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 Title: The Need for Seed Ch.  05
Summary: Niecey joins us in the spa and gets her first taste of seed.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Eventually, I caught my breath and found my sanity.  Usually I was
enjoyably aware of every last tremble of my partner's orgasm, but our
mutual climax had rendered me temporarily senseless.  My sister's lips
found mine for gentle kisses.  She rubbed her nose along mine, reminded me
of my nose against her daughter's so recently.
   "Come on.  Let's soak in the tub, lover."
   I let her roll me off of her, my softened cock slipping wetly onto her
thigh.  We held hands as we stepped into the warm water, naked.  I settled
on the long built in seat, pulling Meghan close against me, letting the
swirling waters buoy and massage over us in silent bliss.
   "What's on your mind, little brother?" She broke the silence after a
minute or two.
   "Is it that obvious?"
   "To me it is.  But you're my brother and my lover and I adore everything
about you."
   "Well, there's something you need know."
   "Let me guess.  You are trying to figure out how you, Niecey and I can
all live together happily, with no one being the wiser while you still get
all the incredible hot sex you so desperately crave from your sexy, eye
candy relative."
   "Ah, much closer than I thought you'd be.  I have been getting some
pretty hot relative sex lately, after a four year drought."
   "Really?  Just pretty hot?  How curious, it's been four years for me
too. And to think, we both ended our drought tonight." She was smiling
broadly at me.
   "Um.  Meg?  That's the thing.  My drought ended yesterday.  I..."
   Incredibly, my sister broke out laughing.  I stopped my confession,
confused, desperately not wanting Niecey to come between our newfound
closeness, but not at all willing to give up what I had just discovered
with my niece.
   "My silly younger brother.  You should know my daughter doesn't keep
secrets from the coolest mom in town.  Denise!  Come out, sweetie."
   Gears spun between my ears, but nothing gained traction.  Not even when
my young niece stepped out of the shadows after I heard the creaking sounds
of a body pushing itself out of a lounge chair.  A white robe wrapped
around her.  She stopped just short of the spa.
   Young hands paused, hovering over the belt holding the robe closed. 
"May I join you?"
   Meghan eased herself next to me, snuggling close on the spa bench,
stroking my chest, then lower, with one hand under the water.  She chose
the far side of me, away from Niecey, leaving room for her daughter. 
"Well?"
   Apparently, the question was mine to answer.  I looked first at Meghan,
gazing at me with love and anticipation.  Then up at her daughter, hands
poised, her posture ready to run, clearly more uncomfortable the longer she
had to wait.
   "Please, Niecey, join us." I beckoned to the steps with a sweep of my
free hand.
   I had expected a bathing suit under the robe but there was nothing but
niece after she loosened the belt and slowly pulled the lapels apart.  I
saw her bare chest, her crinkled hard nipples, so different from her mom's,
that I had sucked and teased so recently.
   When the robe slipped down off her arms to the pool deck she stood still
for a moment.  Her complete nudity made the thick-framed glasses stand out.
I felt Meghan's nails dig into my chest as we both stared at the beautiful
naked nymph, watched her look around her in the dim light.  Bringing a
small table near the edge of the tub, she placed one hand on the stainless
steel handrail before placing her glasses unfolded on the table with the
other.
   Niecey slid the hand down the railing as she entered the hot water.  As
always, the absence of glasses made her nervous, anxious and younger. 
Without hesitation, she lowered herself into the bubbles and curled up
against me, opposite her sexy mom.
   My sister softly kissed my shoulder.  "So, I hear you fucked my daughter
last night, Michael.  I hear you came inside your niece's little pussy
after you made her cum so many times.  You didn't even offer to let her
taste it."
   A hand wrapped around my thickening shaft, began jacking the skin under
the swirling bubbles.  I had no words to say.
   "She came home from your house this morning, from your bed as I found
out, crying." I must have looked shocked at that because Meghan held up a
hand to silence me while she continued.
   "My poor sweet little girl was crying because she felt society was
trying to keep her from the man she loved, and might hurt him, and no one
else could ever replace him."
   I looked at Niecey, who had her eyes down, being shy, even if her hand
continued its slow steady pumping.  Meghan continued.
   "I'll admit to being surprised at her mention of a man, but I was more
surprised when she told me who this wonderful guy was.  I had to agree with
her: society would have issues with their relationship, and no one else
could possibly replace the best man in the whole wide world."
I felt like I was going to cry.  Niecey in anguish and tears over me. 
My voice was tight.  "You called me the best man in the world?"
   "What?  No.  I was talking about the guy Denise has fallen for.  He
seems really nice."
   "Mom!"
   Their combined laughter was music.  Meghan's eyes met mine.  "Michael, I
did and you are.  It's taken me way too long to tell you that."
   Her eyes stayed on mine, intense.  My lips found my sister's and we
kissed, softly and deeply.
   Meg continued.  "But I wonder about parts of her story.  Could you
really make your innocent niece cum so many times?"
   I second hand found me underwater, circled the head.  When they met,
both stopped.
   Niecey giggled and the jacking renewed on my shaft.  "Beat ya to it,
Mom."
   The other hand retreated, nails scratching lightly through my chest
hair, one sending a charge through me as it dragged over my nipple.
   Niecey continued.  "I think I saw your talented brother make you cum
more than once, Mom."
   My sister nuzzled against my shoulder.  "True that.  I don't do that
very often.  My little bro is pretty talented."
   I was getting over my shock.  "Your daughter is sure a fast learner,
Meg."
   "So I'm finding out.  But you didn't answer my question."
   I answered my own way.  "Niecey, come here and kiss your uncle."
   The hand stayed on my cock as my niece half-floated until she could
bring her lips to mine.  I stroked her naked flank under the water,
beginning where her small breast faded into her side, tracing the swelling
of one hip, continuing down along one wonderful leg.  I felt Meghan's eyes
fixed on us.
   Our lips met.  The young girl's were slightly parted, soft and tender. A
mother's claws dug deeper into my chest as a daughter's tongue found mine.
My hand found a cheek of her full young ass and pulled her closer.  My
other hand grabbed my sister's hard thigh next to mine.
   Tension was already clear under my hand on Niecey.  Such a good girl.  I
kissed her harder.  My hand left her bottom, slipped between her legs as
the water buoyed her near me.  I felt the slightest of quakes begin.  One
finger tip, ever so lightly, teased along a smooth lower lip.  The young
girl groaned, her lips pressed to mine.  Meghan shifted closer against my
side, my hand tight on her thigh.
   The finger stroked again.  The groan into my mouth increased, sounding
more desperate.  It was time for Mommy to see what a talented girl she had.
   "Denise?" My lips brushed hers as I spoke.
   The answering voice was strained.  Her hips rocked, shaking.  "Yes,
Uncle Michael?"
   "Are you a good girl?"
   "If I have to be." Her lips brushed mine on their way into a smile.
   "Do you want to be?" Sterner.
   "For you." It was a whisper.  "Yes.  I want to be a good girl."
   Hidden from view, one of my sister's nails again found my nipple and
repeated a soft scraping.  Lower, her daughter's hand was still on my cock,
forgotten.
   "I know you remember your promise."
   She shivered.  Too close to focus, I could still see her eyes flash
toward her mother.  My lips nipped at the corner of her upper one, barely
touching it with my tongue.  She nibbled back.  Her breath had that quick
shallow rhythm I'd felt last night, near to frantic, close to panic.
   She pushed back toward my finger.  Two strokes demanded a third.  I
denied her.  My hand was on her, close, but my finger stayed off her smooth
tender flesh.
   "Do you want to cum?"
   "God, yes.  Please, touch me and make me cum." On the opposite side,
slimmer inked hips began small motions as they twisted toward me.  I
flicked the finger this time.  The same path traveled a third time, but
twice as fast and unexpected.
   "Aiii!  Yes!" Her torso was tense, squirming in the water.
   "Okay.  I touched you."
   "That doesn't count!"
   "You want me to touch you again?  You want me to touch you until I make
you cum, is that it?"
   Another quick glance toward her mom.  I wondered how much she could see
with her glasses safe on the table, out of reach.  I continued, leading her
on.
   "No.  Let's do it the other way around.  Look at me."
   She looked lost and confused.  It was so cute.  Especially with the
glasses now gone.
   "As soon as you start to cum, I'm going to touch you.  Understand?"
   The tension cranking suddenly tighter in her belly was clear on her
face. I couldn't tell if she nodded slightly in comprehension, or if an
unconscious shudder passed through her then.
   "Once you start, I'm going to touch you and I'm going to keep touching
you until you stop.  Now, Niecey.  Cum for me.  Show us what a good girl
you are and cum.  Cum hard."
   The first hard wave wracked through her body immediately as she cried
out.  True to my word, my fingers found her as soon as her release began,
before I finished speaking.  As I told her to show us how good she was,
they slipped inside her.  At "cum hard" they pushed deep between spasming
walls trying to squeeze them back out.
   Her hand lost my cock, grabbing at my body as she twitched, shaking
weightless above me.  Meghan was pressed to my side, grinding into my hip.
Her hand left me to stroke the torsioned back of her daughter, lost in her
release.
   "Good girl." Her voice echoed my words.  My thumb began slow circles
over Niecey's swollen button, my fingers still inside her.  Her back arched
as the next wave crested.
   "Good girl." Meghan's feminine and maternal encouragement mirrored my
words and redoubled my own arousal.  My thumb sped up as I added my voice
to hers.
   "That's it.  Keep cumming.  I'm not going to stop touching you."
   The way water suspends the human body is a wonderful thing.  It seemed
natural for us to gradually maneuver the young shaking, climaxing body
between the two of us touching her.  It took no effort to float her over
me, my hand moving in and on her center, turning her so Meghan's strong
lean inked arms could snake around her daughter from behind.
   My sister held Denise, lips close to the young girl's ear, as she
continued shaking, clenching hard on my intruding fingers.  Once more I
heard Meghan whisper, "Good girl."
   I slowed my ministrations as I sensed her tensions finally ease.  She
moaned softly as she felt the fingers leave her finally relaxed form. 
Gripping her hip, I turned my niece toward me before reaching further to
pull my sister close.  We sandwiched the young, dazed girl between us.
   I kissed Niecey's forehead as Meghan kissed her between the shoulder
blades, snuggled close behind her.
   "Sexy sister, your daughter doesn't lie.  She really can cum like that."
   "So I see, sexy brother.  So I see.  I always knew my girl was special."
   "Mom!"
   A hand snaked between Niecey's belly and my own.  It found my cock.
   "Is that a hard-on you're pushing up against my daughter?"
   "You know it is."
   "Let me see it."
   "Again?"
   "Yes, again.  Were making up for lost time, remember.  I need to taste
you some more."
   "Niecey, do you hear your mother?  Did you know she was such a cumslut?"
   My niece chuckled.  "Yeah, I suspected it.  Just look at the way she
dresses.  And all those trailer trash tats."
   "Hey!  Respect your elders, daughter o' mine." Meghan snuggled closer
behind her girl.
   "But I got to say, for being old as dirt, she looked damn good sucking
your cock earlier."
   My sister and I responded simultaneously.
   "How long were you watching!?" I blurted out.
   "Old as dirt!?" Protested Meghan.  Answering me, she continued, smiling
at me over her daughter's shoulder.  "She was out here before we got in the
tub, silly brother."
   Niecey's eyes twinkled up at me.
   "You saw everything?"
   "Not everything.  There was some stuff going on I'm curious about, and a
few things that will need a closer look.  But yeah, I saw a plenty, though
I wanted to hear more of what you two were saying to each other."
   My head was swimming as she spoke.  I had wanted to train this sexy
young girl, to introduce her to many of the ways she could give and receive
pleasure, and had unwittingly shown her more than I intended.  Meghan's
hand was pumping slowly on me, jacking in the snug space between her
daughter's belly and mine.
   "I saw my favorite uncle do some very naughty things with his sister,
who just happens to be the Net's favorite new Alt MILF model.  I saw her
choke on his beautiful cock and I saw him choke her out.  That was fucking
amazing.
   "I think I saw him stick his tongue up her ass.  I'm pretty sure I heard
my mom beg for her bother's seed in her belly and I know I saw the two
people I love most in the world making love to each other.  It made me very
jealous and extremely horny."
   By the time she stopped my heart was pounding.  More than knowing she
watched us, hearing what details stuck with her was like the rush of a drug
in my blood, a roar in my ears and in my brain.
   "Mom?"
   "Yes, my little spy?"
   "Will you show me how to suck his cock like you did?"
   I didn't wait for Meghan to answer her daughter.  As soon as my niece
asked her mother to teach her to suck my cock I pushed myself up to sit on
the edge of the tub, my feet hanging into the water.  After all, my sister
had already requested to see my cock again.  My two wonderful loves both
turned and kneeled facing me, all eyes on my cock standing straight and
tall before them.
   "Niecey, go put your glasses on.  I don't want you to miss anything your
mother shows you."
   Denise did as she was told.  I watched her young naked body, dripping
water, climb the short steps out of the tub as my sister's hand wrapped
again around my shaft.  Niecey stood in profile, the outline of her small
breast peaked by one wonderful crinkled nipple clearly visible.  Her
mother's hand began a slow pumping as my eyes drank in the young
short-haired beauty.
   Niecey eased herself down the stairs, one hand on the rail, both eyes on
me.  In nothing but thick-framed glasses, she seemed more confident again.
Her measured steps back into the water had an animal presence that had been
absent when her glasses were still on the table.
   I was in heaven.  Lingering guilt concerning both these beautiful women
had vanished, the last vestiges washed away by seeing the accepting love
between mother and daughter, sister and niece.  Electricity not purely
physical flowed freely between the base of my cock Meghan stroked and the
lizard brain roaring at the sky that these beauties were mine and I was
king of the world.
   The feeling only intensified when Niecey completed her journey, once
again kneeling before me, bright eyes looking up at her aroused uncle over
her nerdy glasses, then lowering to watch her mother's hand pumping his
rigid cock.  My cock.  Under Meghan's talented ministrations an almost
entirely clear drop of viscous fluid was growing, magnifying and distorting
the slightly open slit at the very tip.
   My sister moaned at the sight, altering her motion to milk more from me,
as her body contracted around a tightening core.
   "Do you see that, sweetie?" My sister's voice was low, filled with only
somewhat mock-awe.  "That is the world's most precious fluid.  This drop is
yours.  Taste it."
   Niecey's eyes flicked up to mine over her glasses, then back to the
object of her lesson.  She brought her mouth near the head.  I watched her
tongue reach out and gather the thick drop, slowly carrying it back into
her mouth.
   Her uncle and mother watched her savor the taste, her tongue moving
behind sealed lips before she swallowed.  Without a word, she sealed her
lips around the now closed slit and lightly sucked.  As we watched Niecey's
cheeks draw in, seeking more of my precum, Meghan resumed the slow deep
pumps intending to bring more tastes to the eager young mouth.
   "Do you like that, baby girl?" My sister sounded so sexy, encouraging
her.  "First Uncle Michael pumps his seed into your belly and now you're
swallowing more?  Go ahead, baby.  I know you want to.  Suck your uncle's
wonderful cock."
   She did.  Niecey's lips wrapped around my head, her tongue swirling
around the sensitive bulb now inside her mouth.  Then she pushed more in.
Her mother gripped near the base of my shaft and held it there as the
tomboy, ridiculously sexy in her glasses and nothing else, began to bob on
the top half of my cock.
   With her mouth stopped by Meghan's hand, Niecey was free to fuck my cock
in and out of her mouth without danger of taking too much in and gagging.
She had no particular skill yet, but the sight was enough to overweigh any
lack of experience.
   "My turn." Meghan said it in a happy, almost sing-song way.  Niecey
ignored her, continuing to bob on me, her steady determined rhythm causing
my balls to again begin to tighten close under me.
   "Hey!  My turn." My sister's voice was sharper, but got the same lack of
response.  I saw Meghan's face harden.  The hand not gripping me stroked up
her daughter's back to the base of her neck.  Looking down at them, I
watched the fingers secure a solid grasp around Niecey's sexy bare neck
where it transitioned into the base of her skull.
   Meghan's hand rode up and down with her daughter's head twice.  The
second trip down on me, I saw the her hand tense before she pushed Niecey's
mouth down harder, releasing her own hand around the base to make room.
   I felt the immediate reflex of the young throat as my cockhead pushed
part way in.  A wet spray coughed out between her lips and my shaft before
Meghan dragged Niecey's mouth off of me, a fistful of hair from near the
top of her head in my sister's fist.  A long shiny string stretched between
my cock and a gasping mouth as the young girl was jerked upright and sat on
her heels.
   Even with Niecey's wide eyes, glasses almost falling off her nose, and
gasping swollen lips, my eyes were still distracted by four beautiful
breasts bouncing above the spa waters.  Wet gold rings glinted bright on my
sister's picture perfect pair, while her hand tugging back on her
daughter's hair forced the smaller younger tits out on display.  Sweet
little titties capped with crinkled hard nipples I knew to be so sensitive
to touch and taste.
   Meghan's spoke through gritted teeth.  "Mommy will share, and you should
always do what your uncle tells you, but remember: his cum is mine.  When I
say it's my turn, don't get in my way.  Okay?"
   Niecey, eyes almost bulging, nodded the small amount she could with her
hair held so tight.  Releasing it's tense grip, Meghan's hand was gentle on
her daughter's cheek.  "Such a very good girl."
   After that her attention was entirely on my cock and what she could suck
out of it.  No hand stopping her, Meghan shoved herself down on me.  She
coughed twice and made a wonderful wet choking sound as she forced my cock
into her throat.  Muscles flexed along her back as she fought her body's
urge to pull back.
   I saw Niecey watching her mother, wiping at the corners of her own teary
eyes with the back of her hand.  Meghan choked loudly again, coughing
around me, but continuing to push her mouth down.  Niecey mouth was wide at
the sight and sounds.
   "Niecey, I need your kisses." What man doesn't want to kiss a beautiful
girl while another kisses his other head?
   My sister groaned.  I stroked her head as her daughter stood on the spa
seat, water running down her body.  Niecey leaned in and kissed me deep and
hard, her hands behind my neck.  I saw the frames of her glasses too close
to focus between her eyes and mine.  My balls began to pull up tight.
   My fist tightened in Meghan's hair.  She pushed back against my hand
with a gag after my head slipped the last bit into her throat.  I held her
down on me, keeping myself deep.  Niecey's tongue and lips grew more
frantic as the sounds her mother made mirrored the ones she had forced out
of her daughter moments ago.
   With small motions of my hips I fucked my sister's throat, my fist in
her hair holding her head and mouth in place.  Her daughter's tongue and
lips devoured mine as wet sounds marked each thrust into her.
   When I released Meghan's hair she kept my cock deep, her head shoved
down into my lap.  Wet breaths dragged in through her nose.  My sister
finally sat back up with a huge gasping inhale.  Her hand replaced her
mouth on me, fingers wrapped around my shaft.
   I pulled Niecey back from me enough to focus on her.  "Do you want to
suck me some more?"
   The young girl's beautiful eyes brightened for an instant before her
forehead creased in sudden worry.  Eyes flicked to her mom, who had almost
violently ended her last attempt, and back to mine.  I smiled.
   "It's okay, Niecey.  Your mother won't stop you this time.  Will you, my
greedy gorgeous girl?"
   Meghan grinned up at me, her hand slowly pumping, keeping a steady
pressure of stimulation running from my cock through my tight balls, while
her daughter dropped back down beside her in front of me.  "Not if you tell
me not too.  But.."
   My sister's eyes dropped.  She rarely looked shy or uncertain like that
and I found it very attractive.
   "But what?" I prompted her.
   "Can I have...It felt so good when you filled my egg with your seed."
She stroked her belly as though there was a fertilized egg developing
inside now.  "Please fill it again, Michael."
   "Can we clear something up?  You do know I had a vasectomy, right?  I
would never have cum inside my unprotected niece's cunt -" I emphasized the
word with a smile "- otherwise."
   The two looked at each other before laughing at me.  My sister answered.
   "Did I meet you at the door with a hatchet in my hand?  No.  Any guy
shootin' live ammo in my little girl woulda gotten a greeting from Lizzie
B."
   Meghan let that sink in.  "Yes, bro.  We know.  The idea of you knocking
me up is sexy as hell at a twisted, gut, animal level, but I have no desire
for any more real life babies, yours or otherwise."
   "Hey!" Her lone offspring protested.
   "...since I won the lottery on the first try."
   "Ah, Mom." Niecey rested her cheek on her mom's shoulder before looking
up at me.
   "She's right, Uncle Mike.  I don't want to get pregnant ever.  Eww." We
laughed at her teenish shiver of revulsion.  "But the fantasy of it, that's
different.  The first time, bent over your - our - bed, I thought of Mom's
new egg.  Can I tell him?"
   Daughter looked at mother.  Meghan nodded.  I thought she blushed.
   "You had my arms behind me, fucking me kinda hard, like a man possessed,
and I thought of what Mom had told me about the egg.  How it was positioned
so a man's cock would fill it, fertilizing her life, their essence becoming
one.  Not any man; one very special man.  She said it better, almost
poetry."
   Niecey glanced at her mom before giving me a very serious stare over her
glasses.  "Your sister is crazy in love with you.  And I don't blame her."
   I looked at my sister.  Meghan's eyes glowed, fixed on mine.  Niecey
continued, but while I still heard and understood her words, they seemed to
fade into the distance, her mother's face and eyes confirming more than
words could.
   "I mean, you are a sexy, special man and the thought of being your woman
makes my soul wet.  I woke up in the middle of the night last night, next
to you; it felt like home.  I couldn't see you in the dark, but I
immediately knew where I was in and who was holding me.  I could smell you.
I could could hear your soft exhales.  Then you woke me up in the morning,
cumming as you pushed into me.  Jesus!
   "But I'll never be your woman like she is.  You could never be my man
like you are hers.  Some day I'll find mine, but I'd like to keep fucking
and sucking and learning with you until he shows."
   Even with the distraction of the love of my life, my sister, glowing up
at me, my niece had delivered quite a speech.  I tore my gaze from my
sister's long enough to smile at Niecey.  "You worked a little poetry in
there yourself."
   Seeing the two of them, one at each knee, both so different and so
gorgeous, I couldn't help wondering at the new realities confronting me. 
"Niecey, thank you for saying that.  It's true, your mother is - to use a
cliche - my soul mate.  I can't describe the burden that had been lifted
from me tonight."
   I don't know when Meghan's hand had stopped moving on me or when her
tears had started, but when I saw them streaming down both cheeks from eyes
brimming with love for me I had to have her.  I don't entirely know why,
but a beautiful woman's tears turns me on.  Not her pain, but her crying.
Ideally emotional tears, but it doesn't matter if the emotion is sadness or
frustration or laughter or joy.  At times it had been another source of
guilt and shame.  Not now.
   I took both my sister's hands in mine as I stood, my cock standing
straight and proud.  Helping Meghan out of the spa, enjoying the glint of
the water streaming down her, I turned back to Niecey.  "Sorry, sweetie. 
Change of plans.  You're welcome to watch, but we'll have to take a
raincheck on your next oral exam.  This lesson is called "How to make love
to your soul mate."
   Without a word, my sister wrapped her wet naked arms around my neck and
kissed me.  Her wonderful body molded to mine, nothing between us.  Not
clothes, not shame, not society, not doubt.  My own tears let loose, a
shuddering release running down my spine.
   "Meghan.  Sweetheart.  I love you so much." The words came out between
short gaps between our lips and tongues.  Our tears now blended, her cheeks
and mine both smeared with our combined salty streaks of torment ended, of
paradise found.
   I tasted the underside of her tongue against mine, sucked her breaths
into my own lungs before returning our shared oxygen.  My hard cock pressed
against the egg on her belly, eager and craving to reenter its new sacred
sanctuary.
   I have never experienced a kiss like that.  Four years ago, we had
kissed hungry anguished kisses full of lust so strong it forced aside shame
and guilt, at least for moment.  Earlier tonight, I had kissed my sister
Meghan with that lust unbound by false blames.  It had been full of
acceptance of the lust, the love and the trust between us.  But their was
still doubt nagging behind that kiss, of what the future might bring.
   Now we were joined together in bliss.  No blame, no doubts, no anything
but the timeless melding of two into one.  Years of furtive longing and
self recrimination, aching incompleteness, gone.  Not a worry or thought
beyond us or now.  Meghan loved me as I loved her, completely and utterly.
Nothing else mattered.
   How long it lasted, I don't know.  Certainly long enough for a certain
teenaged niece and daughter to get bored.  She cleared her throat with a
stage cough.
   "Foreplay is great and all, love birds, but how about some action?"
   My strong, tough sister blushed, clear even in this low light.  Her turn
to face Niecey freed my cock to spring out from between our bellies.
   "Foreplay?  We were..." Meghan's voice dropped off.  Her attention was
on my cock.  At least half the head was shining wet, smeared with the
precum I'd leaked between us.  A milky drop of her precious elixir swelled
at the tip as I my groin gave a single pump, stimulated by the sudden focus
of attention.
   My sister bent at the waist, slipping the head into her mouth, her hands
grabbing my hips.  She sucked at me, slurping with her tongue to capture it
all.
   Her toned and decorated back made a marvelous hourglass as I looked
down. Her cheeks formed the top of a Valentine's heart before tapering to
her tight waist.  With her arms holding my hips as she savored my precum,
her back V-ed strongly outward from waist to shoulder, showcasing her lean
muscles.
   Between and over her shoulder blades was a tattoo.  Wings.  Not big
wings that covered the back, though any wings on a back suggest those. 
These wings had not been drawn symmetrically, as the body that connected
them was contorted.  The body of an angel.
   I'd been aware of an angel tattoo on her back, but other things had been
more important when the red dress had come off.  I'd caught glimpses
before, but never looked closely.
   The wings were what caught the eye, depicted as though making a swooping
turn in flight.  The lines of the angel himself were less boldly inked, but
definitely a male, naked, with a single edged sword above his head poised
for either a downward blow or a quick parry.  I recognized him: Michael,
the Archangel.
   Meghan stood then, eyes smiling and closed lips showing her tongue
running under them.  I saw a shining patch of wetness spread over the egg
on her belly, where we had caught the leaky head between us.
   "You missed some." She looked down, following my eyes.  I caught her
wrist when she reached for it.
   I crouched, bending my knees and slowly licked then sucked the small
amount of my own precum slicked over her belly, her egg, lavishing
attention on the holy area over her womb before standing and kissing her
deeply, giving her what I'd gathered for her.  She sucked at my tongue and
lips.
   "Okay.  That was hot." Neither of us looked at Niecey this time, locked
once more in our kisses.
   I scooped my naked sister up in my arms, cradling one arm under her
knees, and carried her to the weatherproof sectional.  With the squarish
'chair' section pushed against the couch and ottoman pieces, it formed a
firm padded bed.  I lowered us both onto the bed.
   Kneeling above her, I pulled one pierced nipple into my mouth, rolling
it between my tongue and upper lip.  My one knee between her legs felt her
hips push against me as I continued to flick, suck and tug her tender
breast, encouraged by her motion and her sounds.
   When I sat back up to look at her, releasing her nipple with a pop, her
groan changed.  Again she was staring at the tip of my cock.  I shook my
head.
   "You've got a one track mind, hungry girl." I caught the shiny drop,
clear with a milky center showing like a tiny glass marble, on my thumb and
pushed it into her mouth and onto her tongue.
   "Mmmm." She held my hand with both hers, continuing to suck my thumb,
her tongue swirling behind sealed lips over the multitude of nerve endings
on my pad.
   Retrieving my thumb, I teased her second nipple and breast.  Meghan got
another drop, feeding her addiction.  When I sat up to gather that taste
for her, I saw Niecey had left the tub and was seated on one corner of the
sectional, watching.
   She shrugged.  "You're butt was blocking the view."
   I pumped my hand up from the base of my shaft, gathered a milkier
dribble on two fingers as the two women watched.  Meghan got a bigger
taste, slurping at my fingers as I pushed her leg wider and moved between
her thighs.
   I kept my eyes on my sister's as I slid further down between her legs,
but I was was aware of Niecey beside her mother, watching open mouthed.  I
kissed my way down the egg.  After giving her so many tastes of my juices I
again got to savor hers.  I struggled but kept myself from going crazy on
my sister's sacred opening.
   I forced myself to lick slow and long, tracing her outer boundaries
before lapping deeply at her center.  I sucked soft silk lips and between
them before my first nuzzles around her hooded, most tender nexus.  I was
lost in her murmurs, her slow writhing motions, her flavors and swellings.
   When I finally pushed myself up to look at her, Meghan was panting, her
firm breasts shuddering with each breath.  Niecey's hand moved between her
bare soft thighs.  My own breaths were at least as rapid and ragged as my
sister's.  I sat up between her legs.
   My cock pointed out, suspended directly over her belly and her egg.  We
all watched a thick drop, not clear at all, push out from the slit and
start the slow slide down the seam on the under side of my swollen head.  I
spoke without thinking.
   "Niecey.  Taste it."
   While her mother gasped, my niece did not hesitate.  Without a trace of
awkwardness she slid down onto her side, her cheek resting on Meghan's
tattooed belly as she wrapped her lips over my bulb.  Her tongue, her
sucking and licking, were soft and gentle.  I saw her swallow, my head
inside her lips.
   "Oh my god!" I was surprised words came out.  A roaring filled my
ears.Tearing my eyes from my niece nursing more precum from me, I saw my
sister's loving smile and bright eyes.  She mouthed words to me in silence.
"I love you, Michael."
   I groaned.  Niecey had slid her cheek further down the egg swallowing
more of my shaft.  Her tongue ran along the sensitive ridge inside her
mouth as my balls went tight.
   Meghan saw the point of no return on my face.  I felt my eyes bulge as
my back arched.  Mother's hands pulled daughter's head back off of my cock.
   "Inside me, in my egg, please!" Her voice was a low growled demand.
   "Nooo." Niecey whined as the first pulse radiated up from my behind my
balls.  I grabbed my cock as it left her lips, shoving it down to where her
mother's wetter ones waited while my hips thrust in.  Animal instinct made
that an action requiring little thought.
   I exploded inside my sister on that first thrust, groaning.  What I was
experiencing was outside my wildest fantasies.  My body clenched as I
pumped into her, filling her egg, emptying myself.
   "Yesss.  Fill me with your seed.  Pump me full, Michael.  Fuck!" I felt
her contract around me as she came.  Hands grabbed her daughter's hair as
her back arched up.  I pushed my pumping cock into each squeeze of pulsing
walls.
   A younger voice joined her, filled with wonder.  "I can feel it.  I can
feel you inside her."
   Niecey's cheek, held tight to Meghan's belly, was getting a nudge from
my cock with each push.  Knowing how easy it was to drive her over the
limit, I slipped my hand between her thighs, where she had been touching
herself moments ago.
   She was wet and open as my fingers found her.  Two slid inside.  I
looked down at her as my thumb circled over her swollen button.  A thick
whitish stripe ran from the corner of her mouth to near her ear, my first
rope of cum tracing over cheek and hair.  One thick glob clung to the
plastic arm of her glasses.  I felt her hips push onto my hand, saw
Meghan's fingers grasping at the short hair.
   I increased the thumb's circles, felt Niecey's tension rise.  With my
free hand I wiped the rope of cum from her hair, over her cheek, leaving a
small collection at the corner of her sweet young mouth.
   With two fingers I pushed it between her lips.  "Taste it, Niecey."
   With two other fingers I massaged tight wrinkled spongy flesh inside
her. With a thumb I flicked hard left, right, left.  "Cum, Niecey.  Cum
with us."
   Of course she did.  She came and came hard, pushing both pairs of
fingers deeper, sucking one set while squeezing down on the other.  An
instant after the first squeeze, along with the second, a stream of warm
fluid sprayed out around my hand.  Meghan held her daughter's head close
against her own belly, a look of amazement on her face.
   Niecey had almost ceased shaking when I collapsed beside them.  One
snuggled against each side of me, one of my arms pulling Meghan close, my
niece hugging the other.  We held each other in silence.
   Finally, my sister groaned.  "I can't sleep here."
   She stretched her neck enough to kiss my cheek.  "Brother, would you
sleep in my bed tonight."
   "Hmmm.  Our bed?"
   "Yes.  Our bed."
   "I'd love to." I kissed her back, turning enough to find her lips.
   "Hey!  I think I'm getting gypped." Niecey was grinning.  "Just kidding.
You two should have your first night alone together.  I'm sleeping right
here."
   She pulled the blanket hanging over the back of the couch onto herself
and rolled into it.  "Goodnight."
   Meghan laughed and kissed her daughter's cheek.  "Goodnight,
sweetheart."
   She rolled onto her feet and offered me a hand up.
   "Don't I get a kiss at least?" The girl had a strong sense of fairness.
When I leaned close she turned.  Her tongue found mine before she
whispered. "Thanks for the taste, Uncle Mike.  You know I want more now."
   I allowed Meghan to help me upright.  Arms around each other's waists,
we walked toward the house and our bed.
   *****
   to be continued....
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