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 Author: JojoMojo
Title: Serendipity
Part: 1
Universe:
Summary: ser�en�dip�i�ty, n.  1.  The faculty of making fortunate
discoveries by accident...
A serendipitous discovery allows two brothers to admit to desires that
in other circumstances would be kept private; leading to adventures far
beyond their wildest dreams.  Keywords: MMg, ped, voy, cons
   The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100
percent fantasy.  That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I
experienced as a child, what felt good and what did not.  Those experiences
had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.
   Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or
it's not worth doing or writing about.
   SERENDIPITY
   by JojoMojo
   (MMg, ped, voy, cons)
   He sat slack jawed and stared at the image on the screen.  His mind was
unable to connect what was right in front of him with his brother, an
upstanding leader in the community, straight laced father and husband not
to mention his mentor.  But the photo was an undeniable fact that flew in
the face of all those things.  It was undeniably his niece, Meghan; she was
undeniably naked; undeniably laying on his brother's bed with her legs
spread wide, eyes closed softly a slight smile on her lips and one finger
in between the puffy lips of her vulva as if caught in the act of
masturbating.
   A year ago, finding the photo would have fueled a self righteous fury
accompanied by a strong urge to flatten his older brother while
simultaneously trying to decide if he should turn him over to the
authorities or just tell his sister-in-law and let him face her wrath. 
However, recent changes in his life made this a very different situation.
Instead, he found himself slightly aroused; wondering what he could say to
remove any doubt in his brother's mind that his secret was safe.
   His brother's frantic babbling cut through his jumbled thoughts.  He
turned to face him.  Tim was red-faced, trying to push between him and the
desk, hands fluttering on top of the screen like large clumsy conflicted
moths both drawn to and trying to hide the photo.  All the while, he
rattled out one implausible reason after another for how the photo had
appeared on his PC; not surprisingly, none were remotely believable.
   Barry held up his hand and started in softly, "Sit down Tim," then
raised his voice enough to break through his brother's panicked state,
"Tim! Sit down and shut up for a minute."
   The babbling stopped and his brother collapsed into the chair, slumping
over as he dropped, his head in his hands, shoulders shaking as tremors
passed down his torso.
   Barry swiftly crossed the room, closed and locked the door.  Returning
to the desk, he closed the image so that the wallpaper with a soothing
mountain scene replaced the damning photo.  He turned to Tim and put his
hand on his brother's shoulder, trying to both soothe him and emphasize the
importance of his words.  His voice was calm and direct, "You need to be
completely honest with me right now.  Your freedom depends on it.  Let's
put excuses aside, we can talk about the reasons later, once you are out of
danger.  Right now, I want to ensure that you don't go to jail.  Are you
ready to level with me?"
   Tim nodded, eyes refusing to meet his brother's steady gaze.
   "OK, give me a sec to gather my thoughts," he let out a sigh.  As he
formulated his next move, his mind ran back over the series of events that
had brought them to this moment.
   A surprise business trip brought him to a city near his brother's home.
It had been a while since he had visited, so he took advantage of the
company's request and booked his trip to extend over a weekend.  It was a
win for both; saving the company money and affording him a visit with Tim's
family.  Once planned, he looked forward to it, even though the visit meant
giving up a weekend at home with his own wife and daughter.
   Growing up, Tim was the oldest and had always been the leader, someone
that he looked up to and tried hard to emulate.  Even as an adult, he felt
he was following in his brother's footsteps, never quite able to fill his
shoes.  The recent developments with his own daughter had magnified his
feelings of inadequacy, knowing his upstanding brother would never approve.
   He had arrived Friday afternoon surprised to find his brother armpits
deep in what appeared to be a crashed hard drive.  This was one area where
his knowledge and expertise far outstripped his brother's and he thanked
his lucky stars that their roles were reversed for once.  This time he'd be
the one in charge with his brother watching as he performed his magic.
   They decided to put aside the PC for the evening and spend Saturday
working to recover the drive, opting to enjoy an evening with his
sister-in-law and niece.  He was surprised at how much Meghan had grown,
both physically and in maturity.  The last time he had visited she was just
a little girl.  Now, he could see hints of a teenager's mannerisms and
viewpoints peeking through.  He was faced with a very smart, coy `tween who
seemed to crave being close to her Uncle.  A good dinner, bottle of wine
and a family movie with her snuggled on the couch at his side capped off a
perfect evening.
   The next morning, after a trip to the local electronics store, they
sequestered themselves in Tim's office and started working on the PC.
   He was able to get the new drive installed and configured, then loaded
the operating system with relative ease.  The crashed hard drive was
obstinate at first, but finally succumbed to an old trick he had learned in
college - putting it into the freezer for a bit.  It spun up long enough
for him to copy most of the data onto the new drive before it crashed again
and refused all efforts to coax it back to life.
   An hour or two later he had the majority of the programs re-installed.
It was looking like they'd have time to watch a game or two on TV and
indulge in a couple of celebratory beers before dinner time.  He ran
through a few tests, opening and closing documents and folders to ensure he
had recovered the important files.
   Knowing his brother was an avid photographer, he double clicked on a
random digital file to make sure that Photoshop was working.  That's when
the image of Meghan popped up.
   He stopped his line of thought and looked at his brother, slumped in the
chair, face ashen, looking as if he expected his life to end and shook his
head.  "Look, I'm not going to judge you.  What I saw will stay between us.
OK?" Tim gave him a nod.  He began to question his brother asking each
question in different ways to ensure he had the truth.  To his relief he
was able to discern that Tim hadn't shared any of the photos, nor had he
downloaded anything or visited any internet sites that might be considered
suspicious.
   "Ok, we're in much better shape than I originally feared," he said,
managing an encouraging smile.  He thought he could see a little color
return to Tim's face.  "We need to put that photo and any others like it
into a safe place where they can't be found by accident.  How many are
there?"
   His brother looked at him, opened his mouth as if to speak, paused, then
looked at the floor, "A lot," he finally managed, voice barely above a
whisper.
   Barry nodded, turned to the computer and set a log-on password before
shutting it down, then opened the door and shepherded Tim to the garage. 
As they passed the kitchen he tried to look grim (Tim didn't have to
pretend) and told Barbara, "It's worse than I thought, we're going to get
more stuff.  We'll probably be working late tonight to make sure I get it
fixed before I have to leave tomorrow."
   Barbara smiled back at him, "Lucky for Tim you showed up when you did,
he would have had to take it in to the repair shop and that would have cost
him an arm and a leg."
   "...and a one way trip to jail," he thought as he smiled and nodded.
   After the second trip to the store they worked in the office with the
door closed "so they could concentrate." Fortunately for Tim, Barry
specialized in computer security.  He installed a second drive, encrypted
it, then loaded the operating system and a second copy of Photoshop.  He
worked, stopping to explain, showing Tim how to boot the system from the
encrypted drive, making sure Tim understood that it was the only place to
safely store or even look at "that type" of photo.
   At dinner, he took the lead, asking Meghan about school joking that he
hadn't gotten any "niece time" due to her dad's misbehaving PC.  As she
giggled and answered his questions, he kept thinking about the picture,
looking at her with different eyes than before.
   After dinner, where Tim did an admirable job of joining in on the small
talk, they locked themselves in the office again.  This time he had Tim
take the driver's seat.  He watched as Tim moved folders and photos to the
encrypted drive.  Once Tim was sure he had all the photos moved, Barry
reminded him that any other related files should be moved as well.  To his
surprise, Tim moved a fair number of video clips as well.
   He took over again and installed Tim's video viewer on the encrypted
drive.  When he was done he made one more sweep of the old drive looking
for any files Tim might have missed.  Once he was sure everything had been
moved, he fired up a disc cleaner on the main drive to make sure there were
no traces left.  Once it was started, he suggested they grab a beer while
it did its work.
   Barbara and Meghan were long ago in bed and asleep.  So, they retreated
to the basement media room and Tim pulled a couple of beers, expertly
flowing the beer down the side of frosted mugs resulting in a perfect head
of foam.  "Cold beer on tap, a massive flat screen TV with custom surround
sound in a room specifically designed for the TV..." He couldn't help
feeling a bit jealous, thinking his brother had it made.
   As they drank in silence, a game played on the TV but neither was really
watching.  The plays unfolded and the announcers droned on providing
background noise as each was absorbed in his own thoughts.
   Tim got up, grabbed fresh mugs and drew two more beers.  He handed one
to Barry and took a long drink of his before refilling it from the tap.  He
sat down and began to talk, eyes staring blankly at the screen.
   "Thanks for helping me out and not being judgmental.  I think I owe you
an explanation." He paused, seeming to gather his resolve, "It began
innocently enough, really.  A few years ago, Barbara started volunteering
at the food bank; just something to get her out of the house for a bit. 
Since my work doesn't really start until mid-morning most days, it made
sense for her to go first thing in the morning.  That way I could get
Meghan off to school before I had to begin work.  As time wore on, Barbara
started going in on some weekends too because that's the busy time at the
food bank."
   "It wasn't long before Meghan began waking up when she heard Barbara
leave and climbing into bed with me for a little while before she had to
get ready for school.  It was nice to have some cuddle time.  In the
beginning that's all it was, very innocent.  On weekends, we'd stay in bed
half the morning watching TV.  That's when things started.  I'd be rubbing
her back or tummy and my hands just seemed to find their way to, umm,
forbidden places."
   As he listened, Barry was surprised at how many parallels there were
between Tim's story and his.  He was tempted to tell his brother, but held
back, not wanting to share his secret yet.  He just nodded.
   "Well, Meghan liked me making her 'feel good' as she called it, so she
began to instigate things, even on weekday mornings.  I struggled with the
knowledge that what we were doing was wrong in society's eyes, but I kept
justifying my actions because Meghan really seemed to crave it.  It was
like I had opened Pandora's Box.  I kept telling myself that I wasn't
forcing her to do anything, so it couldn't be that bad.  To tell you the
truth, things had been rather cool between Barbara and me for a while, so
the excitement of exploring what was forbidden territory with a willing
partner was a factor, too."
   Tim paused, waiting for acknowledgement.  He finally looked at him,
"Barry, say something.  Do you think I'm some kind of monster?"
   Barry thought for a minute wanting to tell his brother his own secret,
but still was not ready to share, "No, not in my estimation anyways.  To be
honest, I've had feelings along the same lines, but never in a million
years would have considered discussing them with you or anyone for that
matter.  I figured I'd go to my grave and never tell a soul where my mind
had been."
   His small confession seemed to energize Tim.  It was like Tim was eager
to tell someone the things that had been bottled up inside.  The confession
(if that's what it was) came rolling out.
   "Things progressed slowly over the last few years.  I began to get
braver and Meghan more adventurous.  I made it a rule to never force
anything, to let her take things at her pace.  But, I've got to tell you,
she has no inhibitions to speak of and trusts me completely, which makes
new things easier to introduce.  I only have to suggest something new.  She
may have to think about it for a little bit, sometimes even a day or two,
but she usually agrees to try whatever I've suggested."
   He paused and shook his head, "We've even discussed the 'safe touch'
talks they have at school and she seems to believe that those rules don't
apply to us.  She told me that they were to keep the other kids safe from
mean people."
   "It's hard to believe, but, some of the new things we've done were
actually her idea, just a natural progression: like after a month or so of
me rubbing her, she asked if she could 'make me feel good,' too.  Of course
I couldn't refuse.  I took the time to explain about my, umm, anatomy and
it was kind of cute how interested she was and all the questions she asked.
It wasn't long before she was giving amazing hand jobs, better and more
enthusiastic than anything I ever got in college or from Barbara for that
matter.  After I started giving her oral, it was only natural that she
wanted to try it on me."
   Tim looked at him, again seeking his approval.  Barry felt his face
redden.  A lump had started to rise in his pants as he pictured his niece
going down on his brother.  He wondered if Tim could see it.  To escape his
brother's gaze, he nodded, "It sounds like a fantasy come true," he managed
to get out.
   Tim seemed not to notice his growing tent, but instead was encouraged
and continued, "I know, sometimes I can hardly believe it myself.  The hard
part is that I still struggle with guilt sometimes.  I know if Barbara ever
found out what was going on she'd be gone in a second and I'd be facing
jail time.  But honestly, I can't reconcile what society says about what we
are doing, with the reality of what I am experiencing with Meghan.  It just
doesn't seem as wrong as all that."
   He paused for a moment and took a long draw on his beer, seeming to
contemplate his next words, "The photos were Meghan's idea, believe it or
not.  She and Barbara were going away for a week that first summer and she
was afraid I'd miss her too much.  So she insisted that I take a few photos
so I wouldn't be too lonely.  Of course after that opening, I found reasons
to bring the camera into our play time more and more often.  I'm glad I
did. I love looking at those images of when she was younger, remembering
the excitement of trying new things.  I even caught a few first times on
video," his voice dropped off and he seemed lost in the memories.
   "Hey, I paid to have this thing linked to my computer," he said
gesturing at the TV, "can you set it up to access that new drive?"
   Barry nodded and Tim handed him the remote.  In a few clicks he was at
the password prompt.  The interface left a bit to be desired.  He had set a
pretty strong password.  Selecting the letters and numbers one-by-one with
the remote seemed to take forever.  The fact that his hand was shaking in
anticipation didn't help matters.  On his second try, they were in and he
handed the remote back to Tim.
   The room design gave them maximum privacy as the TV was set on the wall
that hid the stairs.  If anyone opened the door on the first floor, there
would be plenty of time to turn off the TV.  He assumed from experience
that once the TV was turned off, the connection to the PC would be dropped
as well, requiring the password again to access any files.  Just to be
safe, he had Tim test it, and was pleased to see he was right.  Once again
he felt a pang of jealousy; Tim really did have the best of everything.
   Tim worked on the password, then browsed through the files on the new
drive, selecting one seemingly at random, "This is her first video, it's
still my favorite."
   The 60 inch screen was filled with Meghan, probably around eight years
old, lying on her back, nightgown pulled up and panties pulled aside
exposing those puffy lips that he'd seen in the photo.  She smiled at the
camera as Tim's voice coached her.  She slowly slipped her panties down,
then off.  She lay back down and with a little more prompting slid her
hands down past her waist and held herself open for the camera.
   She stayed in that position, fingers massaging those puffy lips as she
held them apart.  With more instruction, she rolled over, pushed her hips
in the air, and lay with her shoulders on the bed.  As she pushed back, her
buns and lips parted a little.  She held still, cheeks spread on their own
showing a wrinkled rosebud above those perfect lips.  The camera zoomed in
and her finger appeared, sliding between the slightly parted lips.  With a
little encouragement she began rubbing in earnest, her hips sometimes
thrusting to match her finger's motion, the pucker pulsating when she
pressed into her clit.  Even with the sound turned low, he could her ragged
breathing and little grunts as she worked her fingers in the cleft seeking
to find just the right spot.
   He self consciously reached down and adjusted himself as he drank in the
video.  It didn't take long before her hips flexed hard towards her fingers
as they moved faster and faster in furious circles.  Her rosebud tightened
and released as she grunted with the exertion.  He watched in amazement as
the camera zoomed in between her cheeks to catch her anus as it pulsed with
an obvious orgasm.  A moment later she slowly lowered her hips to the bed
and lay panting on her side, knees drawn up to her chest.
   Tim's voice behind the camera was soft, "That was beautiful, honey, did
it feel good?" She just nodded, eyes dreamy, half shut.  He continued
softly, "Did you cum?"
   Meghan seemed suddenly shy, putting her hands over her face, "Daddy,"
she implored.
   "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Tim's disembodied
voice said softly, "but I think you did." You could hear a smile in his
voice.
   The camera panned down from her face, past the naked buns, her lips
barely visible between creamy smooth thighs.  At her toes, he panned slowly
back up her body and zoomed in on her face before the screen went black.
   Barry let out a long breath, almost a whistle.  He swallowed twice
trying to dislodge the lump in his throat before speaking.  "I think that
was the most amazing video I've ever seen," he finally managed in a half
whisper.  He realized that without knowing it, he had been following in his
brother's footsteps again.
   Tim smiled, a real smile, the first one since the picture had appeared
unexpectedly that morning.  "She's amazing; I can't believe I'm so lucky.
If you want, I'd be ok with you taking a copy of the photos and videos home
with you.  I know you'll keep them safe.  I'd show you more tonight but
it's really late and Barbara works at the food bank tomorrow, so I have to
get up and make waffles.  I know for sure that Meghan won't sleep in with
you here.  She was disappointed that you spent the whole day alone with me
in the office."
   Barry smiled, not able to believe his luck, "Thanks, I'd love to take a
copy as long as you're sure," he paused before diving in, "but, before we
go to bed, I've got a confession to make.  A year ago, if I had seen that
photo, I would have beaten you to a pulp, then turned what was left of you
over to the police.  But, things have changed for me."
   With that as an intro, he shared his own story.  This time it was Tim's
turn to sit slack jawed, marveling at the parallels.
   He ended his tale and Tim shook his head, "Man when that picture popped
up I was sure I was dead.  I never want to relive that moment of sheer
panic, but I can't believe the serendipity."
   He smiled at his brother, then pushed himself out of the chair and
slapped Barry on the shoulder, handing him the remote.  "You can watch more
if you want, but try to get a little sleep.  I'm sure Meghan will want to
try and fit a full weekend of togetherness into a day.  I'll wait until she
is up and about before I wake you up."
   Barry was tempted to spend the whole night watching videos, but instead
logged out and turned off the TV.  After stopping in the office to make
sure everything had finished, he headed to bed and fell in, barely taking
time to undress.  The events of the day replayed themselves as he drifted
off to sleep, too tired to even "take care of business."
   It felt as if his eyes had barely closed when he felt his shoulder shake
and heard Tim's voice urging him to wake up.  He opened his eyes and
blinked, amazed to find bright sunlight streaming in the windows.  He sat
up and Tim headed for the door.  "Waffles in 20 minutes," he said over his
shoulder.
   Barry shuffled down the hall and stood in the hot shower, deciding to
ignore his scruffy cheeks in order to maximize his time with the hot water
running over his head and shoulders.  He finally felt mostly awake and was
turning off the water when he heard Meghan knocking on the other side of
the door, "Come on Uncle Barry, waffles are ready."
   He appeared in the kitchen a few minutes later to find Tim and Meghan
already sitting at the table, plates of steaming waffles at ready.  He
couldn't help but notice that Meghan was still in her sleep shirt oblivious
to the fact that her budding breasts, just bumps really, were pressing the
fabric out proudly in a most inviting way.  Tim noticed his gaze, smiled,
caught his eye and through a series of winks and gestures let him know that
they had followed weekend "tradition", in spite of the fact that there was
"company" in the house.
   Barry could feel a stirring in his jeans at the thought of what had
transpired while he was comatose in the guest room.
   They plowed through the waffles, Tim replacing each waffle as it
disappeared.  Barry finally raised his hands in surrender and pushed back
from the table.  Tim told Meghan that they had a little more work to do in
the study and suggested that she could work on the dishes while they
finished up.  Barry was surprised when she started in on the clean up
without even a small protest.
   While Barry dug through his briefcase to find the high capacity drive,
Tim smiled and nodded in the direction of the kitchen, "Amazing how willing
she is to do her chores after we have had a little time together.  She's
been doing better in school and seems more confident, too.  I think it's
because she's getting some very positive one-on-one time."
   Barry finally came up with the drive and began copying the files over.
He felt butterflies in his stomach and his hands started sweating as he
watched the file names flash by, anticipating unwrapping each one and
enjoying what it had to offer.
   As the copy was finishing up, they could hear the clatter of china as
Meghan worked putting dishes into the dishwasher.  The soft thump of the
door closing and the machine starting followed by bare feet on the wooden
stairs, told them she had finished and headed to her room.  Tim leaned out
of the office door and called down the hall, inviting her to join them.
   Fifteen minutes later, the squeak of a stair announced her imminent
arrival.  As soon as she was in the office, Tim stood up and closed the
door.  He sat in the chair across from Barry and beckoned Meghan over. 
Barry was tempted to make a joke along the lines of "who called this
meeting" but Meghan's eyes stopped him.
   She looked at the closed door, at Barry who had turned the desk chair to
face her, then at her father, confusion growing in her eyes.  Her "deer in
the headlights" look made Barry wonder what was going on.
   Barry took a moment to enjoy his niece, trying to see her as she was,
not what he had seen in the video.  She was an average height for her age
of ten almost eleven.  Shoulder length brown hair, shiny from being quickly
brushed and held back with a lavender headband, fell around her shoulders.
A lavender t-shirt with "Diva" splashed across her chest, the bumps clearly
visible under the "D" and the "A", was tucked into jeans with a spray of
lavender "gems" sown above the pockets; accessorized (only a father of a
young girl would know that term) with a matching web belt.  It was typical
dress for a fashion conscious `tween.  Nothing hinted at the secret life
her Dad had confessed.
   Barry thought that Tim might be planning to tell her about sharing their
secret.  However, Tim had something else in mind.  The events that
followed, something that Barry never dreamed could happen, would lock the
picture of Meghan in that cute outfit in his mind forever.
   She still seemed slightly uncomfortable, continuing to glance nervously
at the closed door, as Tim pulled her to stand between his legs, facing
Barry.  He put his arms around her waist, hugging her to him, his eyes
glinting with a hunger that Barry had not seen before, a smile playing
across his lips.
   Tim winked at Barry as he nuzzled her neck making her giggle.  He ran
his hands down her hips, eventually ending up under the belt at the snap to
her jeans.  Tim popped the snap open eliciting an exasperated, "Daddy!"
from Meghan as she pushed his hands away and struggled to re-snap her
pants; all the while glancing at Barry, her cheeks burning.
   Tim let out a friendly chuckle, "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to
embarrass you," he said as he turned her part way around to face him and
kissed her cheek.  He leaned forward, pressing his cheek to hers and began
to whisper.  Meghan glanced over at Barry once or twice, as her Daddy
continued to whisper.  Finally he leaned back and took her face lovingly in
his hands, "OK?" he asked loud enough for Barry to hear.
   Meghan nodded, slowly as if she was still unsure, then followed with, "I
guess so, if you're sure it's ok," in a small voice.
   Tim kissed both cheeks and with his hands on her hips, guided her until
she had turned back around to face Barry.  She stood calmly, chin up but
eyes cast downward.  Barry felt strangely aroused and uncomfortable at the
same time.  He realized what was about to happen and half wanted to stop
Tim; to save Meghan from any embarrassment, but couldn't find his voice. 
He sat leaned back in the chair, as if in a trance, as the scene unfolded,
more erotic than any video clip he'd ever seen.
   Tim casually slid his hands down her hips and across her thighs again,
taking more time to caress as he moved back up to the snap.  This time he
slowly pulled the belt through the buckle until it came loose, letting the
ends drop, the buckle tinkling as it fell to hang at her side.  Barry
watched mesmerized as Tim popped the snap open.  His mouth began to water
as his brother slowly pulled the zipper down and jeans open, revealing
lavender panties.
   Tim glanced at Barry and smiled, then pushed the jeans down until they
were crumpled at Meghan's feet, running his hands up the front of her legs
before stopping to hold her hips, giving Barry time to drink in the sight
of his big hands, holding her panty clad hips.
   Tim half whispered, "Pull your panties down, honey."
   She blushed half whining, "Daddy, are you sure Jenni does this kind of
stuff?"
   Tim looked at Barry.  Barry gulped twice to dislodge the lump in his
throat, finally managing to rasp, "Yes, she does."
   Meghan sighed, seeming a little exasperated, and pushed her panties
down, bending over as she slid them all the way to meet the jeans.  Tim ran
his hands from her hips along her sides, sliding the t-shirt up until it
was bunched under her neck.  He reached down and brought Meghan's hand up
to hold the shirt, then slid his hands down across the bumps that had been
teasing Barry through her shirt only a moment ago.
   They were small and rounded, no larger than cherries, pushing the
areolas out.  As Tim's hands brushed past them the bumps jiggled and the
nipples, no larger than pin heads, hardened.  Without the fabric covering
them, Barry could see that the right bump was larger than the left,
something that wasn't apparent through her t-shirt.
   Tim's hands stopped to rest on her hips and slowly turned her to face
him, her back to Barry, bringing a most perfectly formed bottom into view.
As his eyes traced from the t-shirt down her bare back, Barry noticed the
slight flair of her hips, framing a beautiful little bubble butt.  Tim's
hands slid from her hips, caressing the globes, squeezing, sliding his
fingers between them raising goose bumps as they passed.  He guided her to
bend over and she released the t-shirt, placing her hands on his knees for
support.
   He brought his hands up between her legs, pressing outward so that she
repositioned her feet spreading her legs as far as the jeans would allow.
The cleft between her buns opened ever so slightly, giving a glimpse of
slightly darker skin, their curves framing her beautifully puffy lips. 
Tim's fingers slid down her cheeks raising goose bumps again, spreading and
then holding them open.
   Up to this point, in spite of his arousal, Barry had managed to stay in
his chair, seemingly relaxed, leaning on one of the arms.  Now, he couldn't
help himself and leaned forward to gaze at the light brown pucker above
lips that had opened to expose the glistening dark pink interior.
   Tim held her open to his brothers gaze, finally released her buns,
whispering to her as he helped her to stand up again and turn once more to
face her uncle.  Her shirt fell down as Tim pushed forward in the chair;
his knees parting her legs, his hands pulling her onto his lap.  His
fingers traced up her thighs and pulled her smooth lips apart, massaging as
he did so.  Meghan sighed again, this time it was deeper, a sign of her
arousal.
   Barry's head was spinning.  The realization that he was watching as his
brother fondled his niece made his heart pound.  He was so hard it almost
hurt, so aroused he thought he might cum spontaneously.
   Tim kept rubbing and Meghan relaxed back against him, spreading her legs
wider as she closed her eyes.  The distinctive sound of Tim's fingers as
they played between the moist lips made Barry's breath catch in his throat.
   "That's my baby," Tim whispered, "Let's let Uncle Barry help make you
feel good.  I bet he'd love to kiss your fairy.  Will you let him?"
   "If that's what you want," she replied, her voice trailing off, breathy.
   Barry didn't have to be invited twice.  He slid out of the chair, onto
the floor and knelt in front of his niece.  Tim stopped rubbing and held
her open, his fingers pressed into the puffy lips, exposing the small, pink
inner labia, glistening with her arousal, a trail of moisture disappearing
between her buns.
   He couldn't help comparing her to his own daughter.  The inner lips were
more developed than Jenni's, soft folds surrounding her opening.  Her clit
stood erect, larger than he would have expected, awaiting his attention.
   He leaned closer drinking in the scent as his tongue began to tease her
clit.  He reveled in the new yet familiar sensations as he began to
explore. Meghan half sighed, a little squeak escaping her lips as he began
lick in earnest.
   "Slip your finger insider her," Tim whispered.  "She likes it when you
pump a little as you lick.  If you take it slowly you can push it all the
way in.  Isn't that right, honey?"
   "Mmmm hmmm," Meghan murmured in reply.
   Barry stopped licking and placed his middle finger at the edge of her
vagina, running it around the opening, pressing gently, watching as the tip
entered, inner labia folding with it.  She was so tight, he was afraid he
might hurt her, so stopped for a minute, eyes focused on his finger, the
tip disappearing inside her.
   Tim's whisper broke his trance, "Let her wet your finger, it'll slip in
easier that way."
   Barry pulled his fingertip out of her opening and raised it to her lips.
At his touch Meghan parted them slightly and drew it in, running her tongue
around it.  The feel of her tongue on his finger shot a bolt of electricity
to his groin, making him groan.  As he pulled it out of her mouth, she
pushed a bit of spittle onto the tip, coating it nicely.
   He pressed it against her vagina again.  This time it slipped in more
easily and she flexed her hips, helping him to get the right angle.  He
watched in amazement as his finger slowly disappeared until it was all the
way in.  He was amazed at how tight she felt, warm, moist walls hugging his
finger.
   He leaned down to begin licking again but a grinding sound from
somewhere outside the office made him stop short and listen, trying to
place the source of the noise.  Tim and Meghan heard it too.
   "Shit," Tim exclaimed, "the garage door.  Quick honey we need to get you
put back together."
   Barry slipped his finger out and Meghan stood eyes still dreamy, not
seeming to register the immediacy of the situation.  Tim pulled her panties
then jeans up quickly, tucked her shirt in; zipped, and snapped them and
buckled her belt with practiced efficiency.
   "Mom's surprised us before.  Hasn't she honey?" Tim said, giving her a
good natured pop on the butt.
   She nodded looking at Barry.  "Uh huh.  Sorry Uncle Barry," Meghan said
voice a little wistful, "That was feeling real good."
   They walked out of the office and into the kitchen, busying themselves
pulling breakfast dishes from the dishwasher and putting them away just as
Barbara came in from the garage.  She had decided to come home early since
this was Barry's last day to visit.  When she saw Barry at work she
admonished Tim good naturedly, "You'd think he's done enough getting your
computer squared away, now you have him doing dishes!"
   The men exchanged knowing looks and Tim grinned sheepishly, "Well, he is
my little brother.  I can't let him get off too easy."
   The rest of the day was taken up with a visit to a local state park
where the family liked to hike.  On the trail, Meghan stayed close to
Barry, walking hand in hand, shooting him glances with a Cheshire grin. 
The contact was wonderful but it sparked recent memories and Barry found
himself reliving the time in the office, feeling himself get semi-hard and
then feeling embarrassed when Barbara would shoot him a smile.
   At one point when Barbara and Tim stopped to take in the view, Meghan
grabbed his hand and pulled him on down the trail.  Barbara laughed and
said something to Tim about Meghan having a crush on her Uncle.  When they
were well ahead and out of earshot she stopped and pulled Barry down so
they were eye to eye.
   "Hey Uncle Barry, do you really do stuff with Jenni like I do with Dad?"
she asked earnestly in a sotto voice.
   Barry smiled and explained that they did similar things but reminded
Meghan that Jenni was not quite eight years old, so they didn't do as much
as she and Tim did.
   Meghan nodded knowingly, "I always wondered if Daddy and I were the only
ones who did stuff like that, since it had to be a secret." She paused
before continuing, "It makes me feel better to know for sure that at least
one other girl does it too." She seemed lost in thought for a moment before
asking, "Do you think we could come visit?  I mean it would be fun to do
stuff together, you know, me and Daddy and you and Jenni."
   Barry smiled, remembering Tim telling him that Meghan often surprised
him and instigated new things.  Before he could answer, they heard Tim and
Barbara on the trail behind them, so started walking again at a leisurely
pace.  Barry squeezed her hand and when she looked up at him he winked and
said, "That's an excellent idea."
   Before he took off for the airport, Barry and Tim sequestered themselves
in the office under the pretense of making one final check on the repairs.
With the door closed, he shared his conversation with Meghan and her
request.  They agreed to work on a "Daddies and Daughters trip" for
sometime in the near future.  Spring break was not far off and might
present an excellent opportunity if the girls' schedules aligned.
   As time was short, the goodbyes were brief with a hug from Barbara, a
handshake from Tim and a long hug and kiss on the cheek from Meghan.  Just
before she broke her embrace, she whispered, "Don't forget."
   With a heavy heart, he loaded his suitcase into the car and headed out.
As he wheeled his way to the airport and later on the flight home, thoughts
of the weekend mixed with hopes for the planned trip producing a subdued
excitement.  "How," he wondered, "was he going to tell Jenni about his new
discovery?"
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