?"
"Yes! Faster!"
I grinned.
"Oh, Uncle Mark! ... Deeper! Harder!"
My niece was one very hot girl with one very tight, slick, hot hole.
And she really, really, really liked to have it measured.
I
broke my kiss to stare into her eyes, and worked my hands down behind
her rear end, each one grasping a butt cheek. "I think I can press us
together better this way," I said. "So I don't measure too shallow."
"Good!" she said urgently.
Then
I lost any last pretext of scientific objectivity, I floored my fucking
apparatus, shafting my fat, long, hard cock up into her tight, hot,
slick cunt just as deep and hard as I could, withdrawing several inches
each time but plunging in again to the hilt, faster and faster.
We were male and female, mating. Mother nature rewarded us with immense
pleasure.
"Oh, Uncle Mark! Oh, oh, oh, AAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
"OOOHHHHHHHH!" I roared as a mind-reeling orgasm gripped me and I
flooded her deep cunt with oceans of cum.
After the fifth shot I slackened my pace a little, and from her
relaxation I could tell her orgasm was over too.
Slowly I started to withdraw my softening member.
"Don't you dare!" she said, gripping my butt to keep me in place. "I
don't want to be empty."
"Um, OK, Amy, but... you know... eventually."
"Oh, I know, you silly!" she said, reaching up to pepper my cheeks with
kisses. "Just not quite yet, OK?"
"OK,"
I said, and settled down on her. Gradually I let more and more of my
weight onto her. I could hear her straining to breathe, then heard her
giggle.
"OK, you can get off, if you really want."
I
instantly held my own weight up and thrust back and forth with my
flaccid cock into my lovely niece. She laughed, and the pressure
pressed the little floppy thing right out of her.
"Did I do that?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Oops, sorry."
"Amy?"
I said softly, turning pink, an unpleasant thought creeping up on me. A
sexy niece can muddle your thoughts, and she can also make you forget
some things entirely.
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid I made a mess up in your hole."
"Oh?" she said with a big smile.
"I shouldn't have," I said.
"Why not?"
"Um, well, hmmm, do you know where babies come from?"
She started to shake her head, but couldn't help breaking into a big
smile. "It's OK, my period's due tomorrow."
"Whew."
After several more minutes of lying in each other's arms, she said,
"Uncle Mark?"
"Yeah, my sweet Amy?"
"Can
we go away together? Get in the car right now, before my parents get
back and go? Drive across the country? Every night we can stay in a
different motel, and you can measure my hole just as soon as we check
in, and then before we go to bed you can lend me your penis again, and
then in the middle of the night, and then in the morning. You really
ought to share when you have something the other person doesn't, right?
And then we can get up and drive again."
"Um...."
"And
find somewhere out of the way to stop in the middle of the day so you
can stick it in me again, like in the back seat of the car? "
"Um...."
"Please?" she asked, with a smile. "Forever and ever?"
"Hmmmm." I'm sure my look was not encouraging.
"Just for the summer?" she whined.
"Ummmm."
"Oh, I know I'm being silly. But would you like to, if we could? I
mean, wouldn't it be fun?"
"Yes,
Amy! It would be fantastic," I said, my feelings tacking with the wind.
But then I felt a gust of sadness. Just entertaining the fantasy was
hard, because it was something I would really, really have liked to do.
"Would you marry me?" she asked.
"Yes! Would you have my babies?"
"Yes! Six of them!"
We had been facing each other on our sides, and now we both slid onto
our backs, holding hands.
"You've
been a wonderful uncle. First, you didn't laugh at me. Then you said it
was OK to want a penis. Then you checked that I didn't have one, and
let me see yours. Then you showed me I had a hole down there --"
"You knew about it, right?"
She
gave me a big grin and turned away again. "And showed me how to measure
my vagina so we could fit a penis into it later. And then helped me
measure it, and showed me how good it felt to have something going back
and forth in my hole. And then lent me your penis, since I don't have
one of my own --"
"And you lent me your vagina, since I don't have one --"
"Yeah,
I guess not, huh. And showed me how I'm lovable and sexy, and took my
virginity and gave me a fantastic orgasm. You're a pretty great uncle."
"You're a wonderful niece."
We turned to face each other and she casually draped her leg over mine.
"I love you, Uncle Mark."
"Oh, sweet Amy. I love you too."
"Not just like an uncle -- I mean, I really love you!"
"Me too, Amy. Not just like my niece."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
And then we squeezed against each other tightly.
My cock rose again, and she noticed it poking her thigh.
"You want to repeat the measurement, to make sure you got it right?"
she asked with a mischievous smile.
I
didn't answer, but rolled her onto her back. Our bodies joined smoothly
and effortlessly, and our lust took us again. I watched her beautiful
young face awash in pleasure, eyes half shut. After pounding for a good
long while my responsibilities as uncle began gnawing at me.
"Um, Amy, you should learn a few other things, OK?"
"Like what?"
"Some guys are going to want to do it from the rear, so it's good to
know if you like it or not."
"From the rear?"
"Yeah, like doggies."
"Oh, yeah," she said, giggling. "Would you like that?"
"That's not the point, Amy. The point is you ought to know about it now
that you've got the chance."
"But would you enjoy it too?"
"Well..." I said, then broke out in a guilty grin.
Amy laughed. "Can we get that way without you coming out of me?"
"Um, it can be done, but it's a lot of work, and I might pull a muscle
or something."
"OK," she said, and pulled away from me.
"Now, I like the idea, but it's not that important to me. If you don't
like it, just say so and we'll stop right away, OK?"
"OK.
So here I am, a doggy." She panted, on her hands and knees. "I want to
have puppies. What do I do?" She knew enough to turn so her rear end
was pointed at me.
I sidled up behind her. "Now tilt your pelvis forward... No, the other
way."
"Oops," she said.
I paused to admire her rear end.
She looked back over her shoulder. "What do I do?"
"Just be patient, girly dog. The daddy dog will be right in."
I got in position behind her, spread her lips with my fingers and
pressed.
"Oooo! ... Woof! Woof!" she said.
I slid in more and more, but not all at once, aware that I would get a
deeper penetration this way. I began my back and forth.
She giggled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Does it hurt?"
"No... You promise you won't laugh?"
"No promises," I said with a chuckle.
"Well, OK. This way, I really feel like I'm getting fucked."
I laughed. "Is that good or bad?"
"I'm not sure."
"Think
of yourself as a beast, right? You want to reproduce, to bear young,
and this is how it's done." I started growling, and she laughed.
I pressed in a little farther.
"Ouch!"
"Oops, sorry," I said, now knowing how deep she could tolerate. "I
guess we got the limit on the measurement that time."
"Yeah, I guess we did."
I fucked in and out of my mate with quick, shallow strokes.
"You know, this is OK, but I don't feel so much."
I
worked the fingers of my right hand down to where my shaft was pumping
in and out of her, and gently fluttered them against the part where her
clitoris was hiding.
"Oh, wow! That's better!" she said, and started moaning.
After
a while longer, she looked over her shoulder and said, "You know what?
This is OK because you're Uncle Mark and I know you love me, but if I
didn't feel so sure, I wouldn't want to, I don't think."
"OK, sweetie," I said, "Now you know." I gave her butt a slap as I
pulled out.
She started to lie down, but I stopped her and lay on my back in the
center of the bed. "Here's the other way."
"Huh?"
"You get up on top of me."
"Oh," she said, and we fumbled a few times before she managed to impale
herself on my cock. She slid up and down.
"How do I know if I'm doing it right?" she asked.
"Oh, honey, experiment and see what feels best. Unless you bend me too
far out of shape, nothing you do will be wrong."
"Really?"
"Really."
She
tried different things. "Even this?" she said, with her pelvic bone
plastered against mine, moving forward and back instead of up and down.
"Even that."
She asked a few more times about different things she tried, but
finally got the message that everything was OK.
After
a few minutes, just after she took up a slightly different angle and
rhythm, she stopped and said, "Oh, shit!" Immediately her eyes snapped
open and she said, "Oops!"
"It's OK, you can use all the swear words you want."
She smiled. "OK,", then tentatively, "I'm fucking you." When I smiled,
she giggled, then went back to her previous motion.
"Oh... my... God," she said, gasping. "What about you?"
"Don't mind me!" I said urgently. "I want you to go for it. I love it
any way you do it."
"OK,"
she said, "OK!" And then after many silent seconds of very slow moves,
she held her breath, then gasped and started gulping for breath as she
flopped down on me.
She barely noticed when I flipped her over, keeping my cock up her
pussy, and began pounding away.
After 30 seconds she opened her eyes, and with a dreamy smile said,
"Fuck me however you like best, Uncle Mark."
I
believed her, and began sliding in and out slowly, feeling her heavenly
pussy gripping me gently as I surged in and out. I lay down to brush my
chest against hers, and began a slow, sweet kiss. I found that the
slower I slid in and out of my dear niece's hole, the better it felt.
When I finally reached the point of no return, with a huge convulsion
building, I pulled my mouth away and began fucking away furiously as my
brain seized up, joined a second later by the spurting of my cum. She
yelped too, coming once more.
I eased myself down onto her, then slid over so we were facing, side by
side. She didn't object when my cock slid out.
We were silent for a few minutes.
Finally she said in a small voice, "I love you, Uncle Mark."
I
paused a few seconds and repeated, "I love you, Amy," carefully
omitting the "too" that would be commonly spoken at that point.
Later
I started awake, briefly surprised to find myself in my niece Amy's
arms, naked bodies intertwined. Watching her sleep in my arms was about
the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life, I decided, and I let
myself fall back into slumber as well.