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 Without Restraint Chapter 8
   By Will Wanton (willwanton@hushmail.com)
   This story contains: Lesbian Ff (15); incest (aunt / niece); dirty talk;
spitting.
   Weeks had passed since I had hot, perverted sex with my sister Sylvia.
And although she would aim a meaningful glance at me now and then when we
saw each other during family visits, she said nothing out of the ordinary
to me.  Apparently, she wanted to take no chances of her husband Ron
getting suspicious, and I just had to be patient until an opportunity would
arise to continue our incestuous relationship.  She did stuff a pair of
filthy panties into my pockets two or three times when nobody was looking.
But although they continued to be great little gifts, they didn't compare
to the real thing.
   I also had more and more difficulty not to outright stare at my
15-year-old niece Tamra, about whom my sister and I openly fantasized that
last time we had hot, nasty sex.  I hoped with every fiber of my being that
I would get the opportunity sometime to bone her, but until then I could
only regard her as she was: my unblemished teenage niece.
   What I did notice was my sister looking at Tamra strangely during a
birthday party.  I could almost see her trying to figure out a way to get
her into our depraved and hidden sexual trysts.
   Anyway, weeks passed, during which I managed to churn out a couple more
smut stories and sent them to various erotica websites, before the shocking
news came out.
   My sister declared to the family that she and her husband Ron were
getting a divorce.
   The family was shocked, because the couple had seemed happy most of the
time, and nobody was able to remember anything about potential marital
problems.  And although nobody in the family could really understand the
abruptness of it, they accepted Sylvia's explanation, which was that she:
"simply did not love him anymore."
   Even though my sister's decision was a huge blow to Ron, he knew there
was no point in hanging on if it was going to be one-sided.  They did agree
to maintain a friendship, just as they had for a long time before they
started to have a romantic relationship.
   I was pretty shocked myself with the news.  Of course, Sylvia and I were
secretly involved in a wild sexual relationship, but she never indicated in
the slightest that she might end up ending her marriage because of it.
   But even though I felt sorry for Ron, who I liked a great deal, and who
obviously loved my sister, some part of me was still elated with the fact
that my sister and I could now probably find more time and more ways to
fool around without having to worry about being found out.
   Still, weeks would pass before my sister gave me any clue regarding what
we had done with (and to) each other and I was starting to wonder whether
she had started to regret it, and whether she might want to end it.  Maybe
the divorce had something to do with it.  Maybe Ron had already discovered
what Sylvia and I had been up to.
   So when Sylvia called our mother one day to ask if she could speak to
me, I was fairly nervous, and didn't know what she was going to say to me.
   When I talked to her on the phone, she mentioned nothing about what we
had been doing.  The only thing she did was ask if I could come around to
her house, to help her move some heavy furniture, since her soon to be
ex-husband was no longer there to fulfill that task.  I told her I'd be
there within half an hour.
   I was fairly worried on my way to my sister's place, and wondering about
what she would say to me, since it would be the first time in weeks that
we'd be alone.  I could only hope she didn't regret our activities.
   So once I'd arrived, I rung the door bell and my heart was pounding in
my throat.
   My sister opened the door, and was dressed in no more than a red
bathrobe.  For a small moment I had a feeling of deja vu.  Rather than
talking, she started whispering to me.
   "Tony, I have a big surprise.  But you have to listen and follow my
instructions or the whole thing could go wrong.  Right now I have company,
and we were planning on doing something which I think you'd like to see, so
I decided to give you a call.  Listen: you have to be really quiet; I'll
leave the living room slightly ajar so you can see through the slit without
being noticed.  You can't make any sound or be visible otherwise the plan
might fail, okay?"
   "Sure," I whispered.  I didn't know what this was about or who she was
talking about, but I just had to wait and see for myself.  I stepped
quietly into the hall, and stood against the wall.  Sylvia closed the door,
and walked into the living room, closing the door but without putting it
into the lock, so I would only have to push it slightly to open a wide
enough gap to be able to look through.  Then I heard my sister speak.
   "Just a Jehovah's witness.  Now, where were we?"
   Then I hardly heard a sound for a minute, and I decided to look through
the door opening to see what the hell all of this was about.
   I tiptoed to the door, put my fingers against the door and mildly
pushed, so I could use one eye to look inside the living room.
   As my eye adjusted to the lights in the room, I saw two people sitting
on the couch, one of which was my sister.  My jaw dropped when I recognized
the other person.
   There, sitting next to my sister, was my 15-year-old niece Tamra.
   My mind was rushing, as I was starting to get a clue as to why Sylvia
had gotten me over to her house.  My dick was growing steadily in my pants
as I thought of the possibilities of tonight, although I also knew not to
expect too much.  After all, nothing had happened yet.  At least nothing I
knew of.
   Tamra looked delicious, which she was making a habit of ever since she
became a prosperous teen.  I guess her growing interest in boys might have
been a reason for her to start making herself look attractive.  She had her
blonde hair in a ponytail; she wore a tight black shirt that really
accentuated her ever-growing breasts.  She also wore a tight black denim
skirt that reached to her knees.  To top it off, her feet were clad in
black boots.  She had a small amount of rouge on her cheeks, and eye shadow
that made her lids and lashes almost sparkle in the lights.  And she wore
just a hint of red lipstick.
   Sylvia was sitting next to her pretty close, dressed in that red robe,
her legs pulled up onto the couch and her head resting on her hand, in
listening mode.  I wished I could be a fly on the wall to hear what they
were talking about.
   I was dumbstruck out of my thoughts when, all of a sudden, Sylvia bent
forward and planted a kiss square on Tamra's lips, lingered there, and
slowly pulled back.  I saw them look straight into each other's eyes from
close range without saying a word.  You could cut the tension between them
with a knife.  Had they been doing this before today?  Is this the first
time?  I didn't know.  Maybe Sylvia had worked towards this for weeks and
decided to get me in on it at just the right moment.  I sure hoped things
would progress from here.  Tamra surely made no move to get away, which was
a good sign.
   An even better sign was when Tamara, in turn, bent forward and kissed
her aunt right back.  The only difference being that Sylvia took advantage
of the opportunity to put a hand on the back of our niece's head and pull
her face tightly against hers.
   I rubbed my crotch as I watched a long, passionate kiss between an aunt
and her niece.  I was quite possibly hornier than I'd ever been; these were
my sister and my 15 year old niece after all, kissing each other on the
lips.  I almost spilt my seed just watching that kiss alone.
   A dream come true was happening before my eyes, especially when I
noticed how Sylvia was now using her left hand to hold Tamra's head tightly
to hers, and used her right hand to start feeling her teenage niece up. 
She put her hand on Tamra's full hip, and stroked upwards, along her side.
When she finally reached the girl's chest, she put her hand on top of her
right breast and squeezed as I simultaneously squeezed my crotch.  A loud
moan emanated from Tamra's mouth, still locked against Sylvia's.
   Finally their mouths unlocked, and Sylvia spoke softly.
   "Do you like that?  Do you like me touching your titties?"
   "Yes.  I love the feeling," Tamra replied, slightly shy.
   "Tell me.  If you want me to do anything, you have to tell me, so I know
for sure I can.  Don't be shy.  You can tell me anything you want."
   "Touch my tit again," my niece replied nervously, new to this game.
   Sylvia smiled and grabbed Tamra's right breast again, squeezing it
tightly.  Then she started moving her hand up and down over the mound of
flesh, still covered by the shirt.
   As Sylvia's hands started roaming all over Tamra's upper body, I could
notice the stiff buds pointing through the black shirt, and now had
evidence that Tamra must have some really big nipples to top those big
breasts as well.  And it was also evidence that she was getting really
excited.
   "Do me too," my sister said hoarsely as she slipped the robe off her
shoulders to expose her fat tits.  I hope she wouldn't go too fast and
scare Tamra off, but if found out I was dead wrong when Tamra had no
reservations in groping both of Sylvia's huge, soft tits, squeezing them.
   I started thinking they probably had indeed been working towards this
for some weeks now, since Tamra had no real fear about this situation;
merely a hint of shyness.
   "That's it, Tamra.  Squeeze my tits.  Squeeze your aunt's big tits.  My
nipples; pinch my nipples," Sylvia said loudly.
   She was obviously building up to the next phase, by implementing some
dirty words and demanding more initiative from the girl.  Tamra seemed to
be up for the task, as she now had both of her aunt's stiff, protruding
nipples between thumb and index fingers, pulling and twisting them freely.
   "Oooohh yesss...  That's it.  Play with my nipples.  Feel them grow
between your fingers."
   "I like this," Tamra said with a shy smile on her face.  "I would have
been nice if we could have done this sooner."
   "Uhhuhh..." Sylvia groaned affirmatively.  "You're absolutely right. 
But better late than never, huh?"
   I couldn't resist opening the fly of my pants, and fishing my cock out
of the hole as I witnessed one of my greatest fantasies being played out in
front of me, and with a progression I could only hope for.
   "Do you like my tits, Tamra?" my sister asked hoarsely.
   "They're great.  So huge and soft, and the nipples are so big,"
responded Tamra, her eyes fixated on the two tit nubbins.
   "Well, by the looks of it yours are heading in that direction as well.
Yours look like they might end up being as big as mine are.  Maybe even
bigger."
   "I hope so.  I'd love to have big tits," the teenage girl said dreamily.
   "Why don't you take your shirt off to show your nice titties to me?  I
can't wait to see them naked."
   As the girl slipped her black shirt off, both my sister and I could feel
our mouths watering at the first sight of that succulent looking teen tit.
   "Jesus, Tamra.  You're not even wearing a bra, you horny minx."
   "Well...  Ehhh...  I would, usually.  Just when I, ehhh...  think
something might happen...  You see...  I won't wear it."
   "Are you telling me you were hoping this would happen before you were
even here?" Sylvia asked.
   "Sort of; I mean I only hoped it would happen, since we talked about sex
last time and you told me you liked girls too."
   Aha, so they DID talk before today about stuff.  Looks like she had
indeed been tempting Tamra into our world, and I can only hope it works all
the way.  I just can't wait to get my hands on that piece of ass.
   "Yes I do.  I like guys AND girls.  I just wanna have fun and be hot
like I am now.  Are you hot?"
   "I am.  I'm hotter than I've ever been so far," Tamra confessed.
   "I hope you get even hotter, because I want us to do all sorts of lovely
things tonight.  Things you've probably never even thought of.  But things
that I think you'll like.  I just have that feeling about you.  The way you
were grabbing and playing with my nipples like that, I think you and me
might have a lot in common."
   "I'm pretty excited about this," Tamra said.
   "So am I," Sylvia said as she looked Tamra in the eye.  "Will you kiss
me again?"
   Tamra closed her eyes and waited for her aunt's lips, but instead got a
wet tongue.  She was a bit shocked at first, but started getting into it
within seconds, and it didn't take long for Sylvia to worm her tongue into
her niece's mouth.
   "Use your tongue too," Sylvia told the 15 year old.  "Make your tongue
nice 'n wet with your spit, and use it to play with mine."
   Tamra retracted her tongue into her mouth to gather saliva onto it, and
then stuck it back out again.  Within seconds aunt and niece were Frenching
wetly like pervy lesbians, saliva going from mouth to mouth.  Tamra
probably didn't know better than thinking this kind of sloppy kissing was
how it was supposed to be; that is was normal to have such excessive spit
being swapped between mouths, and she and her aunt did so copiously.  They
dueled with tongues and lips until a sticky web of spit was spun between
their disconnecting mouths.
   "Mmmmmm...  Yeah, that's good," groaned my depraved sister.  "Most
people don't use this much spit, but I just love it, baby.  It's really
hot."
   "I love it, too.  Doing this makes me feel hot.  I love doing something
not many other people do, so it's special."
   "You bet.  When you're doing something that makes you feel hot and
horny, but that other people might not do as much, you call it "perverse,"
did you know that?  What we just did was "perverse" and "nasty"; that's why
it's so hot.  And I like tasting a hot girl's spit, or a hot guy's spit,"
Sylvia told the girl, her cunt contracting as she educated her teenage
niece into being perverted and loving nasty sex.
   "Spit into my mouth, Tamra.  Please be nasty with me and spit in my
mouth.  I'd really love it if you did that for me."
   Sylvia opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as far as it would
go.  Tamra looked at her aunt and the fact that the older woman almost
begged her to do something so deliciously lewd made her feel really good
and desired.  She could feel a surge course through her body and wondered
if the nastiness of her aunt's request had caused that surge.
   She suddenly 'felt' it, and understood completely what "perverse" and
"nasty" meant, and the 15 year old teenage niece spat a fat, white glob of
spit onto her aunt's outstretched tongue and into her mouth.  Sylvia
retracted her tongue and tasted her niece's warm saliva, swallowing it and
enjoying the nature of the act.
   "Mmmmm...  That was hot," my sister gurgled with a deep, lust-filled
voice, shaking with a delicious shamelessness.
   "Please spit in my mouth too, Sylvia," Tamra begged wanting to be as
'nasty' as her aunt, and lovely waves of sexual need making her body
shiver. "I want to taste your spit too."
   "Well, open wide then, honey."
   Tamra smiled and opened her mouth wide; sticking out her tongue.  Sylvia
then spat her own mouthful of saliva into her teenage niece's open mouth, a
lot of it landing on the teen's pink tongue.
   Seeing this my sister could no longer contain the 'powers of incestuous
perversion' that were taking over her being again, and she closed her open
mouth around that of her niece, to suck her lips and tongue inside and
drool heavily into her niece's mouth.  Loud slurps emanated from the lezzie
lip lock as aunt and niece were busy ravishing another threshold and
entering the next phase, pawing and groping at each other as they swapped
spit abundantly until most of their mouths and chins were shiny with mixed
saliva.
   They disconnected their sucking, licking mouths, and various strands of
oral fluids were spun between parts of their lips and chins.  Sylvia, with
a grimace of perverse lust on her face, rubbed the sticky liquids out over
her niece's cheeks with a dreamy look in her eyes.
   "You've made my cunt wet," Sylvia whispered at the girl, the same vacant
look still on her face as she admired her niece's spit-smeared chin and
cheeks.
   
  
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