Perverts 'R' Us

Steph's Irony - Part 1©

By DeeVeeAnt ( ped, M/f, cons, 1st )

One of life's cruel ironies is that anything that is sweet and good means it is bad such as chocolate, candy, fried food, and young tarts. Of course, most of us know to stay away from all that is bad for us, but if push comes to shove, opportunity makes the thief. And boy did the opportunity come my way!

I am no different than most of you. I am what I call a middle of the road kind of guy. Middle-aged, not tall but not short, not skinny or overweight, not black nor white, and thus not well-endowed but enough to appeal and satisfy. Unlike most of you, I am happily married to a hot Latina that I met back in my junior high school days. And by the way, she's got a sister who is just as hot. It is that sister's daughter that provided an opportunity I could not pass up and you guys will realize that by the end of this story. When you are done reading and cleaning up, ask yourself if you would have done differently than I did.

As it happened, I can thank a very elderly granny who was very deathly ill and requested the attendance of all daughters, sons, and grandchildren. Fortunately for me, great-grandchildren were not called upon to attend, and due to my large house and work schedule I was Johnny-on-the spot to watch the niece and nephews. Having kids their own age at my home, made it only more reasonable and easy for them to decide that my home was the best place to stay for a couple of days. And what a couple of days it was!

So, how does one entertain a couple of pre-teen boys and an 11-year-old niece for a weekend? Movies, video games and lots of food! And so it was that I found myself walking out of the local Blockbuster with the latest version of Final Fantasy, Need For Speed, and God of War for the boys and a bunch of Hannah Montana, Cheetah Girls, and Bratz movies for my precious niece - unbeknownst to all of them, I had stopped at a local favourite adult movie store of mine, and picked up a couple of DVDs for myself the night before.

It was then, as we walked out of Blockbuster, that I realized I had not seen my niece and nephews since early that year, during the winter school holidays. It was also then, when I first noticed how much Steph had developed over that period. At just past the age of 11, she was about four foot eight, all of maybe ninety-five pounds, with jet-black, straight hair, and all the features of a young pubescent girl. I mean, that girl had grown a fine pair of tits to go along with hips that had widened a bit, so that she no longer had a little-girl figure.

It was clear that the female genes of her prior generation were allocated to her as her eyes had that sensual, bedroom look that the bangs of her hair tried to hide. As she walked ahead, I took notice of her hips as they rotated, making her ass move much as her mother's and aunt's. Her hair flowed behind her as the wind took hold of her youthfulness and beauty and brought the sweet smell of the pre-teen's freshly washed hair and body towards me. I thought for a moment that I had perceived a hint of the sensual perfume I had selected for her mother's Christmas gift this past year. Suddenly, I felt someone grab me and pull me back as if to stop me from falling into an invisible precipice.

"You OK Dad? You nearly walked right in front of that van!"

"Yeah, son. I guess I was just daydreaming and thinking about your great-granny and your mom." I replied, knowing that was not the case, but I had to come up with something at the moment. The truth was, I was really caught of guard by what I'd been thinking. It really kind of scared me that Steph had had such an effect on me. I had not considered my attraction to the younger aspect of the opposite sex, though I had enjoyed the pleasures of my wife when she was young. The difference was that I had been young as well. Yet, here I was, in the midst of middle age and going goo-goo over my eleven-year old niece. I felt so sheepish!

On the way home I tuned out the normal vociferous chattering of four pre-teens, as I thought about the dinner plans and the sleeping arrangements. I had a four-bedroom house, with the master set on the opposite end of the house as the other bedrooms. The game consoles were in the boy's room, at the very back of the house, leaving the DVD and TV in the living room all clear, with the hall between the master and other rooms. If I wanted peace and quiet all I had to do was to close the hallway door. My oldest daughter's room was down the hall from the boy's room, and it would be the one Steph was to use as Jen was away on a High-School Band trip for the weekend.

"How 'bout some Pizza for dinner?" I asked.

In unison came the reply. "Yeah! Can we go to Ci-Ci's Pizza? We want to play the video games, dad!"

With somewhat of a frown, I replied. "I just spent over $70.00 on video games for you all to play over the weekend. I don't mind the Pizza, but the games are out of the question."

In the rear-view mirror, I saw Steph cross her arms across her chest and put a small frown on her face. Intrigued, I turned the radio down and asked her directly what was wrong.

"Uncle, Pete. I don't like any of the games the boys are going to play because they get mad at me and I've already played them. Besides, they get rough and start playing around and hitting each other while playing. Boys, huh! Why can't I play games at Ci-Ci's? It's not fair that I can't play because of them!

I now understood what was bothering her, and she had a true cause. "OK, you are right, Steph." Looking at the boys I said, "Guys, she doesn't plan to play your games, so I am going to let her play here. You boys can eat all the pizza you want while she plays. I don't want to hear any complaints, OK?"

Again, in unison, "OK."

Boys will be boys, and they ran amuck through the buffet while I watched the manager look bewildered as the pizza cooks could not keep up with them. Steph ate some pizza and shared some salad with me, then ran off with a ten-dollar bill to the rear of the restaurant where the video games were, while the boys made their last trip to the food line, much to the dismay of the manager.

I was subtly involved in the movie playing on the elevated TV when Steph came back smiling wearing a cheap diamond-crusted cross necklace, tethered on a black nylon cord. What caught me was the manner in which the bottom of the cross settled between her budding breasts and it took all I had to divert my eyes to hers, and away from those precious lumps. Her smile was broad and innocent, yet somewhat devious as my eyes met hers. Unexpectedly, she reached out towards me and hugged me.

"Thanks, Uncle Pete."

"For what?" I replied.

"For letting me play the games. I used some of the quarters and got this cross out of the cheap toy machine. I know it isn't worth much, but it looks good, doesn't it?" She said this as she pushed her chest out and proudly showed me her necklace. (Or was it her bosom?)

Nervously, I replied, already feeling a major twitch within my trousers. "It does look good on you, and you make it look like it's worth a million bucks!"

"Really?"

"Really! You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'll go get the boys." I heard her say as she turned in search for the others. As she did, I caught myself looking at the roundness of the derriere and was very pleased to find that she had white, skin-tight jeans, which clearly showed that she was wearing high hip sexy panties. The twitch within my pants stirred and I had to look around to make sure no one else had caught on to my visual reference. With that last thought, I turned and walked out towards my SUV.

As I was getting in, I heard Steph yell, "Shotgun!" as a clear determinant that she was going in the front seat. The boys were disappointed. I was not. During the entire 15-minute trip home Steph and I talked about the sleeping arrangements, I explained that we had to watch the movies in the living room as the DVD in my daughter's room was inoperable and we also agreed on a movie to begin the night, while the boys discussed their game strategies. We settled on the Cheetah Girls and I also took the opportunity to go over some ground rules. One of the main ones was that the boys were to keep their door closed so that we could watch movies without having to be subjected to their rambunctious ruckus.

No sooner had I pulled into the garage, than the boys were out the door and into the house with the bag of games, movies and a variety of boxed candies. Steph, on the other hand was thoughtful and very helpful in bringing in the overnight bags and then feeding the cats and fish. She disappeared for a while and with her the overnight bags. I went to my room and changed into some gym shorts and a muscle shirt.

I checked the phone for calls and my laptop for e-mails and then, figuring it was movie time, went back out to the living room. There I found Steph, wearing a yellow and white 'monkeys & bananas' top and bottom flannel pajama set, lying sideways on the big couch with her head on her arm, which was in turn on one of the throw pillows. She had found one of my daughters many cotton covers and had it haphazardly on her.

There was a movie already going, and from my point of view, behind her, the translucence of the TV gave her an aura that to this day I'll never forget. Her silhouette, with the curves of her hips, the position of her head and the manner in which her hair fell over her lower shoulder leaving her silky smooth neckline available as if a willing participant to a lover's desire and was almost artistic in nature. The girl was driving me nuts without a bit of intention, and her natural beauty and femininity was doing it for her!

Needless to say, I had a thriving hardon by now. Yet, I knew that my thoughts were clearly improper, not to mention, incorrigible. I also knew that I loved this kid, and would die protecting her from guys whose actions went beyond the thoughts I was having. I knew that there was a line not to be crossed, both physically and mentally. I knew that I had been entrusted with the care of these children and to that extent, I was ultimately held responsible for any undue harm to them. Yet, my hardon thrived.

The couch she was on was not only the only one long and wide enough for both of us, but also, had the best view of the boy's room at the end of the hallway. It was this excuse I used to take up the end of the couch. I reached under the throw pillow and raised it along with her head and sat down at a right angle to her. I laid the pillow and thus her head back down onto my left hip. Once she sensed that I was comfortable, she slightly adjusted herself and turned to lie on her back but with her head still facing the screen. Even with most of the lights out, the luminescence of the TV provided enough light that I could see the arteries on her neck pulse.

After a while my left arm, which was draped across the back of the couch, fell asleep. As I lifted to and started moving it around, Steph asked, "What's wrong?"

"My arm fell asleep. I'm trying to wake it back up. Having it raised like that for so long, stops the blood flow."

She surprised me by saying, "Well, dummy, don't put it up there then! Just lay it here." She took my arm and laid it across her midriff. I can't tell you all how electrifying that was. I mean, there were several layers of cloth between her and me, but I felt a current of excitement that I had not experienced in a long time. Steph, my niece, was totally unaware of what her actions had done, but my mind translated that one move, as a green light or stepping-stone onto the next event. It came sooner than I had expected.

Within a few minutes, she started giggling and moving her right arm around.

"Ow. Now I know how it feels. My arm is asleep. Here, rub it, fast. I can't stand the tingling sensation. It feels like I got ants inside!" With that, she raised her arm, across her body and let me rub it down. Slowly, she started to put her down and I stopped rubbing only to have her tell me not to stop.

A few minutes later, her arm was back at her side, and I was still rubbing it, but with a lot less fervor. Eventually, it became a rhythmic soft caress over her skin with the tips of my fingers. She then turned towards the TV and slightly away from me, allowing my still-caressing fingers to linger over her mid-section. The fabric of her top had slowly raised and I found myself running my fingers over her bare skin, above and around her navel with gentleness I hadn't thought possible before. I think that subconsciously I was treating her like a very delicate and priceless piece of artwork, just as I had seen her from the other side of the room earlier in the evening.

Like I said earlier, opportunity makes the thief. At the behest of my throbbing dick, I guess, my subtle rhythmic caresses decided to become vertical instead of horizontal across her stomach. In doing so, I was reaching just above her rib cage and down past her navel stopping just above her panty line. Her breathing, I noticed, became more irregular and every once in a while, I heard and felt her take a deep breath. I noticed later on, that this occurred as my fingers were nearing the top of their reach, as if she wanted me to go higher. I fluttered, my mind racing, my heart beating and my cock throbbing. I knew that if I took the next step, there would only be one more waiting ahead of that one, and another in front of that. I knew what my body desired, what my heart felt, what my mind thought, yet in the background, I could hear my consciousness yell helplessly as my actions moved on. I went higher! - only to find a bra in the way while my niece was still calmly watching Raven Riley and her Cheetah Girls.

I kept the mesmerizing movement of my fingertips going up and down the length of her midsection and each time I would climb over the fabric of the bra. Eventually, I was moving past the bra and nearing her neck rubbing, as an excuse, the pendant of the necklace she'd won earlier. Not surprisingly her deep breathing ceased, only to be replaced by shallower quick breaths and reflexes as I rubbed on some ticklish areas. I looked down upon her to see if I could determine what she was thinking or to gauge her reactions as my hand wandered about her. Subtly, on a downward slope of my hand movement, I veered slightly off center, and came almost across her left breast. Covered as it was, I was still able to feel her hardened, erect nipple. I did not expect that. Even at that moment, her face was still serene and unmoved, but her eyes did widen a bit. I knew then that she was aware of my fingers intruding into holy territory and yet she was still complacent and willing. I had hoped so!

Just then, I heard the door to the boy's room open and, like a pack of wildebeest, saw them haul ass out of the room, holding their noses and pointing at each other. It seems that the Pizzas had caught hold of the boys and they were stinking each other out of the room. I had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that I had forgotten about the boys. This was a lesson I would not soon forget. At the exact moment the boys were hollering and laughing while coming out of their room, I was quickly removing my hand out from under Steph's top as she was sitting up.

While I searched the kitchen for any deodorizer I could find, I noticed Steph heading towards the back rooms. I figured that had been the end of the experience. Sweet as it had been, I was kind of thanking the Gods, for not letting me head straight into the depths of temptation. As I realized later, those Gods had not been listening, but others had!

The boys rousted about for a few minutes and then decided it was safe enough to go back into their room. I was also pleased to find that Steph was back on the sofa and had started watching the movie again. I had lost a bit of my hardness, but was still semi-erect. I was hurting somewhat from having had what amounted to an hour-long stiffer. I was rounding the corner fully, ready to lie on the love seat, and I noticed Steph starting to rise, as if expecting me to assume the position I had held before. I was happy to oblige.

It took just a few minutes, but we eventually found the previous comfort zones and I went back to rubbing her gently. I went through all the progressions I had before, but at a much faster pace, only taking two or three passes at each step. With a full hardon, I decided it was time to reach my previous limits and see how far I could take it. It was then that opportunity came a-knocking. Steph had removed her bra!

My hand was trembling and my dick was equally as active. Ever so slowly, I moved my palm just over her rock-hard nipple and brushed the very tip of it. I turned my hand so the back of it barely touched her skin as my hand continued down towards her navel. I came back up using the tips of my fingers in circular motions and moved towards her right breast. In doing so, my lower arm was in contact with her left tit. Almost cupping her breast, my fingers navigated the circumference and I gauged her tits to be about a small C-cup, but her nipples were clearly above average. My fingers finally fully collapsed on her tit as I let her very engorged nipple slide in between my middle and pointer fingers. Even though my hand was there only for a few moments, it felt like an hour. I was in heaven and my dick could have shattered glass at that moment.

My dick throbbed rhythmically with each beat of my heart, and I was wondering if Steph had felt it under her arm, even though the pillow was there. My hand was now on the move again, and this time the backs of my fingers raced down, past her navel and all the way past the elastic of her panties. I did not feel any hair protruding through her underwear, but I suspected that the silkiness of her newly-formed pubic hair was too fine to jet out through the flimsily cloth. Again, I let my hand wandered upwards and began to alternatively cup and rub her other tit. Her nipples had remained erect and I was now eager, not only to touch them, but also to see and taste them. I could not believe that I was here, with my niece's tits in my hand, and my dick up in a rage, knowing that it was wrong, yet it felt so right. Life's little ironies!

She stirred. My instant reaction was to start removing my hand from under her shirt. As I was doing so, she brought her arm from her side and laid it on top of mine, locking mine in position. My hand was directly on her right tit, and her arm was on top of mine. For a while, I continued to knead her soft, yet firm tit, and play with her nipple, rubbing and flicking it between my fingers. Her breathing had become faster, her eyes were now closed and her mouth was agape. She seemed to be concentrating and in a state of pubescent arousal. I could only agree, as her nipples and breathing were also a telling tale. But I decided to confirm it.

Releasing her tit, I started moving my hand downward, as she begrudgingly lifted hers, to allow me to move. I went beyond my previous boundaries and slid my hand under her pajama bottoms but over top of her panties, to the mound of her developing body, right at the top of the convergence of her legs. Using my, index finger, I started searching out the top of her opening, and rubbing softly over the area. Inch by inch, I continued to delve lower and lower until my palm rested on her mound and my fingers could easily reach far below. With a deep breath, I took a chance, and rubbed my finger right over the entrance to her young pussy. I was both surprised and pleased to find that the fabric of her panties was wet and what was even better, she raised her left leg a bit, leaving her right one lying on the sofa. I was flabbergasted! This nubile girl was not only allowing me to feel her up, she was inviting me to move forward.

I thought to myself that she was discovering her body along with me. I wondered if she knew that her body would have reacted like this to such handling. I wondered if she knew that her sex was alive and thriving, developing right in front of her. I wondered if she knew the power that she held over me and would soon hold over young boys and some men with wandering eyes. I wondered if she knew the pleasures her body could provide to herself and others, especially me, right at this moment. I wondered how far I would allow myself to go and how far she would allow ME to go. I would soon find out.

I decided to use the same technique that had gotten me here in the first place. Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her pubic area, and began to gently rub her left leg. Slowly, starting from her bent knee, I worked my way towards her inner thigh. The tightness of the pajama bottoms would not allow for much movement other than a gentle rub with my open hand, so that is what I did. With each pass, I directed my hand towards her inner thigh until eventually I was at her crotch, feeling the dampness of her virgin pussy over her panties. In one swift, deft move, my index finger reached under the elastic cloth searching for her G-spot. At the same instance, I looked at her to see her reaction. Since I had stopped massaging her tits, she was once again watching or at least looking at the TV screen. When my finger broached the protective cloth at her pussy, she turned her head and looked directly at me for the first time since this had started.

I froze entirely. I mean, what do you say, to an 11-year-old when you have your hand on her pussy and your finger at the entrance to her vagina? What do you do? My mind was convoluted and mouth was dry as a result. Her pussy was not, however, and that had to account for something. I felt a slight quiver coming from within her and soon realized, more than felt, that she had pulsed and contracted her pussy. With that, I came out of my slight trance and spoke in a whisper. "Are you OK? Did you do that?"

In the same low, but dreamy, tone she responded, "Uh, huh. I'm OK. Did what?"

"Kinda squeeze, and then let go, down there." I said

Steph did not answer immediately. I did catch a slight frown on her forehead and I was prepared to pull my hand out when she responded. I realized that she had been thinking of a response. "Oh that, yeah. You kinda of tickled me."

I recognized this was going to be the tale of the tape and thus said, "Oh, Did you want me to stop?"

"If you wanna." came the reply.

"I really don't want to, but I will if you do." Here goes, I thought.

The only response forthcoming was a typical teen slight shrug of the shoulders, which I took to mean "I don't care." Or was it that she truly did not know? Her body was responding, but was she? I decided to push the envelope again. (Or my finger in this case!)

But as life usually does, the rug was pulled out from me. Those darn boys were at it again, but this time I anticipated their exodus from their room. Calmly, I retrieved my hand from her crotch, but she was more abrupt as she quickly got up while simultaneously pulling her top down and re-arranging her bottoms. Leaving the cover on the sofa, she went to the kitchen and joined the rest of the boys at spelunking for snacks in the fridge.

I took the opportunity, went to my room and decided to relieve myself. I could not have kept a hardon much longer and I was hurting now. After locking the bathroom door and disrobing, I took the opportunity to taste the finger that had been so close and almost in Steph's pussy. The taste was musky and somewhat tart, but yet erotic and sweet enough that I had no choice but to jack off right then and there, all the while imagining what her tits and pussy looked like. I had an idea, as her mother had once been an object of my affections at an age not too far beyond hers. (But that is another tale!)

The deed done and after a very cold shower, I dressed again but this time omitting the underwear. I figured there were more movies and thus more opportunities. Hey, can you blame the prepared soul?

By the time I came back out of my room, it was almost midnight. All the kids had vanished from the kitchen and I heard them somewhere in the back of the house. I made me a stiff drink, a Cosmopolitan, and then let the dogs out for a while. Out of habit, I checked all the windows and doors, and did my usual house security walk through.

Having brought the dogs back in, I picked up the phone and called to check on my wife and others that were abroad. Once that task was done, I settled back on the sofa to watch TV. Not finding anything appealing to watch on the regular channels, I checked the adult programming and found a new debut that had some appeal to it. Figuring that the kids were busy doing lord knows what, I closed the hallway door for privacy, and settled in to watch a semi-hardcore adult movie. After a while, I started to doze off and was awakened by the hall door opening.

As Steph walked in, I noticed that she had put her hair up on a pony-tail, and had changed into a t-shirt that came down to her thighs. I was so taken back by her natural beauty that I forgotten about the movie. I'd left the remote on the table and did not have enough time to reach for it and do something before Steph had noticed the images in the screen and was clearly very interested, or surprised. The movie happened to be in a particular steamy, simulated anal scene and her eyes did not divert as she started to speak. Just then, I'd changed the channel to I don't know what. She then turned to face me and had a devilish grin on her beautiful face.

"Interesting movie choice, there. Why'd you change it?"

"It's an adult movie, Steph. I don't think that is the kind of movie that your mom would expect me to be letting you see. Besides, I thought you guys were asleep and I did not expect to see any of you here." I replied trying to be as adult and serious as possible.

She answered kind of matter-of-factly. "So, I won't tell Mom, if you don't. And the boys are asleep! I guess they finally pooped out. That's what they get for staying up 'til 4 this morning trying to play that 'World of WarCraft' game. Mom jumped their shit this morning when she found out! She was pissed 'cause they messed up the clothes she laid out to put in the suitcase."

"Mmmm…those boys and video games. Damn, I going to have to curtail their playing time, or at least Josh's. I think they are getting too much into it. Now about the other thing, Steph, it is a sex movie, with naked people, and you are eleven. I don't know if I should. Besides, you have not finished watching the 'Cheetah Girls'.

Putting her hands to her hips, but lowering her voice, she made her point. "Uncle Pete. In case you have not noticed, I'm not a little girl anymore, and we've already seen THE sex movie at school. My friend Sarah snuck one of her dad's T&A magazines and brought it over when she spent the night. I know all 'bout that stuff. I've just never seen a movie, but I know about your thing."

"What thing?" I questioned.

She came and sat next to me and looked down towards my hips. "Your penis, cock, or dick, or whatever you call it. I've seen them before." Now, looking at me again, she said. "I see my brother's all the time when he pees 'cause he don't close the door sometimes. And that magazine had some in there too, but bigger and with hair around it. So you see, I'm not going to see nothing new!"

With that, she grabbed the remote out of my hand the proceeded to find the movie I'd been watching. She adjusted the volume so that it was loud enough for us to hear, but not enough to mask any sounds coming from the back rooms. In a few minutes she had once more settled in on the couch much in the same position we'd been in hours before. There were noticeable differences: I was in nothing but my shorts, and there was no pillow.

With a raging hardon, I began running my fingers along her body, over the t-shirt. Almost immediately I found her nipples and began massaging them tenderly. She seemed concentrated on the steamy but soft-core porn, so I decided to travel down south. Reaching her pelvic area I noticed no panty line and was delighted to discover that she'd removed her underwear. Knowing there was nothing between my hand and her sweet, young pussy but the very thin cotton cloth of the t-shirt, I continued further down until I reached the hem of the shirt and pull it upwards so that the bottom half of her body would be totally available to me.

I felt the smoothness of her skin as I ran my hand up along her left inner thigh and all the way to her bare pussy. This time, I ran my fingers along her vaginal crevice, from her developing clitoris and down towards the rosebud of her anal opening. Her pussy lips, it seemed, were beginning to develop and protrude somewhat and I made sure to rub and pull slightly on her vaginal lip folds.

With each pass, the natural lubricant of her pussy made her wetter and wetter and she was also opening her legs wider giving me more and more access to her love canal. I could feel my hardon bulge upwards as if it wanted to jump out of my shorts and the fact is, that I wanted it to. Steph was enjoying herself and had a slight smile from either the sensation of her pussy, the visuals of the movie or the rhythmic pulses of my dick on along her neck. She dropped the remote control on the floor and then moved to retrieve it from the floor, momentarily allowing my hand to move from her pussy back to her tits as she stretched her body to reach for it. Her movement also allowed me to raise her t-shirt some more so that the front of it was now just barely below her tits. She returned to her previous position but consciously moved her left hand from her side and doubled it over her, laying it almost on her forehead and within inches of my cock.

The movie continued and so did I. Having almost her entire naked frontal body available to me I used the reflection of the TV screen to look at her naked body. Let me tell you, what a sight to behold. A totally flat tummy and almost hairless mound, only outdid her smooth silky skin, and perfectly formed legs. Her hips were wide enough to give her a demure pear shape and I already knew that she had a great ass.

With my left hand and fingers exploring her luscious pussy, I used my right hand and lifted her tee a few more inches so that her tits were also visible in the hazy light. Oh lord, what a pair! Her tits were indeed well formed but her nipples were huge for girl her age and surpassed her mother's and aunt's. Like her matriarch, her areoles were dark and covered a good portion of the tit's top and I already knew her nipples were sensitive and a probable "on" button for her. I was in paradise!

And then she made it even better. Subtly, her fingers wiggled and came into contact with my covered dick. She did that three or four times and each time I felt like an electric charge went through my body. Even the hair on my arms began to rise. She then let the back of her had rest ON my dick for a few minutes and the proceeded to gently move her hand back and forth over the head of it. Steph was doing to me what I'd done to her: started petting softly and then gradually move in! She turned slightly so that she could look at me and quietly asked, "How come they won't show a man's thingy…or even a girl's? All they seem to show is tits and they act like something is going on, but I can tell 'cause they won't show it."

"Because it is a soft porn, Steph. That means that they won't show all and leave what they are doing to your imagination. Hard porn shows it all." I replied.

"What channel shows that…all, I mean?"

"None on cable. You have to buy or rent those type of movies."

"Like the ones in your room?" she asked, almost apologetically.

Surprised, but pleasantly relieved, I answered. "Yes, like those. How did you find them?"

For the first time, I saw her blush. "I wasn't snooping. I went in room to look for another PS2 remote. Josh told me you had one in your bedroom that a friend of his left here one day. He told me it was in a drawer by your bed, but he did not tell me which one. I saw the movies then. I promise, I was not snooping."

"S'OK, Steph. I should not have left them in there. I normally lock them in my desk so that your aunt or Josh don't find them until we use them."

"We?…who is we?" Sharp kid, I thought.

"Your auntie and I."

"Use them for what?" came the question immediately.

That was a loaded question. My wife and I have a good loving relationship and when the mood and the moon is right, we like to partake in a love-fest that quite often gets wild and involves a close circle of friends (but that is yet, another story to tell). I answered in a manner that I knew would pique her interest. "Well, let's see. We sometimes use them to learn new things, and get us in the mood for sex. It is a normal thing to do, 'specially when you are married!"

"Can we see one? I'd like to learn. Please?"

"OK. Here goes," I thought. "Steph, I'm sure that your mother and father would disagree. I wouldn't mind, BUT, it isn't something one easily or openly shares with a-n-y-o-n-e. Besides, the one that is on is not over yet."

"Uncle Pete. I told you before that I wouldn't tell Mom. She would go ballistic."

"Oh yeah? What about your dad, brother, friends, and anyone else for that matter?"

She then did something that cemented our apparent covenant: she grabbed my left hand and clearly placed it on her tit and squeezed, making sure that her nipple was between our fingers and as she did so, she said, " I told you, I won't. 'Kay?

I did the only thing I could do. I reached down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally a small peck on the lips. Having done that, I looked into her deep, sensual eyes and told her I loved her. I really did and was about to show her how much.

"I'll be right back." I said, getting up. "I'm going to check on the boys."

She'd been right about the boys as they all were very soundly asleep. None even twitched as I turned on the light and then turned off the TV and video game console. On the way back I thought about the next step. Having decided on it, I came into the living room and sat at the other end of the couch, by her feet. Steph looked at me questioningly, but remained as she was.

Starting at her cute little toes and feet, I started rubbing my hands up and down her legs each time getting further along and closer to her inner thighs and eventually her inner sanctum. She was still very wet, and warm to the touch. I ran both my middle fingers along in between the folds of her pussy lips all the way to her rear end. My fingers went around the edge of her asshole, and the settled right at the entrance and applied just a bit of pressure once there. Sort of surprised, Steph looked directly at me while I removed my hand from her pussy and brought it to my mouth. I licked the natural lubricant from my fingers as if I'd just finish eating the most scrumptious meal ever.

Then, I knelt on the floor and gingerly spread her legs holding her left leg up from behind her knee, while lying on the other leg. I started kissing her inner knee and thigh and working my way up her leg. Instead of going directly to her pussy, I went past and kissed and pecked my way to her midriff. She seemed to be having more difficult a time concentrating on the movie, but she was trying. As much as I wanted to suckle on her nipples I was in an awkward position to do so, as my body weight would have been uncomfortable for her. I decided to come back down and feast on her young, nubile pussy with fervor. I started softly kissing her pubic area and then flicked my tongue, for the first time into her pussy folds, reaching her clit. I felt her jerk a little as if an electric current had just shocked her and I remembered how I'd felt when her hand touched my dick.

She willingly opened her legs some more, and I dove in a little further. My tongue was now working overtime, licking up and down, in and out and circling around her pussy and clit. I did not want her to climax to soon, but I could tell she was reaching her arousal plateau. I looked up and saw the gentle slope of her neck as her head reached back in response to her arousal. Her tits were jiggling as her body quivered and her nipples looked rock hard.

Without missing a beat, I used my free hand to open her vaginal lips wider so that her engorged clit was fully exposed. I used my lips to tug at it and alternated between sucking and nibbling on it. Her breathing had become labored, and legs were shaking, I felt her reach further back. Her hand, which had been holding on to the remote, was now pushing against the sofa's armrest and the other hand was by her side, gripping the sofa cushion. In a few more seconds her pussy started pulsating quickly, her legs became stiff as her hips bucked up towards my face and her thighs closed on me. Her orgasm was strong and long, lasting a minute or so. I heard her muffled gasps and groans, and saw her tummy undulate as the waves of ecstasy rippled through her body. I released my hold on her clit and she released her hold on me.

"Oh…my…Gawd." she whispered. "What'd you did to me… I could not stop... uh… uh… shaking, I guess. It felt as if I was going to… I don't know how to….say…." Her voice trailed off as her climax was still slowly rumbling through out her body.

I came up from my position on the side of the couch and gingerly kissed her neck, and worked my way up to her ears and the nape of her head, right along her hairline. I thought she came again, as she shivered and shook her head. She surprised me by bear-hugging me, and I took notice that my very hard dick was up against her bellybutton as her legs straddled me. She held on for what seemed like an eternity, and I enjoyed every deep breath she took and her heavy exhalation. With one arm, I hugged her back. Sensing that her climax had finally released its hold on her, I let go of her and she exhaustedly lay back on the couch.

"I can get used to that." she said in a barely audible whisper.

Smiling I replied, "There a lot more to get used to, Steph, if you want to."

"OK." That was all I got, and all that I needed.

I got up and took up my previous position, at the top of the sofa. She allowed me to cup her tits, right away. I attempted to squeeze her nipples between my fingers, but they must have been very sensitive still, because I saw her wince in discomfort. Figuring the nerve endings of her pussy were also still firing, I decided to just softly caress her mid-section. I hadn't realized it, but there was a different soft-core movie on. Being that it was past midnight, this movie was closer to hardcore and was more liberal and actually showed some hand-job and almost some blowjob material. I was glad, because I really needed to release some pent up seminal fluid and was hoping that Steph got the idea sooner rather than later.

She must have read my mind because no sooner had that thought crossed my mind, than she rolled over towards me. Stoically, she moved her hands over my chest in an S motion stopping imperceptibly at my nipples. Again, I noticed she was doing to me, what I'd done to her. Deftly, she worked her way down and then, using her index finger, she traced the line of hairs from my belly button towards my genital area. Her finger jumped the elastic band of my shorts, and traced the length of my cock down to my balls. With her fingernail, she traveled up and down the length of my shaft several times, making my cock jump each time. She was enjoying this learning experience, almost as much as I was.

I'll never forget her face as long as live, at the moment she finally decided to take my dick out of my shorts. She had a concentrating frown on her forehead and was biting her lower lip, as she used her other hand to pull the top of my shorts down past my balls. My dick jump out at her and almost hit her, having been released from its constraint. I tried to help her by tucking the elastic band of my shorts underneath my balls, but she quickly playfully slapped my hand away. Steph then began tracing the engorged veins of my dick with the back of her hand.

I was going insane, sitting there, watching an eleven 11-year-old see and feel an adult cock for the first time. I wanted to cum right then and there, but I fought the urge to do so as I wanted this experience to go at her pace. Man, it was driving me bonkers! My niece took her time, studying, if you will, my solid mass. She finally fully grabbed it and started to move her hand up and down so that my foreskin came up and over the head of it and along with it, was the pre-seminal, lubricating fluid. She moved her hand from where it had been cupping my balls and used the tip of her finger to trace the lines just below my gland every time the mushroom head of my dick appeared. I was about to lose it.

She loosened her grip and re-affirmed it at the top so that the wetness was between our skins. She kept pumping, as she'd seen in the movie earlier. She must have read my body language, because she tightened her grip as she reached to head and released on the downward stroke. Her forefinger and thumb were touching making an imaginary "OK" hand signal, and each time her hand came up more of my pre-cum was released.

In a trembling, low voice I struggled to speak. "Steph, honey. You are doing an exceptional job in driving me crazy. In a minute I am going to cum, so you may want to move, but just keep doing what you are doing, OK?"

"OK. What's cu…?" was all she managed to say before an explosion of white cum shot up and onto her hands, arms and all over my chest and stomach. She stopped pumping for a second but, once her surprise had passed, she continued her strokes. It seemed that every time her fingers touched the head of my dick, I spurted another load. Eventually she had pumped me dry and I was starting to hurt.

"OK, Hon, you can stop now. I can't take another stroke. Sorry, I made a mess of us, but that's what happens when a man cums." I said apologetically.

As I looked at her, I noticed that she had a trace of cum on her face close to her lips. She was looking at her hands wondering what to do with the white stuff that was all over her hands, and must not have noticed the spec on her cheek. With a quizzical look on her face she looked at me and said, "I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me, but now what?"

"Hold on a minute, and I'll get us a towel." I whispered.

"OK." she said as she attempted to raise herself off me. In doing so, she inadvertently got some cum on her lips. Instinctively, she licked it off with her tongue only to realize what she had done. She made a sour face, but thought nothing else of it.

"Salty and slimy," and then with a terror in her eyes, "Oh, my God. I'm not gonna get pregnant cause I ate your stuff, Am I?"

I responded quickly but quietly, "No, Darling, you're not. That only happens if semen, or cum juice, gets inside of you, through your…down here." I pointed to her pussy. "Also, that was just a small drop, nothing major. Are you OK?

She nodded yes and followed me to my bathroom, holding her hands up and out in front of her. There I cleaned us both, and let her use my mouthwash to freshen her mouth. Once she was done, I cupped her face in my hands and looked straight at her puppy eyes.

"Steph, Honey. What happened just now was very special to me. You made me feel wonderful and I hope that I made you feel as well. This is not something that happens all the time to uncles and nieces. I want you to know that I love you whether this had happened or not. Do you know understand what I mean?"

My beautiful Latin Lolita, Steph, stood there in her skimpy tee, gleaming in the white light of the bathroom lights with her finger tip touching her lips and one foot on top of the other, in a thoughtful pose. "I understand. I love you too and won't hate you for touching me. I liked it. I was scared at first, but you were nice and not gross. Uncle Pete, don't worry about it." She came over and gave me a kiss on the corner of my mouth and then whispered in my ear, "Can we see the other movies now?"

Life's little ironies!

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