MARIA AND AMANDA

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

As I hung up the phone, I wondered what I was getting into. Would I be able to handle my niece Maria any better than my brother and his wife? My brother had called to ask if Maria could stay with us for the summer. At 13, she was already into sex, drinking, and drugs. He hoped that a couple of months away from her regular friends might break her of her bad habits. My farm offered the perfect alternative; it was remote, two states away, and had plenty of chores to keep a young girl busy. If that wasn’t enough, my brother had pointed out how my own daughter, Amanda, had turned out. She was a model student, hard worker, and very trustworthy. Perhaps my parenting skills were tiptop, the environment was great, or a combination of both, but Amanda was just the opposite of the wild, reckless, and fast Maria. So, I agreed there was less temptation for Maria on the farm and said she was more than welcome.

I told Amanda about the upcoming visit of her cousin in a few days and she shrugged and said, “She’s trouble wherever she goes, but maybe we can whip her into shape.” She smiled, but it seemed that she wasn’t too eager to see her cousin. The two girls were different in every way. Though they’d been close when they were younger, in the past 3 years they’d gone different directions. Maria seemed destined for a life of chaos while Amanda was well behaved. From her mother’s Hispanic heritage, Maria had long black hair, dark skin, and brown eyes. My 12-year-old Amanda was blonde, blue-eyed, and fair.

The few days before Maria’s arrival gave me time to put her into a common fantasy I’d been having lately. I found many of Amanda’s friends appealing in a sexual way now that their bodies were maturing. Their innocence combined with their growing bodies was exciting to me. There was never any doubt in my mind that those thoughts would stay deeply hidden in a fantasy world and never become reality. Though I was aware that Amanda herself was maturing, she was my daughter and was never in my fantasies. Maria, on the other hand, being my brother’s daughter, found her way into them. My fantasies were particularly vivid because I knew that Maria was sexually active.

When Maria arrived, I was surprised at her behavior. She wasn’t the wild child that I’d expected, but was courteous and pleasant. Amanda, too, seemed won over by the unexpected change in her cousin. I thought maybe Maria wasn’t too sure what to expect, especially since her father’s parting words to me was that I was to treat her like my own daughter and discipline her in any way that I saw fit. I’d never had to discipline Amanda severely, but maybe Maria thought Amanda’s good behavior was due to a spanking or two. Whatever the reason, the farm slipped back into a normal routine within a day. Maria didn’t complain about her chores. My fears about her running away faded. After all, it was a ½ mile dirt road to the county road, 12 more miles to the state highway, and 23 miles from there to the nearest town. It would take some serious motivation to get the city girl Maria to run away in the middle of nowhere.

On the evening of her second day, Maria surprised me by sitting on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay here, Uncle Dan,” she said. I was deeply touched by her appreciation and affection. Without even thinking about it, I had leaned forward and helped her sit on my lap, and then settled back with my arm around her, returning my attention to the TV. She was wearing a halter top that left her midriff bare. With my arm draped behind her for support, my hand rested on her bare skin. Her skin was warm and smooth and she smelled nice. It wasn’t the fruity scent that Amanda had after a shower and shampoo, but rather the faint smell of perfume that was mildly intoxicating. I was wearing shorts and she a short skirt, so our bare legs were touching. The young teen that sat on my lap seemed innocent as she snuggled down to watch TV with me. Yet, the thought flickered through my head that she was an experienced girl who’d experimented with sex with several boys her own age and cost one middle school teacher his job. At that moment Maria seemed far from that naughty girl.

Still, as a commercial came on, I couldn’t help but take a closer look at the tender young girl on my lap. Her halter top did little to hide her teacup size tits. It seemed a size or two too small and only accentuated her lovely young breasts. Her skirt rode up above mid-thigh, exposing her lovely brown legs nearly to her panties. My hand rested on bare skin and I ran a finger lightly across her sensitive side. She giggled and squirmed as I tickled her. “Uncle Dan,” she said indignantly. “Stop that.” She playfully swatted me, but didn’t try to get up. She squirmed a couple more times, each time her skirt riding higher and higher. She settled down when the show started again.

As the show went on, I found myself drawn to Maria. I kept glancing at her tits or the top of her thighs where they disappeared under her skirt. The skirt was riding high enough now that I thought I was on the verge of getting a view of her panties. It had been years since I’d had sex with anything but my own hand and I was very aware of Maria’s scent, touch, and sensuality. The fact that she was my niece and had been sent to stay with me to straighten her out kept me from going too far, but having a young teen in my lap was nice.

At the next commercial, I tickled her again. She squirmed again and punched me lightly. “One more time like that and I’m leaving,” she said sternly.

I acquiesced and let her relax again. But, I caught my breath as I looked down over her body again. With that last squirm, her skirt had ridden high enough that I could indeed see her panties, that is, if she had been wearing any. Instead, I stared straight at the bottom of her lovely young pussy, lightly covered with dark curly hair. I had a perfect view of her fleshy pussy lips and stared at them for a few seconds. Abruptly, I sat up and eased her off my lap, smoothing her skirt down as I did. I tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, but she probably knew exactly what I’d seen. “Oh, you’re getting too big to sit on my lap for very long,” I said. “I need a break.” I stood, and then was suddenly aware of my erection. Flustered, I turned away. “I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”

“A coke,” giggled Maria as I walked away.

When I got back, I sat where I had been. Maria sat next to me and soon lay back on the couch, draping her legs across my lap. She seemed more interested in me than in the TV show now. I tried to keep my concentration on the TV, but I was acutely aware that her bare pussy was nearly in sight and she was purposely teasing me. I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to do the decent thing, but after a few minutes of internal debate, I finally said, “Maria, around here I expect you to wear underwear. Now go put on some panties.” I had to take control to avoid treading into my fantasy world.

Maria muttered something as she got up, but left and came back about a minute later. She plopped herself down on the couch in the same position. With her legs draped across my lap, she couldn’t resist lifting her skirt for a split second to flash me a view of her pink panties. “Satisfied?” she asked.

“Better,” I said. But, there was more than a little of me that kept that image of her pink panties in mind as the TV show ended. I hustled her off to the guest room that had become her room and made sure Amanda was in bed also. That night in bed, I thought about Maria’s lovely brown legs and that flash of pink she’d shown me. Even more, I thought about the “accidental” exposure of her bare pussy.

As the days went by, the routine settled in. I spent most of the days out of the house, tending to the crops and occasionally running into town. The girls kept up the house for me and tended the animals. Amanda was quite good with the animals and was teaching Maria how to take care of the horses, pigs, chickens, and dogs. In the evenings we played card games or watched TV. Amanda didn’t like the same shows that I watched, so she was usually in a different room. But, Maria was always there when I was watching TV. I started to look forward to the teasing that she was doing. My masturbation sessions had not been as enjoyable for several years as they were now with images of scantily clad Maria in my head. I talked to my brother and his wife Friday night to let them know that Maria was still here, drug free and doing well.

As I went down the hall looking for Maria to tell her about the phone call, she came out of the bathroom. Fresh out of the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her head and was drying her hair. She wore nothing else. I turned quickly, mumbling an apology. It was fairly dark in the hallway, so I hadn’t really seen anything. “You shouldn’t be walking around like that,” I said to her. “Use a robe or get another towel to wrap around you.” I found myself wanting to turn to face her as if a naked 13-year-old was nothing to be excited about, but the problem was, I did find it exciting.

“Oh, it’s OK, Uncle Dan,” said Maria, apparently thinking she could get away with her little peep show.

“It’s not OK, Maria,” I replied. “You don’t go around your house like that, do you?”

“Yes, I do,” she said, to my surprise. “I’d… well… not that mom and daddy have ever caught me. I mean, my room is on the other side of the house from their room, so I do it all the time. They just never caught me. You surprised me.”

“Well, you have to be more careful around her. Good girls don’t take the chance of getting caught running around naked,” I said. And I was supposed to be teaching her to be a good girl.

“I suppose not,” she agreed. “But, I’ll bet daddy told you I’m not a good girl.”

“Yes, and he told me that…”

“Maria! Daddy!” It was Amanda. I was having a conversation with a naked Maria in the hallway. The fact that I had my back turned was apparently not a factor in Amanda’s shock. “Get to your room, Maria,” I said. “Amanda, I was just telling her not to wander around the house like that.” I thought my explanation was a bit lame as I went off to watch some TV.

A few minutes later, Maria came into the room wearing a terrycloth robe. “Now, why couldn’t you have been wearing that a few minutes ago?” I asked her.

“Sorry,” she said, not looking a bit apologetic.

She started to sit down next to me and I said, “I hope you have something on under that.”

She stopped and grabbed the front of her robe, ready to pull it open for me. “Wanna see?” she asked, taunting me.

“I’m not sure,” I said. I could imagine her flashing her nude body at me just for fun. But, she did pull it open to show that she was wearing an over sized T-shirt that covered her from neck to mid-thigh. “Fine,” I said, allowing her to settle down next to me.

At the commercial break, Maria said, “Amanda is mortified.”

“Well, she should be. And you need to shape up. That kind of thing just isn’t tolerated around here.” Still, that night I had visions of Maria standing naked in the hallway. Her features hadn’t been too clear in reality, but my imagination filled in the details.

Saturday morning I had to drive into town. As usual, I told the girls to make sure they got their chores done, told them they were on their own for lunch, and told them to call me on my cell phone if they needed anything. About ten minutes later, I realized I didn’t have my checkbook and whipped a U-turn back home. Pulling up in front of the house, I hopped out and went inside. As the door slammed shut, Maria popped up off of the couch with a surprised look on her face. Uncle Dan was home early. And I suddenly had a surprised look on my face. Maria was naked except for a pair of white panties.

This was the first time I’d had a good look at her body as she stood with one hand over her mouth and the other at her side. She gave a flip of her head to toss her long black hair over her shoulder, inviting me to look at her. Her breasts, like the rest of her body, were the color of milk chocolate. Her nipples were like dark chocolate, perched atop her small mounds. She was slender, with lovely legs. The white panties accentuated her color, making her look exotic. The 13-year-old walked toward me, taking two steps and then turning slowly. I took in every inch of her body as her small breasts turned in profile. They were so small, so innocent looking, as they announced her entry to womanhood. Her flat tummy was so smooth and inviting. As she continued to turn, I saw her round little ass. The panties she wore were nothing but a thong, so they hid nothing from behind. Her bare back was lovely and she peeked with a mischievous, inviting smile over her shoulder. I could feel my cock harden as she spun the rest of the way around, giving me the profile of her tits and then facing me again. She took three more steps and was in my arms.

“Uncle Dan,” she breathed. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I wonder how she knew that I was feeling the same way. I instinctively put my arms around her, caressing her bare back and holding her to me. “Where’s Amanda?” I asked, knowing that my daughter must be away somewhere or else Maria wouldn’t be naked.

“She’s… um… busy,” said Maria.

“Where?” I asked, thinking that Maria’s answer sounded vague and suspicious.

“In her room?” said Maria, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

Something was definitely up. “What’s going on, Maria?” I asked. My cock relaxed its hold on my emotions as my suspicions rose.

“Amanda’s just busy,” said Maria, her fingers reached for my zipper. “Don’t worry about her. She can’t interrupt us. She won’t catch us.”

Just then I heard Amanda’s voice calling from down the hall. It sounded like she was in her room, just like Maria said. “… tee girl … waiting … ease … to come… NOW!” Her voice was fainted, muted by the distance, but insistent.

“What is she saying?” I asked. I let go of Maria and started toward the hallway.

“Uncle Dan, don’t go down there,” pleaded Maria.

“What? Why? What’s going on?”

“We’re playing a game,” said Maria.

“What kind of game?”

“Please, be quiet, don’t let her know that you’re home. It will… embarrass her. Just don’t go back there. Go to town and come back later.”

“What kind of game?” I insisted, whispering.

“She’s… um… well, she’s tied up right now.”

“Tied up? You mean, like really tied up. With ropes and stuff?”

“Yeah,” said Maria. “With ropes.”

“And the game involves you taking off your clothes to get comfortable while she tries to untie herself?”

“Um… not really,” said Maria. She looked at the ground. For the first time, she seemed embarrassed. The 13-year-old who had unabashedly pressed her nearly naked body against me just a few seconds earlier was now embarrassed.

I took a couple more steps down the hall and Maria tugged at my arm. “Uncle Dan, don’t go back there.” As I pulled again, she said, “Uncle Dan, if you go back there, be quiet for at least 30 seconds. Take a deep breath and don’t get excited.”

That stopped me. What was so terrible back there that I needed that kind of a warning? Maria let out a sigh, apparently thinking that I wasn’t going to go back anymore. But, I had just paused. “OK,” I agreed, telling myself to stay calm and quiet. I finished the short journey down the hallway and pushed open the door to my daughter’s room. I caught my breath, forcing myself to stay quiet and I stared at the nude body of my 12-year-old daughter. She was tied spread eagle to her own bed. Her wrists were tied to the corners at the head of her double bed and her ankles were tied to the bottom corners. My eyes ran over the white skin. Amanda had a flat chest with just the smallest peaks where her nipples pushed up. Her flat tummy gave way to a hairless pussy with fat puffy lips. Her slender legs were spread wide, giving me a perfect view of her slit.

Hearing the door open, Amanda spoke, “Please, Queen Maria, the naughty girl wants to cum so bad. I’ve been waiting for you. Please, touch me. Please, play with me. Make the naughty girl cum for you, Queen Maria.” She was blindfolded, so she couldn’t see me standing there gaping at her lovely body. Like Maria had said, Amanda would have been embarrassed to be caught playing the game she was playing. My perfect little daughter had been corrupted by her cousin in less than a week. Yet, the thought that leaped foremost to my mind was how sexy she looked like that. She strained against her bonds and her body squirmed. Every inch of her seemed to beg for attention.

I don’t know how long I stood and stared at her and listened to her plead for release. Maria pulled me by the hand out of the room. As we left, Amanda’s voice increased in urgency. She wanted to cum right now. When we got back to the family room, Maria observed with a smile, “You didn’t untie her. You liked the way she looked, huh?”

“Maria,” I said, trying to gather my wits. “I don’t…”

“You don’t have to be ashamed,” said Maria. “Lots of men like little girls. I could see it in your eyes the first time you looked at me this summer. Lots of men like to see women tied. Some men like to see little girls tied.” Her hand was on my cock, feeling its hardness. “You have to do this. I can tell you want this. If you don’t do it right now, you’ll regret it forever.”

“This is way wrong,” I said. “I can’t do this.”

“You have to do it,” said the 13-year-old sex kitten. She stepped back and stripped off her panties, showing me her naked cunt. Now, in the light of day I could see her entire body. I couldn’t believe the effect that it had on me. The little girl tits, slender frame, and sparse pussy hair made her look so young and innocent. My cock told me that what she said was right. I needed to have her or else I would regret it forever. “I want you to do it,” she added as she took my hands and placed them on her pert little tits.

I crossed the boundary from fantasy to reality, unable to resist my niece. I cupped her tits and ran my thumbs over her dark nipples, bringing them to hardness. My daughter’s voice pleaded from the distance as I pressed my lips to Maria’s lips and tasted her. Our tongues swirled together and my hands ran over her warm, naked back and down to cup the cheeks of her cute little ass. Maria wriggled free and unbuttoned my shirt. Her hands ran over my chest and then she pressed her tits against me. It felt electric as our bare skin touched.

I fumbled my boots off and let her help me with my jeans. Nude, my cock pointed at the ceiling. “Mmmm,” she purred as she knelt in front of me. With practiced ease, my 13-year-old niece ran her tongue up and down my shaft and then took about 3 inches into her mouth. The sight of my cock disappearing into her sweet mouth was incredible. Her right hand pumped my cock as she sucked me. When she pulled back, she trailed a strand of precum from her mouth to the tip of my cock. With apparent relish, she caught it with her tongue and then licked at the tip of my cock to clean it. “Jeez, Uncle Dan,” she said. “You’re so big.” And then she returned to sucking on my cock.

Part of me wanted to cum in her mouth, but I pulled back and said, “Lay back, honey, I want to fuck you.”

“Oooo, yes, Uncle Dan, that’s what I want, too,” she said, adding. “I’m on the pill, you know.”

I took her last words as encouragement that I didn’t have to stop unfinished. Her cunt was damp from her own desires as I pressed my cock against the tight opening and pressed in. She gasped with pleasure as I sank my 7-inch cock to the hilt. “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned. “It’s been too long without a cock in me.”

I started pumping slowly. Her talented mouth had gotten me close to cumming, but I wanted to savor the feeling of her tight pussy for a few minutes. The sight of her young body under me was erotic and I put my hands back on her teenage tits. She humped against me, picking up my rhythm and then trying to get me to fuck her harder and faster. My own wife had never gotten very aroused during sex, so I had never seen anything like this little girl who seemed to need what I had to give her. “Fuck me, Uncle Dan,” she hissed. “Do it harder, let me have it all. Fuck little Maria’s pussy.”

I obliged her by picking up the pace. The squirming, writhing girl was such a turn on that I found myself out of control. I pounded into her cunt, using my hands and lips on her body. Never one to talk much during sex, I just listened to her as she excited us both with words. It was all the more exciting because she kept her voice low, not wanting Amanda to know what was happening. It added an erotic touch that what we were doing was so forbidden that we had to keep it quiet. “Fuck the little girl, Uncle Dan. Fuck my tight cunt. Oooo, yeah, squeeze my titties… harder. Oooo, fuck me. Oh, yeah, naughty Uncle Dan, fucking his niece. Fuck me hard, Uncle Dan. Oh, God, I’m cumming, Uncle Dan. You’re so fucking big, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

I felt my own cum start to rise. Every fiber of my being wanted to fill this little girl with my cum, so I kept pounding in her as she panted that she was cumming. My cock finally spasmed with an orgasm as I shot a load of cum into her little cunt. Again and again I unloaded as her pussy seemed to milk the cum right out of me. Even after I had cum, my cock stayed sensitive and I enjoyed the feeling of sliding in and out of her slippery love tunnel for several more strokes before I was finally finished.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. Amanda’s voice had quieted. Perhaps she’d grown tired of pleading. But, Maria reminded me of Amanda’s predicament when she asked, “Are you thinking about her?”