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 Title: The Need for Seed Ch.  01
Summary: Tomboy niece stirs up old lusts for tattooed hardbody sister.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Every Friday around three o'clock for eight years, Niecey had let
herself in my side door.  It started when she was in elementary school, and
my sister picked up an evening shift Fridays to help pay the bills.  Her
daughter, my niece Denise or Niecey, needed a place to go after school.  I
lived near her school and worked from home, so she walked to my place
instead of heading home at least one day a week.
   Sometimes she slept over, depending on how late Meghan's shift ran.  I
had a spare room and she was welcome.  The girl was funny, studious and a
pleasure to be around.  As a writer, I did most of my creative work in the
mornings.  Afternoons were for busy work, phone calls, answering letters
then and emails now.  At some point I would wander into the kitchen and
find her doing homework on the dinette table.
   Niecey always wore glasses.  She got very nervous if she couldn't
immediately find them.  Otherwise, her appearance was what I grew up
calling a tomboy: boyish stance and set to her shoulders, no interest in
makeup or dresses.  As she got older, she wanted her hair very short, wore
Wrangler's jeans with a wide leather belt, liked T-shirts under V-neck
man-cut sweaters.  Glasses with thick squarish frames.  The black boots she
wore were not Doc Martins but I only became aware of that when she
corrected my error.
   Doing at the dinette across from me, she made her voice a quivering
teenaged version of an old woman.
   "'You're so pretty, you should wear nice clothes.  Such thick shiny
hair, you could be beautiful.  What a shame to cut such beautiful hair.'
Jesus Christ, Uncle Mike.  I still love Grandma, but she doesn't make it
easy.  You can never tell a kid too often that - if they only changed every
single aspect of themselves - they could possibly win their grandparent's
approval.  And maybe even be beautiful."
   I had rarely seen her cry in all the years she had been coming here.  A
few quivering lips and moist eyes, but never this: tears of hurt, anger and
frustration openly streaming down her cheeks.
   "Niecey, I don't know if you know this, but it's time you heard it. 
Your Dad was an asshole.  A mean, drunk asshole even.  But I have come to
the conclusion, and I'm not the only one, that the main reason he was such
a drunk at such a young age, and probably why he was such an ass, was his
mother.  Your Grandma Jenkins is a cunt."
   I had never seen her so shocked in her life.  I don't generally say
anything critical about anyone and I usually watched my language around
her, but Niecey was an adult now and deserved to know the downside to not
being able to pick your family.  "Uncle Michael!"
   "Okay, sorry.  That's not nice.  I have nothing against cunts, and
should not use them in such a derogatory way.  They are actually rather
pleasant, soft, moist..."
   "Uncle Michael!" She was almost laughing.  That's the beauty of strong
emotions.  It's easier to make an sad person laugh than a calm one.
   "So I take back any reference to your grandmother being a cunt, and
apologize to all the fine cunts out there.  She is a horrible, inhuman
bitch.  With no disrespect to female dogs."
   It felt liberating to talk to her as an adult, swearing outlandishly
about injustices beyond our control.
   "She's wrong, you know," I added.
   "About what?"
   "I don't know how you'd look in a dress, but I do know you don't need to
change anything to be beautiful."
   "Yeah right.  That's me, glamour queen."
   "Glamour has nothing to do with it.  Not every guy is looking for..." I
caught myself, but couldn't recover enough to finish the sentence.  I had
always assumed Denise was into girls.  She never mentioned boys, the way
she dressed and stood.  We'd never talked about it, but it always made
sense to me.  I figured she'd bring it up someday.
   "Looking for what?" She looked pissed.  Strong emotions.  "Not every guy
is looking for an hourglass waist and up to here legs?  Not every guy is
looking for long beautiful hair?"
   "I was going to say 'not every guy is looking for glamour,' but Niecey?
If I can ask you a stupid question - and please feel entirely free to
answer with 'that's an idiotic question, Uncle Mike, and I refuse to answer
it on those grounds' - do you like guys?"
   She made that face that every strong woman, from Kathryn Hepburn to
Shirley Temple, makes when vexed to the point that nothing will do but to
face their chauvinistic oppressor and sock them in the nose.  He could see
the massive effort it took to keep her small hand, balling into a fist of
righteous fury, from reasonably replying.
   She kept her voice even.  "Not very many of them.  The list keeps
getting shorter."
   She sighed.  "It'd probably be easier if I was a lesbian.  It seems when
I like a guy, I mean really like a guy, it's like I'm not a girl to him. 
He can talk to me, make me laugh, make me feel important and interesting
and smart, and one of the guys."
   "So, he treats you like a person, rather than a sex object to conquer
and impregnate?"
   "Exactly.  What an asshole.  Do you know what I'd give to have the
possibility of being a sex object and maybe even impregnated?"
   "What do you mean the possibility..."
   "What do you mean, 'do you like boys?'"
   "I'm sorry, Niecey.  I always kinda assumed, you'd end up...coming out."
   She looked exasperated.  "Seriously?  What is it?  I know my hair's
short.  I like it that way.  Neat, tidy, low maintenance.  Is it the jeans?
Wrangler's fit me."
   They did.  She had worn them before she had hips, but now that her body
was becoming a woman's body, she made a sexy cowgirl.  A quirky emo nerd
cowgirl, but sexy.
   "It's the glasses, isn't it?  They're unisex.  I never should have
listened to that saleschick.  Unisex means lesbian.  I knew it.  Dammit!"
   "It's not the glasses.  These are really cute ones.  I still can't
picture you in a dress, but those glasses would sure go with a plaid skirt
and matching tie."
   "Perv!"
   "It's not the jeans either."
   "So it's the hair."
   "Niecey, sweetheart, it's more you.  You've always been a tomboy.  You
square your shoulders like a boy.  Right now, the way you clench your jaw
when I tell you things you don't want to hear.  I don't know what makes
it...boyish, but it is.
   "You're very pretty.  No, you're damn sexy, but it's my prejudice: you
do fit my shallow, uninformed stereotype of a lesbian.  Sorry."
   "I forgive you.  But only because you made my day.  And it's not an
insult; being gay would be cool at least."
   "So I made your day thinking you were a lesbian?"
   She looked at me.  "I will not answer that on the grounds that the asker
is an idiot."
   "Point well taken."
   Silence.
   "Can I try a less idiotic question?"
   An exaggerated sigh.  "If you must."
   "In order to improve future service, how was I able to make your day?"
   She leaned back, clasping her hands behind her head in mock cocky
comfort.  Both knees and boots were a generous shoulder width apart.  "You
said I was sexy.  Damn sexy."
   Undeniably a masculine pose, it still thrust her small, firm breasts
against the v-neck sweater.  Unintentionally, her hands behind her head
framed her chiseled, striking face, high cheek bones and firm jaw, as
though a model holding back long hair for dramatic effect.  Moments like
this, I saw my sister Meghan's striking beauty in her less flamboyant
daughter.
   This girl was sexy.  And my niece.  And apparently straight.  I had no
answer.  I couldn't deny saying it, but it was a path we didn't need to
explore further.
   "Thank you, Uncle Mike."
   "You're welcome." She sounded serious as she dropped her pose.  I wasn't
sure if she thanked me for the compliment, or speaking the truth about her
grandmother.
   "This had been a day of revelation.  Dad was a asshole drunk, Grandma's
a cunt, I'm damn sexy and my trusted Uncle is a perv."
   Again, I had no answer.  Eventually she continued.  "Fuck Grandma.  I
get to pick: you're my family.  You and Mom."
   She crossed her arms in front of her chest.  Her face showed confident
defiance for about a second, then she started to cry again.
   "Ah, Niecey, it'll be okay."
   She stood up, fresh tears streaming down her face.  I felt helpless. 
She stepped to my side of the little table and slid it aside with her hip
as I turned to face her, still seated.
   "Uncle Mike?" She sounded so pitiful now.  "Can I have a hug?"
   All I had time to do was bring my arms up before she was straddling my
lap, wrapping her arms around me.  I pulled her close and held her, letting
her cry it out, lightly stroking her back.
   Denise was straight.  I was shocked.  I didn't tell her, but her mom
assumed she was gay too.  We had talked about it a couple of times.
   One of the prettiest young tomboys I had ever seen, clueless to how
nerd-hot she was, sat on my lap pressing her tender young tits against me.
And she was my niece.
   Eventually, her boohoos became snuffles near my ear.  She still held my
head close to her, closer than I was entirely comfortable being to her
small firm chest.  I tried to remember the losers of the last three World
Series in a vain attempt to stop my cock from starting to swell, stuck as
it was under her young denim-clad rear.  The baseball thing never worked.
   When she finally eased her tight hug and leaned back she pulled one arm
from around me to wipe her eyes and nose.  Looking up at her, I could see
she was a mess.  She draped the arm back over my shoulder, her hand on the
back of my neck.  Looking into her red, swollen but still incredibly blue
eyes, I hoped she couldn't feel my erection starting to strain upwards.
   "Uncle Michael?"
   "Yes, sweetheart?" She smiled at the endearment.  She was so beautiful
when she smiled.  Even her smaller smiles involved the entire face, a
crinkling near the radiant eyes, flair of the pert nose, lips spread wide
to show square white teeth.
   "I love you."
   "I love you t..." She cut me off with her lips pressed to mine.  She
held them too firm to be a truly intimate kiss, but it was decidedly not a
family peck by the time she ended it.
   She looked me in the eye again.  I saw a twinkle, a brightness there
beyond residual tears reflecting the light.  "Can I trust you?"
   "You can always trust me, Niecey." I hoped it was true.  My cock
whispered to me that I was a liar.
   "Because I have a secret I can only tell you." Perhaps it was an
accident, but just then I felt her hips move against my hard-on.  I prayed
it was an accident, and I hoped it wasn't.  "I think you're sexy too.  Damn
sexy."
   She kissed me again.  Her lips were softer, almost parted.  It took all
my willpower to not slide my tongue between those soft lips while I held
her tight on my lap, full young hips trapped on my hard cock.
   "Mmmm." My lips felt hers vibrate with the sound of satisfied pleasure.
Her hips rocked on me again.  She knew.
   "Are you attracted to me, Uncle Mike?" Her lips had pulled back no more
than an inch, her eyes intensely studying me.  Another rock of the hips.
   "Denise, I'm your uncle.  We shouldn't be..."
   "Ssh.  I know.  Of course we shouldn't.  This is just information." So
persuasive and reasonable.
   "If you weren't attractive, would I have this?" I looked down to where
she was sitting.  I was very sure she had felt the tent rising so I might
as well break the ice.
   "Maybe you're just a perv."
   "Ouch."
   Silence.
   "Hey perv?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Thanks." She rocked again.  "I've never had anyone show me they were
attracted in quite that way before.  You really do think I'm sexy."
   "I know I shouldn't, but yes, I do." I leaned in and gave her a light
peck.
   "You are very pretty." Peck.
   "Beautiful." Peck.
   "And sexy." Her lips met mine, open.  Her glasses banged into my brow,
caught between us.
   I really thought I was going to be able to resist after passing the
first test, but my tongue betrayed me.  It slipped between her soft lips,
running over them as they opened wider.  Her tongue, tasting fruity, met
mine.  She leaned her head down to me, fingers running through the hair
over my neck.  I strained my face up to hers, my arms around her, pinning
her close.  We kissed hard, and long, and not at all like a niece and her
uncle ought to kiss.
   We separated, both breathing hard.
   "Niecey, we need to stop before this gets out of hand.  What would your
mother think.  I'm your uncle; I need to show some restraint."
   I could see her small chest lift her sweater with each deep breath. 
"This could get out of hand, couldn't it?"
   I nodded, attempting a serious and wise look to my face.
   "I like that idea."
   "Denise!  That doesn't help."
   "Alright.  I won't say anything." She didn't speak, but continued
looking down at me, her shiny lips, looking slightly swollen and puffy now,
parted.  She began to move her ass on me in small grinding circles,
silently, watching my reaction.
   I wanted this girl so bad.  And I could refuse my niece nothing, if she
set her mind to it.  I had to stop my descent down this rocky,
no-trespassing path.  It had been years since I had felt this powerful a
lust, and that had ended miserably.
   I stood, expecting her to slip off my lap and regain her feet.  Instead
she wrapped her arms around my neck more tightly and then swung her legs
around my waist as I stood up.  She clung to me, my hands unthinkingly
straying dangerously close to her ample ass to help support her weight. 
The crotch of her jeans pressed directly onto my erection.
   Then she laughed and her grip loosened.  She allowed her body to slide
along mine until her feet reached the ground.  She leaned against me for a
second longer, then pulled back.
   "I know we shouldn't, it just felt so good.  No one's ever kissed me
like that.  And it's not like I'm a virgin or anything." She traced her
hand over my tented groin.  "At least I know now I can turn on a handsome,
sexy man, even if he is my pervy uncle."
   Her grin was full of mischief, helping ease some of the sexual tension.
   "God, I gotta pee." She brought her knees together to accentuate how
urgent the need was.
   "Go pee then." Anything for a break before I gave this innocent girl
more then she bargained for.  I watched her sweet full ass scurry out the
door, her sexy nape exposed by the short tapered hair cut that showed off
her long, sleek neck.
   "Jesus, I'm a mess!" Her voice came from behind the bathroom door,
before I heard it open again.
   "Uncle Mike?" She called.
   "Yeah?"
   "I look like hell.  I'm going to take a shower, okay?"
   "Sure, take your time."
   "I look that bad, huh?" The door slammed.
   Welcoming my reprieve, I wandered back to my office and stared at an
email, unable to concentrate.  I could hear water running through the pipes
in the ceiling to the shower.  It made me think of Niecey, naked, under the
warm flow of water.  A single drop forming at the back of her neck,
clinging to the uniform perfectly buzzed hairs where the taper started. 
Catching the drop on my tongue as I join her in the cascade, pulling her
bare young body back against mine.
   The Super Bowl.  How many times did Elway lose before the Broncos won
one?  Did he win two then?  Anything to take my mind off my sister's kid in
my shower and in my arms.  Seeing so much of my outrageously hot sister in
my niece, and then making out with the young girl, her reaching out and
stroking my cock, forced me to spend more effort shoving old demons down
than I had in years.
   I heard the water turn off after a longer than usual time.  Soon, Niecey
popped her head in my office door, smiling shyly.  I grinned back,
beckoning her in.
   Her hair was still wet, slicked back on top, the only place she had
enough hair to style.  Her hair style alternated, spikey or slicked back.
Otherwise she wore the same jeans and sweater she'd had on earlier.  Her
face glowed.
   "Feel better?"
   "I felt pretty good before." She glanced at my lap as she stood by the
end of my desk.  She must have seen the look on my face.
   "Just kidding.  Yes, I feel better.  And look better too.  Crying your
eyes out is not a good fashion tip.
   "Listen, Uncle Mike.  I know things got out of hand, but I want you to
know I trust you completely, and I appreciate you setting me straight on
Grandma.  I need to do a little shopping I forgot about.  Would it be okay
if I came back here later?"
   "Of course, you know you're always welcome." Meghan had stopped the
Friday late shift many years ago, and Denise was certainly responsible
enough to look after herself, but she had chosen to still make my house her
destination after school at the close of each week.  "It would be an off
Friday if you weren't hanging around, cramping my style."
   "If you only had a style to cramp." This teasing was much more familiar
ground, a much better place for an uncle and his nubile niece.  She
playfully kissed the top of my head before heading out.
   -
   I was watching ESPN from the sofa when I heard her voice.  I never heard
her actually open my door.  "Hey, Uncle Mike, I brought Burritos. 
Carnitas, no cilantro, for you.  I'll get plates in a sec."
   "Thanks, Niecey.  I'm the luckiest uncle ever." I heard a rustle of
plastic bags as she headed down the hall toward her room.
   "Yes, you are.  Truer words were never spoken."
   A few minutes passed before I heard plates on the tile counter.  "Would
you like a beer?"
   "Sure," I called.  "That'd be great."
   I heard the bottle opened.  "Can I have one too?  Please?  It's been a
rough day."
   "Okay, just one.  And don't tell your mom."
   "I know something else I won't be telling mom."
   "Niecey!"
   "What?  You want me to tell her?  If you say so.  You know I always tell
her everything."
   "Brat."
   I heard the second beer open.
   "Here you go." Denise stepped around the couch and into my view, a
bottle in each hand, one outstretched in offering.  My jaw dropped open.
   She still wore the same thick framed fashion-nerd glasses, but they were
hanging lower on her nose.  Everything else had changed.  No Wranglers, no
V-neck, even her stance was different.  More femininely coltish than
square-shouldered jockish.
   She brought the long neck bottle to her lips.  The phallic gesture
reminded me that I had a beer in my hand that I couldn't remember
accepting. Her appearance had booted the knowledge from my head.  I look a
long swig, my eyes exploring her over the bottle.
   Apparently, she had taken my offhand pervy suggestion.  A pleated skirt
and matching tie, both in proper schoolgirl red plaid, were the first
things I noticed.  My eyes traveled down her legs from the bottom hem of
the skirt, beginning far closer to the prominent ass lifting the pleats so
tantalizingly than it did to her knees.
   Her legs looked longer, curvier than usual.  Other than swimming, and it
had been years since I'd seen her swim, Denise always wore jeans, hiding
these beautiful bare legs.  Her thighs were a flawlessly smooth series of
curves, parted slightly as she stood letting me drink her in.
   Her calves flared out voluptuously below her knees, before tapering in
to graceful ankles that disappeared into narrow bands of white frilly sock
before being snugly bound into high top white sneakers.  The kind of
fashion sneakers that build up a high heel inside the shoe.  Her legs were
being lengthened and displayed by the equivalent of at least four inch
heels.
   I had to drag my eyes from her thighs.  The way they swelled inward
toward each other below the skirt, while still leaving a wide space between
them mesmerized me.  I wanted to run my hands up between them, over the
silky smooth skin, lifting the short pleated skirt to reveal the treasures
hidden there.  Had she really dressed like this for me, because of my
comment on her glasses?
   "Earth to Uncle."
   She was grinning openly.  "I like the way you're looking at me, Uncle
Mike.  I thought I looked kinda ridiculous in the mirror, but the way
you're staring makes it all worth while.  It makes me feel like a woman,
sexy and desirable.  Thank you."
   I struggled to respond.  She was so sexy and so desirable, but there was
no way I should say that out loud.  "You are a gorgeous young woman,
Niecey."
   She didn't say anything, but her amused look let me know she knew I was
holding back, trying to be proper.
   "I wanted to do something special for you.  In appreciation for the
perspective on Grandma and my dad you gave me today.  People act like the
old bat was royalty around here, and her asshole son somehow became an
angel by driving himself off a cliff drunk, abandoning his unborn daughter.
I knew these things, but until you said it, it just didn't click in my
head. I can love my family, but it doesn't mean I have to like them one
bit."
   "Exactly.  Bright girl." I was glad she had moved to safer ground, away
from words like 'desirable' and 'sexy.'
   "Bright uncle too.  You opened my eyes." She paused as if considering.
"Can I have another hug?"
   "Sure." I put an hand down on the couch to stand up.
   "No.  Stay there." She stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.  "I liked
our last one."
   That should have been my clear warning, to stand up and keep her from
getting quite so close.
   Instead, she rested her free hand there on me while she took another
long swig from the beer bottle with the other, and I didn't move.  Her bare
thighs spread apart as she climbed on top of me on the couch, each knee
settling into the cushion outside my own legs as she straddled me.  Other
than her weight being on her own knees instead of on my lap, it duplicated
the way she had straddled me on the kitchen chair earlier.
   I wrapped my arms around her small back and waist as hers encircled my
head, pulling me close to her chest, to her plaid tie and white button down
shirt.  We held each other in silence.
   "Uncle Michael?"
   "Hmm?" I looked up at her face, close to mine, as her fingers ran
through my hair, massaging the sensitive area at the base of my neck.  She
kissed me.
   Soft, welcoming lips, parting open as mine met hers.  Her tongue reached
toward mine, calling it out to play.  I strained upward to kiss her back,
pulling her against me.  I felt my cock start to swell, thankful my niece
wasn't sitting on it this time.
   We had kissed before, and it hadn't gone further.  I knew it wasn't
right, but I didn't resist.  I could stop before things went too far, and
the slope got too steep.
   She didn't stop kissing me, hungrily tasting, licking, and nibbling. 
Her small sounds of satisfaction as she held me tight against her had me
fully erect.  She had sat down more on my lap as our kisses intensified,
and her grinding lower body seemed fully aware of the log that had grown
under and against her.
   Her tongue eventually eased away from mine.  Her two luscious lips
caught and sucked on my upper one before letting it go free.
   "I shaved for you."
   I ran my hand over her silk smooth calf.  "I can tell.  Very nice.  You
have great legs."
   "Silly, silly man.  I didn't mean my legs."
   I thought it better if I didn't answer that one, even if she felt the
sudden tensing of my hand on her leg.  I certainly felt her sink further
down on my cock, rocking her hips against it.
   "Uncle Michael?"
   "Hmm?"
   "You made some insulting remarks earlier involving my family and I think
an apology is in order."
   "Everything I said about your family is true.  Not pleasant, but true."
   "Not everything.  You called grandma a cunt when you know she isn't."
   It had seemed shocking yet safe to use that strong word earlier.  The
word had more power now, with this sexy young girl dressed to tease and
grinding on my lap.
   "I know you apologized to cunts generally but my cunt would like - and I
would like - for you to apologize personally to, or 'kiss and make up' as
they say, with my poor innocent under-appreciated cunt."
   Words have power and she was smart enough to know it.  Her words, and
especially the emphasis she put on the final ones, had the power to force a
prolonged groan from me as I pushed up against her.
   "Mmmm.  That's what I wanted to hear." She leaned her head down enough
to softly, moistly kiss me again.  Then she placed both hands on my
shoulders, one more of a fist as she still held her beer bottle, and pushed
herself up.
   She stood close above me, her thighs open and feet outside my knees.  I
watched her take another swig and took one myself.  She smiled broadly when
she looked down.  I followed her gaze to see my cock tenting up my pants, a
half dollar worth of wet darkness staining the fabric.
   "Are you ready to kiss and make up, sexy uncle?"
   "Weren't we just kissing?"
   "We were, and a very nice kisser you are." She reached her free hand
down to the hem of her short skirt.
   "But you know that's not what I meant."
   She pulled the skirt up in front, exposing more and more thigh until
they ended.  Where the luscious thighs stopped, Niecey exposed the most
beautiful bare smooth shaved little slit I have ever seen.  Two full curves
swelled downward, separated by a dimly lit crevice.  I could see a tiny
hint of inner lips peeking out of the narrow crack.
   My mouth was dry.  I had pictured white panties under that skirt, not
this.  Not the most perfect, inviting little pussy in the world, bare and
open to me.  I wondered how much of the wetness on my pants was my precum,
and how much her juices.  I didn't even try to tell myself not to think
about juices flowing onto me from my nieces shaved slit.
   "Do you like it?  I shaved it for you."
   Under her spell now, I still couldn't trust myself to speak, but I was
compelled to answer.  I nodded my agreement,
   "Well, tell her you're sorry." I glanced up at her.  She seemed so
serious, but I could also sense her unsureness.  She was taking charge but
still vulnerable to rejection if I wasn't careful.
   "I'm very sorry." I stared directly at her opening.  "I never should
have compared you to that bitter, misguided old hag."
   I didn't decide to do it but it happened.  My hand seemed to make its
own decision.  I reached out and rested my open hand on the inside of her
thigh, just above the knee.  It slid up between her legs, lingering on the
trip to enjoy the soft smoothness of her young freshly shaved legs.
   When the hand stopped, it was deep between her thighs, with the
uppermost finger, the index, resting against her bare crevice.  I paused
before dragging that finger toward me, tracing along her delicate flower. I
truly didn't expect these lips to part, or for my fingertip to slip
slightly between their wet slippery folds.
   Niecey gasped at the sensation.  So I repeated my motion, beckoning an
imaginary third person, standing behind my niece, toward us with my finger.
I watched the first joint disappear on its second pass between her inner
labia.
   She sounded breathless.  "Uncle Mike, you're touching me.  It really
feels like you've got your finger inside your niece's innocent young cunt."
   I froze, my fingertip still inside her.
   "But I told you to kiss it."
   I was still lost in a cloud of conflict brought on by her matter-of-fact
observation that I was fingering her - which part of my brain registered as
a shamefully and horribly true accusation - how wonderful her silken entry
felt, and the words she chose to describe it.  I did have my finger inside
my niece's innocent young cunt.
   Her last statement sank in.  My finger still inside her, unmoving, I
looked up at her.  The stern look, hands on hips, glasses in danger of
slipping off the end of her rather dainty nose, came across as more teacher
than student, but even with the short cropped hair and dominant posture,
she was all woman and so beautiful.
   "Just kiss?"
   She considered.  "Hmm.  Just kiss, but you can kiss her like you kiss
me. I think she'd like that."
   "So...start slow, then gradually add more tongue, letting it slide
between your soft moist lips?"
   Her stern gaze slipped, eyes glazing over for an instant.  I felt her
body twitch, encouraged the response by beginning a small wiggle of my
finger inside her.
   "Yes." Her blue eyes closed.  "Like that.  That sounds fine."
   The finger eased back and forth inside her, no deeper than my first
knuckle, opening her entire slit that far and no more.  Her eyes were still
closed, her head now tilting back.  I felt her thighs tremble on either
side of my hand.
   Lowering my beer bottle to the floor beside my foot so I could slide
that hand up and around her smooth thigh to where the back of the skirt
still hung, I whispered, repeating my own words.  "Such soft, moist lips."
   The shaking increased.  I let the tips of my next two fingers follow the
first.  Her velvet insides opened a fraction more as the longer middle
finger traveled deeper, the three together forming the predatory triangle
of a shark's fin slicing frictionless through the intimate wetness.
   "Oh fuck." I heard her murmur as the shaking sped up, my hand on her
rear under her skirt and my fingers inside both detected the sharp increase
in tension.  Suddenly, her knees buckled.
   My free arm caught her, circling her small waist as her legs gave out.
Perhaps she could have caught herself, but I didn't give her the chance.  I
redirected her fall onto the couch, turning to kneel above her as I lowered
her twitching form to improvised safety.
   I saw her eyes go wide on the way down, as her sudden downward drop
forced my three fingers deep inside her.
   "Ahhhh!"
   She had been holding her skirt up tight to her belly with both hands,
showing off her smooth shave.  The one not clutching a nearly empty bottle
now grabbed my wrist.
   Looking down at the young girl I held close with my arm now pinned under
her, I saw the strain of the intense sensations and unexpected entry on her
face.  Expecting her to push my invading fingers back out, I was surprised
when her tight grip held my wrist in place, keeping my fingers deep inside
her.
   The look of strain only increased as I felt her body got rigid, arching
into me, shoving her hips onto my hand.  Her eyes stared at me,
overwhelmed. Her mouth opened soundlessly and she came.
   With her held so awkwardly, intimately close, one arm trapped beneath
her, the other pinned between us in her strong small grip, I felt every
shake and tremble, every spasming tension of my young niece's climax.  I
was in awe of this sweet beauty, so serious and shy, this confusing teenage
blend of confidence and insecurities, cumming in total silence and my arms,
cumming so soon and do hard.
   Gradually her shaking eased but she did not release my wrist.  Her eyes
darted from one of mine to the other.  I kept mine steady, reassuring.  My
arm was trapped between us uncomfortably, but to shift it I would have to
move the fingers deep inside her.  Finally, her darts settled on a spot
slightly below my left eye.
   "I'm sorry."
   I laughed, and felt her tense at the reaction.  I kept my voice calm and
soothing.  "Niecey, sweet girl, you have nothing to be sorry about.  That
was beautiful.  I should be thanking you.  And then apologizing on my
knees."
   All four of our eyes popped wide.  I had meant apologizing for taking
advantage of my young niece when I should know better, but what I said
called up just what she had asked for: on my knees, apologizing to her
cunt.
   Her grin was angelically devilish.  "Yes please."
   "Denise."
   "Michael." Her voice was low and a respectable imitation of my
intonations.
   "Don't you think we should..."
   "Don't you think a gentleman should always take his hand out of the
lady's postorgasmic pussy before posing moral quandaries?" She punctuated
her question with an abrupt opening of her hand, releasing my wrist, and an
inquisitive lift of one eyebrow.
   I eased the shark's fin of three fingers out from where her drop had
wedged them tight, but only far enough to free one.  The longer two pushed
back in, reopening her as soon as she snapped shut, twisting as they went
so my palm was up.
   Without thought, they curled slightly as they separated wet walls,
finding the pebbly upper surface curving with my fingers.  I love making
women cum and the ones that have cum the most often have, right where the
top edge of their opening curves upward and in, a crinkled, pebbly textured
firmer area that can get quite receptive to direct stimulation.
   "Aaaaiiii!" Making her bright blue eyes pop open above her glasses and
below her dark hair was becoming addicting.  She'd fully expected me to
retract my fingers, the surprise making the sudden stimulation over her
"g-spot" that much more intense.  I felt her hand again grab my wrist.
   My two fingers beckoned towards me, welcoming the imaginary girl shyly
watching us from behind my niece, making slow circles of ebbing and flowing
pressure concentrated over her slick crinkled spot.
   "Oh shit.  Fuck.  Not again." She arched hard.  Tight before, she
clenched down on my fingers, though they continued their slow beckoning
circles as best they could as she writhed close to me.
   "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry." She babbled before the words became a cry of
despair.  With one spasming deeper arch, a flood of warm fluid soaked my
hand.  Enough to wet my wrist and the cushion directly below.
   "Oh, god.  I am so sorry!" She looked panicked, while I must have been
grinning like an idiot.
   "Denise.  Sweet, beautiful Niecey, what are you sorry about?"
   "I tried.  I didn't mean to.  I can't help it.  I lose control
sometimes, and cum...too much."
   Remembering the reaction I'd gotten before, I held back a laugh. 
Someone had confused this young girl about her own budding sexuality.
   "Because you squirt?"
   "I'm so sorry, Uncle Mike.  I didn't know you were going to keep..."
   "Niecey, it's okay."
   "I peed on your couch!"
   "Niecey." I said it with force.  I waited as she focused.  "Listen."
   I had her full attention.  "What you did just now was beautiful."
   I let that sink in.  She looked up at me over her glasses, all student
now.
   "If some boy got scared because of your pleasure," I could see in her
face I was close.  "His loss.  Niecey, you came so hard you squirted all
over my hand, up my wrist and on the couch.  And you have no idea how
incredibly sexy that is."
   She looked completely confused.  I started to massage her spot with my
fingers again.  Her jaw dropped open.  She struggled against me.
   "I want you to cum again, Denise.  I don't care if I have to buy a new
damn couch, I want to make you cum, over and over again."
   The struggling almost stopped."You want me to...?  Really?"
   She wanted so much to believe it was true.  Her bright eyes pleaded with
me to make it true.
   "So very much." I kissed her.  The circles grew, still slow but bigger
inside her, more determined.
   My lips still brushed against her, our kiss unbroken, as I said,
"Niecey. Cum now.  Cum for me.  Cum for your uncle."
   She gave in.  I felt the tension as she arched again, muscles clenched
up, giving up control over her own body.  I nibbled and licked at her lips,
stretched wide open in a soundless gasp.
   "That's it, baby.  Let yourself go."
   She did.  Soundless no more, she uttered a nameless ongoing vowel.  Her
hips and back racked in spasm.  She rode my circles.  The vowel changed
pitch, suddenly deeper, finger nails dug into my clenched wrist, and a
second warm flood gushed out.
   "Yes!  That's it, little girl.  Let yourself go for me." I wanted her to
hear continuous reassurance, to associate her orgasms with praise and
delight, to overcome the previous negative responses.
   I was rock hard in my pants.  Twice in my life, I had had short
relationships with truly multiorgasmic women, one of whom occasionally
squirted when she really lost control.  Nothing had ever made me feel as
satisfied as bringing them to that place where they were helplessly lost on
wave after wave of pleasure.
   As Niecey exploded in climax for the third time, squirting a second time
in a matter of minutes, I abandoned any care for how taboo our act was.  I
had to have as much of my young niece as I could get.
   She must have seen the determination in my eyes, because she suddenly
looked panicked again as her orgasm subsided along with my circles. 
Vulnerable.
   "Denise.  Sweetheart.  Thank you.  That was so good.  If it's okay with
you, I want more, much more."
   It seemed to take a moment to register.  Her nod was shy.
   "Are you going to kiss her now?"
   It was my turn to be puzzled momentarily.  "I'd be delighted to continue
my oral apology.  But answer me one thing.  If you were worried about
squirting, why so eager for me to kiss...her?  Weren't you worried about
squirting in my face?"
   Niecey shook her head.  "No.  I've only been kissed there twice.  It
felt really good, but I was way too scared to let loose.  I stopped them
before I embarrassed myself."
   "You poor, poor girl.  I think I'll have to retrain you." Just saying
the words sent a surge through me.  I would love to train this innocent,
misguided forbidden girl.  Teach her to give in to her pleasure, to her
gift.  This sexy beauty who kept surprising me with her body's incredible
responses and reminding me of long-suppressed desires for her mother, my
sister.
   "Niecey, I am going to give you the most thorough apology you have every
had."
   "Mmmm." She smiled at that.
   "But promise me one thing."
   "Okay."
   "Never, ever hold back any orgasm, any cum, any squirting when I am with
you unless I ask you to.  Sometimes, I may tell you to hold it to let it
build, but unless I do, don't ever keep yourself from your pleasure.  If I
am kissing you, if I have my tongue inside you where my fingers are now, I
want you to cum as hard and as often as you can.  Understood?"
   "I'll try." Her answer was breathless.
   "Promise me."
   "I...I promise, Uncle Mike.  Uncle Mike?"
   "Yes, Niecey girl?"
   "I love you." Again, her eyes had trouble settling on a spot to watch,
darting between mine.
   I kissed her softly.  "I love you too.  Now I want to take you to bed."
   "To your bed?"
   "If I have my way, Niecey, it'll be our bed." Her eyes widened.  Looking
up over her glasses at me as she took that in.  I saw the narrow slivers of
white that showed under her bright blue irises.
   "I think I like that idea." She whispered.
   to be continued....
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