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 Title: The Need for Seed Ch.  07
Summary: The final chapter.  A new door opened and love made complete.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Chapter 7: The Final Chapter.
   My slippery finger disappeared inside her tight little opening,
delivering a taste of my 'seed' here for the first time.  To a place so
sensitive, Niecey hadn't cum like she usually did.  She moaned, muffled by
her mother's lips and tongue.  I felt her hips retreat from the sudden
invasion for only an instant before she pushed back and up.
   Watching her open under my touch, I dragged my other thumb, the right,
up along the belly of my beast, milking more thick fluid from my sack up to
the tip.  A larger drop, clear with only a trace of cloudy milk swirling
inside, swelled until it broke.
   My thumb continued stroking up the tender underside of my cockhead,
gathering the viscous overflow.  A finger joined the thumb to catch it all.
   My left fingertip pulled out and away, sliding over to help grab her
soft hip.  The right replaced it, first with the finger alone smearing more
precum against her rosebud door.  I moved my hand up to the top of her ass,
so my downward pointing thumb, shiny and slick, traced along her crack
before teasing the opening.
   Under the circling pad of my thumb, I felt her squeeze tight.  Relax. 
Pulse tight again.  Relax.  With the second relax, I pushed.  Niecey's head
arched up away from Meghan's kisses as the thumb went deep, its base
stretching her ass open.
   It was only a slightly longer retreat away from the invader before the
young girl again pushed back onto it.  This time I could see her arms flex
as, on all fours, she used them to force her whole body toward me.
   "Good girl!" I started a slow fucking with my thumb while the rest of my
hand squeezed the full cheek under it.  Her head was turned to the side
enough now that I could see her eyes were closed tight in concentration
behind her glasses.
   "Daddy." It was a strained whisper as she shoved back.  My thumb met her
shove, going deep and staying there while my left hand on her hip held her
in place.
   Below me, Meghan lifted her hands to her daughter's chest.  I couldn't
see, but I felt the change in Niecey's body.  The tension increasing.  I
pictured fingers rolling and pinching her hard little nipples.
   "Mommy!" The whine in her young voice was a masterful blend of habitual
teen complaining about any surprise parental action and her roleplaying
inflection encouraging more taboo exploration.  It was so fucking sexy I
wanted to shove her down onto her mother's naked body and take her virgin
ass on the spot.
   I had enough sense to not follow my urge.  Yet.  But it was nearly time
I took her young ass.  I slid my thumb out of her, noticing how quickly the
opening shrank tight.  Niecey whined, looking over her shoulder at me.
   "Let's go inside."
   "Will you play with my bottom more, Daddy?"
   "Is that what you want, dirty girl?"
   She laid the lilt on thick.  "Yes, Daddy.  It makes me feel really funny
when you touch me down there." She grinned.  "And when you licked me."
   "Mommy?" She turned her head to look down at Meghan, groaned as my
sister did something with her hands on the young girl's chest that I was
forced to only imagine.  Her voice sounded more filled with innocent
curiosity then ever.  "Did it make you feel funny when your brother stuck
his tongue in your ass?"
   Meghan sputtered, laughing.  I joined in.  Niecey rolled onto her side,
off Meghan, with a smile.
   "Yes, baby, my brother's tongue on my ass did make me feel a little
funny.  On, not in, right Michael?"
   My gorgeous sister reached toward me, asking for a hand up.  I pulled
her to her feet, wrapped my arms around her.  I shrugged.  "I think it was
just on.  So many asses, I get confused."
   She slapped my arm.
   "Well, something was definitely in mine just now." The inflection was
gone again.  Standing up, Niecey stepped close and wrapped us both is a
tight hug.  "And I want more."
   As much as I didn't want to end a naked hug with my new dream harem, my
niece's wishes were important to me.  Especially this wish.  "Inside, my
beauties."
   I took a hand of each in one of mine and led them to the house before
holding the door open for them both.  I whispered quick instructions to
Meghan, saw her bite her lip as she understood.  Niecey squealed as I
swooped her off her feet and carried her to her mother's big bed, leaving
Meghan to carry out my directions.
   She sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at me.  "I love you,
Uncle Mike.  Thank you."
   My cock was drooping again, taking a well-deserved rest while it could.
Niecey licked the precious treat from the tip as she'd been shown before
taking me in her mouth.  She sucked me slow this time, savoring.  My
half-hard cock was at that extremely sensitive point, every unseen swirl of
her tongue sending shocks through my body.
   I started to reach out a hand to guide her, to slow her down, but I
stopped my hand to let this sexy young beauty suck me as she wished,
marveling at how eagerly she craved me.  How she'd voiced her craving for
my seed in every hole, only one still unfilled.
   I groaned at the thought and sensation.  "That feels really damn good,
baby girl."
   Niecey slurped loudly, releasing her shiny wet lollipop to smile up at
me.  "I know."
   Her new confidence, not entirely unfounded, was a turn on.  So was the
way her eyes looked, straining upward to meet mine over her glasses as she
took me back in her mouth.
   "That's it.  Keep your eyes up here." Now my hand did find her head as I
felt myself stiffening in her mouth.  The still spongy head slipped past
the back of her tongue.  I felt Niecey stiffen, threatened.
   "It's okay.  I've got you.  Breath through your nose and relax." As my
shaft straightened and lengthened, she was held so that my head had no
where to go but further in.  At the first small gag, she tried to pull back
against my hand.  I didn't push, but held her firm.  She choked and I felt
a light spray on my thighs.
   "Hey.  Eyes up here." She looked so beautiful, tears welling up in one
eye, already running down the other cheek.  "Breath through your nose. 
Gooood girl."
   I was already pushing the head past her defenses before my drawn out
"good." It was more encouragement than praise.  Like her mother four years
earlier, she first got my cock in her throat before it fully thickened
rigid.  Her protesting body gagged once more, but she didn't even pull back
against my hand.
   I slid further in and held it there, almost completely erect, feeling
her wet hot breaths from the nose pressed close to my groin.
   "Gooood girl!" This time it was a groan of satisfaction.  I released her
head, dropping my hands to my side, and stayed motionless, seeing what the
young girl would do.  Wide eyes still on mine, she grabbed the back of my
thighs.  She pulled her own head onto me with both arms, straining
momentarily to take more of me deeper past her tongue.  Her head popped
back with a wet cough.
   "Holy shit." A deep wet breath.  "Did I just deep-throat that fat cock?"
   She wiped a palm across her mouth and chin, then used the back of it on
her streaked cheek.  My cock did look fat, and was standing straight out
again.
   "Yes, you did.  Now is there anything you'd like as a reward?"
   Those beautiful eyes went from mine to my cock, then off to the ceiling,
considering for a full second before returning to look back up at me.
   "You know."
   "Yes I do.  So say it."
   "I already did."
   "You said a lot of things."
   "Daddy!"
   "Say it."
   She pouted, then reclined on the bed.  Her mother's bed, where I had
slept with my sister for the first time.  She pulled her smooth, sexy legs
up close, hugging them to her chest with arms around knees.  She could not
be more exposed to me.
   "Uncle Michael, I want you to fuck my ass.  I want to feel you empty
your seed deep inside me.  Please."
   I had no intention for an animal growl to escape me but its audible
release reflected an inner instinctual one.  I grabbed her hips and dragged
her naked body to the edge of the mattress.  My cock twitched upwards,
inches from two tempting holes.
   "Room service!"
   "Huh?" My head came around in surprise.  I had completely forgotten
Meghan and the mission I had sent her on.
   "Doesn't look like I missed too much." My sister said as she set a small
plate down.  She removed the small towel she had draped over her arm
waiter-style and set it by the plate.
   "Hah.  See what you know!" Niecey looked smug.  Or as smug as one could
look in her exposed position.  "I just had a certain fat cock all the way
in my throat."
   I nodded.  I ran my hands up Niecey's lovely soft thighs, over her
hugging arms, pausing on her curving calves.  "It's true.  She took the
whole thing in without choking, much."
   "Hey."
   "Well, sorry I missed that, but let's see if there's anywhere else my
little girl can take the whole thing." Meghan reached out to pluck up one
of the thin yellow blocks arranged on the plate.
   "What is that?  Oh!" Niecey cut off her own question when her mother
pushed the thin square-cut sliver, like a tiny yellow French fry, against
and then into her daughter's puckered opening.  Meghan's finger followed it
into her daughter's ass.
   "Uhh.  Ohhhh.  Oh shit, Mom!" It was only one slim finger, but it was
working its way in and out of the tight hole.  "What is that?"
   "That, my dear young niece," I explained, "is your mother's finger in
your butt.  What she pushed into you was a little bit of butter.  I think
she needs more, sweetie."
   At the last statement, my sister removed her finger from her daughter's
virgin ass.  Niecey squealed.  Meghan grabbed a second thin sticklet and
quickly pushed it against the puckered opening.
   "Whoa.  It melts so fast, as soon as it touches the skin." Meghan seemed
fascinated with the feeling, pushing one then a second finger deeper into
Niecey.  I saw brows knit in concentration behind thick glasses as the
fingers twisted, encouraging the tight muscle to relax and open.
   Niecey hugged her legs tighter to her chest.  She looked so vulnerable
and accepting.  Her brows relaxed and her mouth dropped open.  "Unnh. 
Huhhh.  Fuck, that feels intense."
   I watched, stroking my cock with one hand.  I let the other hand trail
over Meghan's beautiful back, so lean and muscled, but undeniably feminine.
My gaze lingered on the winged tattoo of St.  Michael, before fingers
explored along the side of one perfect breast, then down her flank to her
hips.  I continued over her firm asscheek, sliding the hand between her
legs.  I teased a fingertip or two over her own puckered door before
slipping into her sopping pussy.
   Slick fingers circled her hooded clit before plunging back inside.  She
moaned and I watched her fingers push deeper into her daughter as my own
filled her.
   "Meghan.  It's time." She looked up at me, so gorgeous.  Removing my
fingers from her slit, her ass received another teasing touch as I withdrew
my hand.  "Kiss me."
   My sister's lips and tongue were on mine in an instant, hungry and
almost crazed.  I pushed her face back.
   "Make me slippery, baby, so I can fuck this eager little ass."
   Meghan dropped down and my sister's hot mouth was on me, sucking.  I
felt her tongue lapping up any trace of a precious droplet before her lips
shoved my hand aside as she forced me deep into her mouth.  Back up and
down again, covering me with her saliva.
   "That feels damn fucking good, baby, but you should use some of your
butter."
   She went down deep on me, gagging softly before she allowed my stiff
cock to escape her lips with a pop.  "Oh.  That kind of slippery."
   I watched the two slim fingers, now buried entirely in Niecey, slowly
withdraw.  The young girl whined as they left her.  Meghan picked up two
yellow slivers in her palm and pressed them against my shaft.
   The butter began to melt as soon as she touched it.  Applying the
lubricating fat over me, Meghan stood.  She moved around behind me, still
pumping my very slick cock with her hand.  I felt her firm breasts push
close against my back as she readied me to take her daughter's ass for the
first time.
   Neicey's eyes were fixed on my cock, and the hand preparing it for her.
She hugged her legs tight to her chest, opening and offering herself.
   "Step closer." Meghan nudged me close to the edge of the bed.  She
pointed my cock downward enough to aim the tip at its goal.  Her fingers
massaged more of the liquified butter over my sensitive head.  "Push."
   She rubbed my head directly over the tiny pucker.  I eased forward,
seeing Niecey's tender flesh give inward.  "Push."
   My hips pushed harder.  With Meghan's hand guiding, the head began to
slip inside.
   "Unnhh!" Niecey protested wordlessly.  I pushed more and the head opened
her before entering.  Her virgin, almost panicking ass squeezed down tight.
   "Ahh!  Too much!  Take it out." Niecey's eyes were wide.  I held still,
the head inside her.  "Too much."
   Meghan chose that moment, when I was debating whether to pull out of the
tight squeeze, to begin pumping her hand up and down my shaft, from my
tight balls up to where her fist pressed close against her own daughter's
exposed and stretched ass.
   I groaned.  It felt incredible.  The hand pumping, slick with butter. 
The pucker squeezing in panic.  Firm breasts and hard nipples smashed
against my back.  My own sister encouraging me to ignore her daughter's
pleas.
   My hips began to move in time to the hand's strokes.  Not enough to
force myself deeper, the motions carried the clenching sphincter with it,
pushing her own opening into her slightly before pulling back, feeling her
gripping muscle hold me, keep my cock from leaving.
   "So much.  So full." Niecey's voice held more wonder than panic now.  I
pushed harder, felt my shaft sliding through tight gripping fingers before
Niecey's body gave in, allowing the head to slide an inch or so into her
tightness.
   "Fuck!  Oh fuck.  So fucking much." Niecey's eyes were closed tight, her
voice barely a whisper.
   I pulled back to where her muscles again clung to the bulbous head
stretching her open before sliding back in, a little past where I had ended
the previous entry.
   "Stop.  Please.  Just a minute." Her breathing was shallower and faster.
No longer was she begging for me to pull out.  What a good girl.  I held
still for her to get used to the pressure.
   "Okay.  I think I can take a little more.  Is it almost in?" I don't
think she heard her mother's snicker at the question.  Meghan's hand still
held plenty of shaft to pump.  I answered.
   "Almost, Niecey.  You're doing great.  You sure you're ready for more?"
   The glasses nodded quickly as my niece bit down on her lower lip. 
Meghan was now working my shaft with a snug grip of her thumb and index
finger, the sexiest "okay" sign I had ever experienced.
   My hips nudged forward.  I saw Niecey's eyes tighten in concentration as
pursed lips blew out a breath.  Then Meghan's hips shoved into me from
behind, forcing me forward and deeper into her daughter.
   "Ahhhh!" Niecey's legs straightened at the sudden intrusion, slipping
out of her embrace.  I was just as surprised as she was by her mother's
action, but not so uncomfortably.  I just had more of my cock imbedded in a
tight slippery hole.
   I grabbed her ankles as the legs straightened upward, bumping Meghan
back as I withdrew before pushing immediately back to same depth her
unexpected shove had driven me.  I began to saw in a slow, deliberate
rhythm until I felt and saw my niece relaxing, adjusting to this new
sensation.
   I twisted my face back toward my sister's.  "Time to move your hand,
baby."
   Meghan moaned.  "Fuck, yes.  Fill my baby girl, brother."
   Straining to meet each other, we managed a quick frantic kiss over my
shoulder as her hand gave my shaft a final squeeze.  She moved away from my
back, positioning herself beside us to watch.
   I positioned Niecey's ankles on my shoulders and let my hands slide down
her wonderful legs.  The curvy, sexy legs that had so surprised me when I
first saw them extending below that short plaid skirt, no longer hidden by
ill-fitting jeans.  My hands found their rightful places on each rounded
hip.
   My eyes met Niecey's.  I didn't say anything but she seemed to sense my
hesitation.  The glasses nodded again.
   "Do it, Uncle Mike.  Please.  Make my ass yours."
   I did.  Rather than push into her, I pulled her onto me.  My fingers
dented her soft flesh as I dragged her hips toward me, impaling her ass on
the entire length of my cock.
   "Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God.  Yes.T" That was Meghan.  A hoarse whisper
filled with awe.
   I groaned, my hands keeping my niece's ass tight against me as my hips
ground against her cheeks.  She was soundless, her mouth wide open and eyes
tight shut.
   Then her eyes popped open, intense and locked on mine.  She reached up
hands to each knee, pulling her legs back toward herself to again hug them
to her chest.  I pulled back part way and shoved back in, burying myself in
and against her upturned ass.
   "So tight." I whispered.  "So slippery.  So good."
   "So big." She responded.  "So full.  But yes, so good.  So incredibly
good.  Are you going to cum inside me, Uncle Mike?"
   "Oh yes, baby girl.  I'm going to fill you like you've never been
filled."
   Her face tightened and a flush of red traveled over her cheeks, her
neck, her upper chest.  "I...I'm...uhhhnn!"
   I felt her entire body clench in spasm then, her orgasm triggering mine.
If she made any further sounds or words I couldn't hear them as a roar
filled my ears.  My hands clenched tighter onto her hips, my cock and core
shuddering with each ecstatic explosion deep inside of her twitching,
clenching body.  I saw red, gritting my teeth and nearly blacking out,
shocked by the intensity of my reaction.
   When I became aware enough to sense my own breathing it was ragged and
loud.  I could feel the final spasms of her belly and sphincter around me,
see the glazed half smile below me.
   Niecey made a small whining sound as I began to pull back from her, her
tight opening milking more cum up and out of my shaft as I slowly withdrew.
I stopped when just the swollen head was inside, feeling the ridge catch
inside her gripping ring of muscle.
   I eased her legs free of her hugging arms, pulled them wide as I lowered
myself down to the young girl.  I strained forward to bring my face to
hers. Her arms wrapped around me.  Unable to reach her lips this way, I
slid back inside, reopening her depths.  Niecey's mouth opened wide at the
unexpected invasion and I covered it with my own, kissing her deeply.
   I felt Meghan's hand stroke my lower back as I kissed her daughter.  The
hand slid lower, squeezing one cheek of my ass, encouraging my hips to make
small movements in and out of Niecey's ass as we kissed.  I felt the
vibration of soft satisfied moans from the girl's tongue and lips.
   I pushed myself up on my arms and Meghan snuggled her head in next to
her daughter, both looking up at me, Niecey through her thick framed
glasses, knocked slightly askew.  Unplanned and simultaneous, both spoke
the same three words.
   "I love you," though each finished the thought differently.  Meghan's
addition of "brother" tugged at my heart and soul, signaling a union
delayed for needless years.  Niecey's lilting "Daddy" brought an amused
smile to my face and an unconscious quick thrust into her.  She groaned at
the sensation.
   "So what is this sudden 'Daddy' thing, anyhow?"
   "Well, Mommy," Niecey turned her face toward Meghan as she explained.  I
held back a laugh at my sister's expression: Denice hadn't called her Mommy
since she was a toddler.
   "I was thinking while you two were doing whatever nasty dirty things you
were doing in this bed last night.  I knew you had finally found the man
you'd been waiting for your whole life." Meghan smiled at that, but with
pain behind it, as though ready to cry.  It sent a shiver down my back.
   "And if my Mommy finally had the man that she will never let go,
wouldn't he be my Daddy?  Then I got all wet and slippery thinking about my
new Daddy coming out by the pool to fuck his new daughter."
   Meghan kissed her cheek.  "Such a smart girl!  I know it sounded hot
when you said it, but you're right."
   She turned to look back up at me.  "I will never let your Daddy go, and
I have been waiting for him for all these years.  It gives me an idea
though."
   "What?" We laughed as Niecey and I both asked the question.
   "Um.  I think I might like being your big sister once in a while, and
having Daddy do things to me too." My sister's voice had taken on a lilt
imitating the one Niecey had used.
   My cock twitched at the thought.  Niecey felt it inside her ass.  "Ooo.
He likes that idea."
   Meghan's eyes were fixed on mine.  "Do you...Daddy?"
   I nodded, finding it hard to keep my breath even.  "Oh, yes.  Not
always, because I love my wonderful sister too much, but on special
occasions it would be nice to have two such sexy daughters."
   Meghan slowly licked her lips.  "Good answer.  Because your newest
daughter would like to take her Daddy into the shower and clean him up."
   We left Niecey on the big bed.  She said she just wanted to curl up and
sleep now that she'd had my seed in all three holes.  It amazed me to think
how much my niece had experienced, how much we'd explored together, in two
short days.
   My newest, older daughter led me by the hand to the attached bath,
started the water running.  With one finger, she lifted my half-flaccid
cock.  With these two around I wondered if it would ever be completely limp
again.  Science told me yes, but I wasn't sure.
   She looked up at me with a puzzled expression.  The lilt was back. 
"Daddy, you don't even look dirty."
   "Your little sister has a very tight butt.  Like a squeegee.  I still
want you to clean me though."
   She smiled at me.  "Good.  I'll make sure it's really, really clean."
   I grabbed her then, pulling her beautiful tattooed body against mine,
kissing her with my whole being.  She melted into me, her arms going up
around my neck and shoulders.
   I looped an arm around her waist and lifted.  Meghan hopped up as I did,
encircling my hips with her strong lean legs.  I stepped into the tiled
open shower area, carrying her like this.  The spray of hot water hit us
before I pinned her back against the cool tiles of the wall.
   Our kisses eventually slowed.  Her legs loosened and I let her regain
her feet, still caught between me and the slick wall.  I felt her lips move
over mine, feather-like, when she whispered.
   "Daddy."
   "Yes, dearest?"
   "I think we made my belly a little shitty."
   I tried to hold back a laugh, but it came out as a short snort.  I
pulled back enough to look at her, enough for the shower's spray to land
across her upper body.  I ran a hand over one wet, firm breast, then down
over her perfect belly, forever marked with "Sunrise:" the magical egg that
symbolized the depth of her love and need for me.
   My hand on the egg, where she had begged me to fill her with her seed,
marking her forever mine, I stared into her eyes.
   "Meghan.  Sister.  Part time daughter." She giggled at that last, but
without losing any of the deep adoration passing between us.  "My one true
Love."
   Her eyes went misty, but she held back any tears.  "Nothing about you,
or this wonderful belly with my seed inside." I felt her hips push toward
me under my hand.  "Could possibly be shitty."
   Laughing we kissed again, our tongues sliding over each other as if they
knew how much missed time still needed to be made up.
   "Can I wash you now, Daddy?" Somehow the lilt sounded even sexier coming
from this strong, independent woman.  I nodded.
   I let her guide me under the spray.  Her hands turned me until I was
soaked all over before she squirted liquid body wash into her palm.  She
moved behind me, sudsing my chest with her strong arms wrapped around me,
her amazing body pressed close to my back.  Her hands soaped lower.
   I groaned, pushing into her slippery fingers when they reached my
crotch. Her touch was gentle, but thorough, firm and confident.  Her hands
turned me to face her, the water cascading over my back.
   Meghan dropped to her knees.  I looked down, appreciating the look of
concentration on her face as she carefully massaged her soapy hands over my
shaft, lifting and attending to my scrotum and balls.
   She stood and removed the shower head, aiming the spray close to my
chest and working down, lowering herself back onto her knees as she rinsed
the remaining soap from my crotch, down and off my legs.
   Letting the shower head hang on its flexible hose, she lifted my cock
close to her face, inspecting it.  She tilted her face up to me.  "I think
it's clean, Daddy."
   I took my time answering.  First I needed to simply take in the view:
the sheen of water accenting her curves and intricate art, the bits of suds
clinging to her, obscuring one nipple, her lovely face turned up to face
me, waiting.
   "It probably is, little girl.  But you'd better check."
   Meghan looked briefly confused before her mouth dropped open into a
circle of sudden understanding.  Her eyes stayed upturned to meet mine as
she leaned close.
   Holding my cock pointed toward her, her tongue licked softly over the
tip.  I groaned.  She took the head into her lips, and I felt her tongue
swirling over the tender, sensitive bulb.  She let it pop back out.
   "It tastes so good, Daddy.  I think it's clean."
   "Keep checking, baby girl."
   Slowly, she wrapped her lips back around me, tongue now teasing along
the bottom of my shaft.  She leaned forward, taking more in, not stopping
until her nose was nestled against me.
   "Mmmm." The vibrations traveled deep into me.  I felt my balls shifting
as blood flowed once again toward the center of her attentions. 
Remembering Niecey taking my semi-hard cock into her throat for the first
time accelerated my arousal.  I felt my growing head bump the back of
Meghan's mouth.
   She pulled slowly back, slurping loudly as she did.  Taking my shaft in
her hands and lifting it, her eyes finally dropped.  I saw her lean close
before I felt her tongue on my balls.  One hand continued to hold my cock
up while the other gently cradled my sack.  Meghan's exaggerated sounds of
tasting me continued as she checked to make sure I was indeed clean,
pressing her face close against my thighs.
   My cock was full now as the hand on it slowly pumped the shaft.  I
couldn't remember at the moment how many times I had cum since last night,
but I knew I had never had nearly as good of a reason to.  Two beautiful
women sharing me, both so desirable, so taboo.
   But for as arousing as my niece's newly revealed desires were, they
paled before what I felt for the wonder of nature and art now kneeling in
front of me.  My sister, my life-long love and obsession, finished her
inspection with a long slow lick upward between my balls, continuing up the
underside of my shaft.  As we both knew it would, the action encouraged a
large shimmering drop forth from the tip.
   I watched her eyeing it, her glance flicking up only briefly to my face
as though scared to leave the precious thick fluid unattended for long. 
Even the brief pause, in contract to how quickly she had snatched up my
precum earlier, seemed interminable.
   Staring straight ahead she spoke.  "You're all clean now, Daddy.  Very,
very clean.  And your dirty, dirty girl gets her reward."
   Like the softest of kisses, her lips pressed against the opening.  I
felt her tongue, just as soft between them, collecting her reward.  My
hands went to her head, stroking wet hair back from her face.  I had to
strain to keep my hands from pushing her mouth down on me, to instead savor
the soft loving kiss as she savored her special reward.
   I knew what I wanted.  What I needed.  It had never changed, but I
needed her to know it.  "Stand up, dirty girl."
   She did, her wet body sliding up mine, hands caressing my backside as
hard nipples dragged up the front.  Her face stayed downturned as her eyes
rose to again me mine.  "Yes, Daddy."
   "No." I hesitated, smiling, enjoying her look of confusion.  "Not
'Daddy.' Not now."
   I tilted her face up with a hand on her chin before kissing her sweet
swollen lips.  No tongue, but a lingering deep savor of my lips on hers
before I pulled back.
   "You.  You, Meghan.  You are all I want, everything I need." Bless her
tough rebel heart, her lip quivered.  "I love you dear sister, sweet lover.
And now that I have you, I'm not ready to let even a little sexy roleplay
get between us."
   "Oh, Michael." Her voice was tight with emotion.  A single tear rolled
down her already wet cheek before her arms flew around my neck and her
mouth met mine.
   Our bodies pressed close together, pulling each other tight, soft sounds
escaping frantic kisses.  If we could have climbed inside each other to be
closer we would have.  In some way, it felt as though we did.  I felt our
hearts entwining at least as closely as our tongues.
   I have no idea how long it lasted, oblivious to the water spraying down.
It wasn't sexual now, it wasn't sensual: far beyond lust or senses.  We
melded, blending into a single whole celebrating the finding, recognizing,
and embracing of our togetherness.
   "I'm cold." At some point the kiss had ended but we still held each
other tight, her face tucked into my neck.  Her voice was muffled.
   "No, sweet sister, you're hot."
   "No, Michael, the water.  It's cold." Even though the shower was
spraying primarily onto my back, I had been completely unaware of the
gradual loss of hot water.
   Hand in hand we stepped out of the shower.  I grabbed a thick towel to
cover her shivering body.  As I wrapped it around her back, pulling it snug
in front, her hands stopped mine.
   "No, brother.  Nothing between us.  I need your warmth."
   I kept my grip on the bath towel, pulling her against me with the thick
cotton wrapped behind her.  Again she buried her face against my neck, her
body pressed desperately close.  I felt her shaking, a vibration that
carried an emotional, spiritual meaning to me as much a mere outward
manifestation of exposure to the chilly water.
   I knew where I should to take her.  Sweeping her up in my arms, I
carried her out of the bathroom.  Niecey was curled up, sleeping in her
mother's - our - bed with both hands cradled beneath her cheek.  Her
glasses rested nearby on the pillow, within easy reach.  I crossed the
short hallway outside the bedroom to the guest room.
   It was rarely used because the mid-morning sun beat directly onto the
bed through the high gable windows, interrupting anyone wishing to sleep
in. Perfect for my sweetheart's current needs.
   Meghan moaned appreciatively as I lowered her onto the warm cover,
radiating the sun's soothing heat.  I paused for a brief moment, drinking
in the wonderful view.  My sister's loving eyes, content half smile, the
revealed secret of "Sunrise" a permanent call for me to fulfill her
deepest, most sacred needs.
   As her strong, toned, inked arms reached up to me, I lowered myself onto
her, into her embrace.  Even though not more than half hard, my head found
her slippery opening ready and eager for me.  Releasing me for a moment,
she slid a hand between us to guide me inside, to once more enter the
deepest part of her core, that she had marked, had sanctified, for me. 
Again, we were one, united in secret knowledge, feeling the reality
symbolized by the art that the outside world had yet to see and would never
fully understand.
   Her arm rejoined the other, pulling me down on top of her, both of us
basking in the sun's penetrating warmth and our connection.  Our kisses
were soft, light, and punctuated with gentle nuzzles of noses and cheeks. I
didn't even try to stop the grin plastering my face.
   A gorgeous naked woman, my lifelong desire, was under me and I was
buried inside her, but there was nothing sexual about it at this moment. 
This was a closeness and an intimacy brought on by our desire for one
another, but transcending it.
   I felt so right.  So content.  No doubt, no tension.  Whatever was to
come, this moment together in the timeless still eye of life's hurricane
was as close to perfect as my mortal being could endure.
   The End
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