Lori asks her Uncle Bob to teach her to play golf so she can get the
attention of the man she loves.  Little does he know HE's the man she
loves. She shows off her skills and he scores a hole in one.

   Codes: MF Mf slow rom 1st teen cons lolita reluc bro sis unc niece oral
pett preg


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   Playing A Round With My Niece

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Author's note: This story may be a little tedious if you aren't a
golfer, since it uses a lot of golfer language.  If you aren't a golfer,
don't despair, though.  Look at this as a wonderful opportunity for you to
share this story with a friend who IS a golfer, and he or she can explain
all the puns to you.  Who knows?  Maybe something fun will happen during
that process!

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   I watched Lori as she walked toward me, and realized something was
different.  She's my niece - my sister's daughter - and I've known her all
her life, so I know her like my own daughter.  In some ways I'm her Father
figure, seeing as how her own father decided to jump out of a perfectly
good airplane while wearing a parachute that wasn't so perfectly good, and
didn't open.  That was when Lori was eight.

   That set them up financially for the rest of their lives, but a girl
needs a Daddy, and I was the closest thing she had to one.

   So ...  what was different?  I couldn't put my finger on it.

   I watched her sixteen year old hips sway gently as she walked across the
parking lot.  This whole thing had started when she told me there was this
guy she was interested in.  He wasn't paying the kind of attention to her
that she wanted, and, since he played golf, she wanted me to teach her how
to play so she could suggest they had something in common.  Then they could
go out and play and things would progress ...  etcetera and so forth. 
Being the good father figure I was, I had agreed.

   She was dressed as I had told her to, in a short tennis skirt that
wouldn't interfere with her legs, and a tank top that didn't have any
material to bind across her shoulders.  She had tied back her shoulder
length blond hair in a ponytail that the wind couldn't blow it in her face
to distract her.  The whole outfit was white and the sun made her stand out
from everything else around her.

   Of course she would stand out anyway.  She had that indescribable
natural beauty that didn't rely on or even need cosmetics.  Her skirt
swished as she walked, her arms swinging confidently.  She saw me and
grinned, baring brilliantly white teeth, and speeding up enough to make her
breasts jiggle under the tank top.

   Something was different.  I couldn't figure out what it was though.

   I knew what would be next.  When she was thirteen she developed the
habit of stalking up to me and yelling "I'm gonna jump your decrepit old
bones!", not having any idea at all of the various ways that could be
interpreted.  But for her, back then, it meant running at me, leaping in
the air and wrapping her arms and legs around me while I caught her.  Then
she gave me big smoochy kisses on the cheek as she squealed "Unca BOB!"

   The jumping part faded out somewhere between fourteen and fifteen, and
somewhere along the way somebody had explained to her that announcing she
was going to jump her Uncle's bones was probably inappropriate because of
the other meaning she hadn't even known about.  For whatever reason though,
she wanted to keep that part of our greeting ritual.  These days she simply
waited until she was hugging me and then said it in my ear so other people
wouldn't hear it.  Nowadays I just got a nice close hug.  And the kiss on
the cheek, of course.

   She was still twenty feet away when she squealed "Unca BOB!" and began
to open her arms.  She kept coming and hit me hard enough that I staggered
back a step as those delightful bouncing breasts slammed into my chest.  I
felt her wet kiss on my cheek and waited to hear her tell me she was going
to jump my bones.  I had gotten quite fond of hearing that.

   Instead she pushed back roughly.

   "Unca Bob!  You have stubble!  You didn't shave." Two fingers came up
and rubbed across ruby lips like they were actually hurt or something.

   "It's Saturday morning, on my day off, and I have to get up anyway and
come here to help out a whiny little girl who can't figure out how to get
her intended boyfriend to notice her" I grumbled.  "And now you tell me I
have to shave too?"

   She crossed her arms under those breasts and stood hipshot, one leg
supporting her weight.  "I'm NOT a little girl" she said acidly.  And he's
dreamy and a good golfer from what I hear and it's only natural that I'd
want to learn golf so he'll notice me, and you're a golf pro and my Uncle
and you love me so you HAVE to help me do this because this is the only
way" she finally had to stop to take a breath.

   "I know, I know" I said, "but wouldn't it be a whole lot easier if you
just went up to him and whispered in his ear that he makes your panties
wet?"

   Now where did THAT come from?  That just isn't the sort of thing an
Uncle says to his lovely niece.

   Clouds gathered in her gaze, and tears welled up in her brilliant green
eyes.  "That's the problem Uncle Bob" she whimpered.  "He DOES make my
panties wet!  But I can't get him to notice me as a woman!"

   Man!  Had we entered a new phase in our relationship or WHAT!?  We'd
always been able to talk about things, but this was WAY more intimate than
we'd ever been before.

   She was crying big crocodile tears now.

   I pulled her to me again.  "I'm sorry baby" I said as she buried her
face in my shoulder.  "I'm a jerk.  What can I say.  Yes, I love you and
yes, I'll teach you how to play golf so you can have that in common with
this boy.  Come on, stop crying now."

   I was rubbing her back and, in an off hand sort of way noticed that she
had neglected to wear a bra.  Her back was smooth and I liked rubbing it.
This boy had better be worth it ...  making my niece cry.  I ought to go
find him and ...

   The proverbial ton of bricks hit me square on the head.

   I knew what was different.

   As my cute niece sniffled in my chest I realized I was looking at her as
a potential sexual partner instead of as my niece.  She was in the flush of
puberty, nubile, well proportioned and just ripe to have babies, and part
of me wanted to be the first man to give her one.  I felt bad.

   Well, not bad, exactly, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way.  I should
concentrate on being a good Uncle.

   "Look, honey, I understand.  And I told you I'd teach you to play golf,
and you're here, so what do you say we dry your beautiful eyes and get
started?"

   She took a deep breath, pushing those nice soft breasts against me one
last time and stepped back, smiling.  She wiped her eyes.  "Yes!  Thank
you. I can't wait."

   I had gotten her a bag from the clubhouse that had a total of three
clubs in it: a driver, a seven iron and a pitching wedge.  I started out
explaining that there was a right way and a whole lot of wrong ways to hit
the ball, but that if she wanted to learn it right, she should concentrate
on using the exact same swing every time she hit the ball, regardless of
what club she was holding.  "That's the secret, Lori - consistency.  Then,
once you are consistent, you can start tweaking your swing to make EVERY
shot better."

   She pulled out the driver and I handed her a ball and tee.  "Give it a
try" I said.

   She'd been around me enough to have seen me hit a lot of balls, so she
was prepared in terms of knowing what to do with the tee.

   I, however, was not prepared when she bent over straight-legged and
pressed the tee into the ground.  Her tennis skirt rode up and I was
presented with a prick stiffening view of a pair of well packed, baby blue
panties, cradling the nicest, tightest buns I had seen in a long long time.
One of her legs left the ground as she over-balanced, and she spread her
legs.

   Camel toe.

   I wanted to grab my chest and fall to the ground.  The front of my
slacks tented out and I looked around hastily to see who else was watching
this amazing show.  No one, thank goodness.

   Completely oblivious, Lori stood up and prepared to hit the ball.  She
took a stance that wasn't bad for a beginner, but all I could think of was,
that if I was the ball, I could look up and get a prime view of that sweet
teen pussy in those clinging blue panties.

   Because I was imagining her panties, I missed her swing completely.  She
heeled the ball and it shot off at an oblique angle to her left.  She
stomped a foot angrily and turned around.  "See?  He will never want to
take me out if I do that."

   I held up a hand.  "Not to worry sweet Princess.  That's what I'm here
for." I threw her a ball and said "Set it up again and I'll help you this
time."

   I wanted to see those panties again.  She bent over, same as before and
I took the opportunity to adjust my cock so it was straight up and down,
against my abdomen.  I wasn't paying attention, though, and I knew if I was
going to help her I needed to.

   "Lori sweetie, you know I love you, but tomorrow, you need to wear
something else besides those panties.  I love 'em, but they distract me
when you bend over."

   There was this horrible silence as I realized I had just said that out
loud, instead of in my mind as I had pictured it.

   She stood back up slowly and turned around, smoothing her skirt down
over her hips.

   I knew my mouth was open, and that my face had to be beet red.  I was
trying to think of something to say, but ...  well, what would YOU do in
that situation?

   I expected her to be pissed, but instead there was this look on her face
like "OK, little boy, we've had fun playing, but we have to pick up our
toys now and put them away."

   "I'll keep that in mind" she said, her voice level.  "I wondered why I
you wanted me to wear such a short skirt." There was just the barest hint
of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

   "NO!" I blurted out.  "That's not why.  It's important that you be able
to swivel your hips and twist your thighs ..." I trailed off as she
laughed.

   She let her eyes slide, ever lower, like she was checking me out.  Then
she raised them and said "My swing?"

   "Uh ...  yeah" I managed.  I went toward her and she turned around to
address the ball again.

   I did exactly the same thing I do with everybody else.  First I walked
around her in a circle, telling her to bend her knees further, or
straighten an elbow, or move one foot forward or backward.  Then I got
behind her, put my arms around her and gripped her hands.

   Of course, this put my iron hard prick right in the crack of her ass.  I
was trying to talk to her about her grip, and moving her fingers with my
own, by feel.  I looked over her shoulder and saw that the heel of the club
was two inches outside the ball.  I pointed that out.

   "You need to back up a little honey" I said.  What she did was press
back against my prick with her ass.  I moved my feet and pulled her back,
and, of course, that just slammed her ass into my cock again.

   She wiggled it from side to side.

   Her ass I mean.

   Well, come to think of it, she probably wiggled my prick from side to
side too.

   It was too late to do anything about it now, and she wasn't screaming
for the Police, so I told her to back swing slowly, and helped her do it
with my hands.  My left hand, of course, couldn't stay on her left hand. 
Instead I supported her wrist, then her forearm, and then her elbow as they
rose.  She did what a lot of inexperienced golfers do and started to
straighten up.

   My left hand slipped off her elbow and landed right on her right breast.


   That would be her braless, soft, teenage breast.

   I knew my hand shouldn't be there, so I moved it.

   To her LEFT, braless, soft, teenage breast.

   This was turning into something you'd expect to see in a poorly written
porn video.

   "Um ...  sorry." I mumbled.  Then I put that hand on her left hip and
told her to swing the club without moving her legs.  The club went down,
there was that sweet thwack of a well hit ball, and the ball took off on an
eighty yard trip that was flat, straight and just pretty.  It was only
eighty yards off a one wood, but then again, it was her first real drive. I
was pretty happy with it.

   She was ecstatic.

   She turned around and jumped up and down and hugged me, squealing about
how she did it, and it was so much fun and all that.

   She wanted to do it again, so I threw her another ball.  She looked over
her shoulder at me and said "Don't watch, you dirty old man." Then she bent
over and showed me her panties again.

   She duffed that one, knocking it maybe ten yards.  And the next one and
the three after that.  I was having fun watching those panties each time
she bent over to tee up another ball.

   But she was getting pissed and finally turned around and said "Well, why
is it doing that?"

   "Every time you've swung you start out right, and then stand up.  You
straighten your knees as you reach the top of your back swing.  When you do
that the club hits the ball too high."

   "So how do I keep from doing that?" she asked.

   "Keep your knees bent.  Don't stand up." I advised.

   She tried it again, but again she stood up.  It was instinct, really, in
an effort to put more oomph into her swing.

   I got an idea.

   Now I know what you're going to think about this idea I had.  But it
really was to help her with her swing.

   Well ...  it started out being for the purpose of helping her with her
swing.

   OK, I'm a dirty old man and wanted to feel that precious ass against my
cock again.  But a side effect of that was that I could hold her hips down
so she COULDN'T stand up.

   I explained I was going to hold on to her hips so she couldn't stand up.
I snuggled up behind her, got her in the right position, put my hands on
her hips and pushed my cock into the crack of her ass snugly.

   She pushed back.

   And wiggled.

   "OK, now, nice and slow back swing, and then follow through the ball." I
said.

   I want all of you out there who were calling me a dirty old man to know
...  she hit that ball at least NINETY yards that time!

   She hit 30 more balls before we called it a day.  Her ass was pressed
into my groin for all but the last five.  I was a wreck, but her last five
were perfectly good drives, though one sliced a little.  She needed a glove
to correct that.

   I needed to beat off.

   She made me promise to meet her the next day.  It was still summer, and
she had another month before school would start and she'd get to walk up to
her intended and say "I hear you play golf!  My Uncle's the Pro over at
Indian Hills, and I play with him sometimes.  Maybe we could play a round
some time."

   I kid you not, that's what she was planning on saying to this boy.  She
even practiced it out loud.  Who understands teenaged girls?

   Anyway, the next day I got there ahead of her and hit a few myself.  I
was trying to get back into Pro mode.  When I'd gotten home the day before
I hit the shower and whacked off thinking about those panties she'd showed
me so many times.  I really blew my cork too, all over the walls of the
shower.  Today I intended for everything to be completely professional.

   I saw Lori drive into the parking lot.  She got out of her car and
started toward me.  There was that walk again.  She was dressed the same
today, and this time I noticed the barely discernable dents in the tank top
where her relaxed nipples were.  I felt stirrings in my pants and cursed
under my breath.  I decided the iron I had been practicing with needed to
be cleaned and did so.  For that reason I wasn't paying attention.

   The only warning I had was "Unca Bob!"

   I was suddenly pressed against squirming teen girl, whose arms were
around me and whose warm moist lips were on my cheek.  I'd remembered to
shave today.  Those lips slid to my ear and her hot breath said "I'm going
to jump your decrepit old bones."

   SPROING!  Instant boner.

   So much for staying professional.

   "What are you going to teach me today?" she said sweetly as she backed
away from the tent in my slacks that had been pressing against her.

   With as much dignity as I could I quickly adjusted the problem and said
"We're going to work on using an iron.  But I want you to try a couple of
drives first.  Let's see if you remember how to do it right.

   "I know," she said, acting grumpy.  "Knees bent, head down, don't stand
up, nice steady back swing blah blah blah." She held out her hand for a
ball.  She walked out on the tee and, looking over her shoulder she said "I
took your advice." Then she bent over to tee up the ball.

   She HAD taken my advice.  That advice, if you'll remember, and which I
hadn't meant to actually say out loud, was "you need to wear something else
besides those panties".  She HAD worn something else besides those panties.

   She'd worn a white thong.

   She bent over, knowing I was going to look, and gave me the sweetest
shot of bare ass, with a white string disappearing into the crack of that
sweet bare ass.

   I actually staggered.

   While I was trying to get my lungs to actually take a breath, she hit
the ball a hundred yards, straight as an arrow, right in the middle of the
fairway.  She looked over her shoulder again and gave me a little smile of
satisfaction.  "I think you teach pretty good Unca Bob."

   She dropped her eyes to my crotch, which probably had a wet spot on it
by now and I suggested that she was ready for iron shots.  We went down the
fairway, where she'd hit that beautiful drive and I dropped a bucket of
balls on the ground.  she grasped the concept quickly and started knocking
balls further down the fairway with the seven iron.

   Now guy would have reached out with the head of the club and drug a ball
over into position, then set up on it and hit it.

   Not Lori.

   Oh no.

   Lori bent over, exposing that luscious, smooth, kissable ass to me,
picked up a ball, moved it and then hit it.

   Every single time.

   I got light headed and had to sit down on the grass.  Do you have ANY
idea how embarrassing that is?  A grown man, sitting on the ground, staring
at his beautiful sexy niece, probably drooling a little.  It was sad.

   She came over to me and stood in front of me.  "Unca Bob?  Are you OK?
Is it too hot?" She started fanning my face.

   With the front of her tennis skirt.

   That thong was gorgeous.

   In a philosophical sense I really appreciated how it snugly cupped her
pussy lips between a thin strip of white fabric.

   Esthetically I approved of how she had obviously shaved her pubic hair
so that none stuck out from the sides of that material.

   On a technological plane I was amazed at how someone was able to
engineer a material that was at once white looking, but actually
semi-transparent - almost wet looking - allowing her pussy lips to show
through.

   From a medical perspective I realized the real value of all that moving
air across my sweaty face.

   And, that part of me that was in tune with Madison Avenue applauded the
fact that whatever feminine hygiene product she was using made her smell
fabulous.

   On a more earthy level, I had an almost irresistible urge to bury my
spurting prick in her belly and make a baby in her.  I actually opened my
mouth, in preparation for ripping that thong off of her with my teeth.

   Then she stepped back and squatted down, her face a foot or two from
mine.  "Are you feeling better now Unca Bob?" she asked, care for my
condition obvious in her eyes.

   "Urgh" I managed to say.

   "Well good" she said, smiling.  "I think you've been out in the sun long
enough Unca Bob" she said.  Then she helped me up.  I couldn't help but
notice as we walked along that her nipples were pushing out sharp points in
her tank top.  Long suarp points.  I wanted to cry as she held my elbow and
I shuffled back to the tee box.

   By the time we got there I was breathing more or less normally, and was
able to collect my bag and make it back to the clubhouse without her help.
In the parking lot she hugged me.  "Thank you Unca Bob" she said in my ear.
"I know this isn't easy for you, and I really appreciate what you're doing
for me."

   I mumbled something about how it was OK, and I was glad to help.

   She pushed me away gently and said "And I apologize for teasing you with
my thong.  I know it was naughty.  I won't do that next time, OK?"

   I nodded dumbly.  She got in her car and drove away, waving gaily at me.

   I didn't even make it home.  I managed to keep it in my pants until I
got to the bathroom of the "The Broken Club".  You know, the bar in the
clubhouse?  I thought it was a pretty appropriate name that day.  I beat my
'love club' so hard I was almost afraid I'd break it.

   We didn't meet for two days after that.  I had other lessons to give,
and it gave me a chance to get my equilibrium back.  I was pretty disgusted
that a 16 year old girl I had known all her life could get to me like that.
I had acted like a 14 year old kid, but she hadn't seemed to notice, thank
goodness.

   Then it was Wednesday morning, and I had another lesson with Lori
scheduled.  Today I planned on working on approach shots, and getting out
of the rough or other bad situations.

   Again I saw her drive into the parking lot, get out and walk toward me.
Today she wasn't wearing white.  Instead she had on a forest green tennis
skirt, and her tank top had given way to a halter top that tied together
between her breasts.  It too was more or less green, and I saw as she got
close enough to hug me that it was green because it had hundreds of little
tiny $50 bills printed all over it.

   I thought it was appropriate.  She looked like a million dollars.

   It was a little strange as a golf outfit, though.

   "New outfit?" I asked.

   She dimpled and said "Yes, and thank you for noticing.  The white one
shows dirt too easily, so I thought I'd try this one."

   We weren't mud wrestling here, but who was I to advise a teenage girl on
her wardrobe.

   We started out in the fairway, about thirty or forty yards from the
green and I showed her how to loft a ball high with the wedge so it would
drop straight down on the green and stop.  I won't bore you all with the
details, but there are several ways to use a pitching wedge and I went
through them all.

   I guess she really did feel bad about teasing me.  Today she wasn't
bending over to move the ball around.  She was using the club head just
like everyone else does.

   Then I took her over into the edge of the woods, where most amateur
golfers spend a great deal of their time.  "OK, now in this situation, all
you really want to do is get the ball back out in the fairway.  A lot of
guys try for the green, through the trees, but that's a sucker shot,
because if you miss, you're right back where you started, or maybe even
worse."

   I demonstrated by dropping a ball and whacking it toward the green.  It
conveniently hit a nearby tree and took off to our right, deeper into the
woods.  "Now you try it." I said.

   This time she DIDN'T just drop a ball.  This time she bent over to put
the ball on the ground.  Her skirt slid up and one leg lifted off the
ground as she overbalanced, just like a few day ago.

   I didn't see panties this time, though.  I didn't see her thong either.

   I leaned against a tree.

   Today she wasn't wearing anything under her tennis skirt.

   In the position she was in, she gave me a perfect view of two of the
prettiest plump, pink pussy lips I'd ever seen in my life.  They were thick
and loose looking, though they were pressed together.  My cock acknowledged
them with a snappy salute, as if to say "Good day, ladies!  I'm
exceptionally glad to see you today."

   She stood back up like nothing had happened, took a nice, slow back
swing and lofted the ball right out into the middle of the fairway.  She
turned around.  "How was that?  Did you like it?"

   No bouncing around.  No jumping up and down shouting about how she "did
it".  My mind was running a mile a minute.  She knew exactly what she was
doing.  She knew I'd been watching her bend over, and what I could see when
she did.  There was no mistake here.  For the life of me I could only think
of one way to interpret this.  She WANTED me to see her naked pussy!

   But that just didn't jive with who my sweet innocent niece was.

   "Well?" she asked, a trace of impatience in her voice.

   "Um ...  you're not wearing any panties." I said.

   I have been known to be brilliant, erudite, and about five or six other
fifty-cent words that are impressive.  All I could come up with now was
"You're not wearing any panties."

   "That's right" she said, as if we were talking about whether she had
fingernail polish on or not.  "How did you like my shot?"

   "Your shot?  Oh it was fine." I said numbly.  "It was just perfect. 
Nothing wrong with that one.  I think you're going to like that one." I
didn't have to look to know that the front of my shorts was all tented out
again.  Her eyes dropped and fixed on just that area.

   "Maybe I should try it again." she said.  Without waiting for me to make
another stupid statement, she turned around and repeated her performance.
It was the same.  The poor girl overbalanced just about every single time
she bent over.  And that made her have to lift that leg, and that made her
sweet teen pussy wink at me in the dappled sunlight of the woods.

   Damned if she didn't drop that one about five yards from her first one.
She turned around again.  "How was that?" She took a step towards me.

   "Uhrg" I managed to say again.

   "You're all red in the face again, Unca Bob" she said, coming closer. 
"I'm worried about you.  Maybe you're too hot.  I think maybe you'd better
sit down and rest, Unca Bob."

   Her hands went to my shoulders and pushed as my knees gave out and I
slid down the tree.  It left scratches on my back, which I was not aware of
in any way, shape or form at the time.

   "I think maybe I need to fan you again, Unca Bob" she said, her voice
full of concern.  She lifted one leg and straddled my legs, which were
sticking straight out from the base of the tree.  She lifted her skirt and
gave it a half hearted wave.

   Her pussy was right in front of my face.

   What could I do?

   I'm only a man.

   I'm just a normal average guy who, when presented with a naked pussy,
does what any man would do.

   I leaned forward and licked it, from bottom to top.

   My tongue split those stuck-together lips and I tasted her sweet nectar
as she leaned forward into my face.  My hands found her calves and slid up
her legs onto her buttocks as I licked her like a German Shepherd licks a
spoonful of peanut butter.  My nose pressed against her clitty and I shook
my head back and forth in little jerks, trying to rub it off her body.  I
heard approving sounds coming from up above me somewhere and the world went
dark as her skirt was draped over the top of my head.

   Her hips gave a little jerk, a tiny hump as her knees bent, tipping her
pussy forward and up, into my mouth.  I raised my lips high enough to suck
in her clitty and I nibbled on it.  I heard my sweet, innocent, virginal
niece start chanting "Oh fuck ...  oh fuck ...  oh fuck" and her little
humps got more forceful until she was pounding my head against the tree.  I
started seeing stars about the time she went off and splashed my face with
a river of happy-girl juice.

   At first I thought she'd lost control of her bladder.  There was that
much.  But she was just a squirter.  She was delicious, tasty in a way only
young girls can be tasty and fresh.

   It was probably the best day I'd had in a long LONG time.

   There was enough of my brain left functioning that I knew she'd be
sensitive about now, so I just licked long, slow licks with my tongue wide
and flat.  Finally she stepped back.  I could see she was holding on to the
tree with her hands.  the look on her face was one I'll never forget.  It
was the look of someone who just found out she won the lotto, and would
never have to work again in her life.  She couldn't quite believe it, but
she wanted it to be true.

   She looked down at my lap, which had changed only in that there was now
a wet spot where my prick was holding the pants away from my body.  "You
still look hot, Unca Bob." she panted.  "Your face is all wet, like you're
sweating or something.  In school they told us to loosen the clothing of
people who are overheated, and make them lie down."

   She stepped back and knelt in the grass.  Her hands went to my belt as I
leaned against the tree, unable to say or do much of anything.  Then she
unhooked the waistband and slid the zipper down.  She pointed to a patch of
deep thick grass a couple of feet away and said "We need to get you over
there, so you can lie down, Unca Bob."

   I'm telling you I was putty in her hands.  She got me there and, in the
process, managed to get my pants down around my knees.  That left me in my
boxers.  I don't mean to break the mood here, but I have to tell you about
my boxers.  They had hearts on them.  Yup, white background and tiny hearts
all over them.  They were actually a gift from her a couple of years
earlier and by pure dumb luck I had put them on that morning.  When she saw
them she went 'Awwwwwww" and her eyes got misty.  Just then my prick found
the opening and slithered through.  There, before our eyes was the proof
that I was an incestuous pervert.  It was so hard that it would normally
have been trying to point up toward my chin, but the cloth of my drawers
made it stand straight up out of a nest of little red hearts.  I never saw
anything as silly in my life.

   But she just LOVED it.

   She lowered her body until she was on her hands and knees and just
stared at it.  "It's beautiful" she said in a hushed voice.  "I knew it
would be."

   Hmmm.  How interesting is it when you find out your niece has been
thinking about what your prick would look like, and that she has completed
her plan to find out.

   She giggled nervously.  "It looks like one of those thingies ..  like up
on the green ...  that has the flag on it."

   "The pin" I said hoarsely.

   "Yeah, the pin" she said dreamily.  "That goes in the hole."

   My prick pulsed and another thick bead of milky white precum bubbled up
to fill up the collar of foreskin that was around the tip of my cock.  Her
hand went to the base of my prick and she worked the fabric around until
she was able to push it down and expose my balls.  They were tight and
full.

   "Oh look!" she said.  "There are balls at the base of the pin!" She
looked up into my eyes.  "Somebody got them close to the hole."

   "Close to the hole?" I gasped.

   "Yes" she said sadly.  "Only close.  That pin isn't in a hole, so the
balls can't fall in."

   "Urgh" I moaned.

   She stood up and straddled my hips, lifting her tennis skirt.  "I think
we need to get that pin in the hole, so the balls can do what they're
supposed to." she said.

   She began to squat and put one hand on my chest.  the other went to my
cock and held it steady.

   She was going to do it!  My heart hammered.

   "Lori?" I whined.  "Honey you can't."

   "Why do you think I wanted lessons, Unca Bob?" she asked, her green eyes
staring into mine.

   Her pussy lips kissed the tip of my wet and spermy cock.

   "I've been trying to get you to notice me for years, and you just
wouldn't do it."

   I felt my foreskin being forced backwards by delightful hot, wet
pressure and then the head of my prick popped inside her.

   She stopped.

   "The man I told you I wanted to get to notice me?  It was you Unca Bob."

   She lowered herself slowly and her pussy ate my cock.  She was so tight
it almost hurt as the skin of my penis was stretched.  She closed those
beautiful green eyes as it got mostly in her and sighed as she bottomed
out. I was in deep.  Her whole body relaxed, letting her full weight down
on the thing that was now buried in her belly.

   Her eyes opened again and it looked like she was going to cry.  "I love
you Unca Bob" she said in a little girl voice.

   Suddenly, for reasons I couldn't tell you, I knew that, until she had
sat down on my prick, she had been a virgin.

   That sobered me up some.  "Ohhh baby" I sighed and I reached up for her.
She fell flat on my chest and I held her and she stuck her face in my neck.
"I didn't know it would hurt that much" she whispered.

   "Well then get off you silly girl" I said.

   She pushed herself back up and there was a dangerous glint in her eye
now.  "I told you I'm not a little girl." She moved her hips in a little
circle, almost like she was trying to get comfortable.  "Mmmmm it's not so
bad now." she said.

   It was WAY too late to be the gentleman now, so I reached up and undid
the knot between her breasts.  As it came loose she shrugged her shoulders
and put her arms behind her, letting it slide off backwards.  That pushed
her breasts out and my cock leaked about a squirt in her pussy.

   Her breasts were just flat gorgeous.  They were round, but not huge or
anything.  Her nipples were brown and swollen, sticking out like they
wanted to be sucked.  I reached up and covered them with my hands.  They
felt good.  I got another "Mmmmm" out of her as I rubbed them.  Her hips
went in another wiggly circle and she said "I can feel it sooooo far up
inside me."

   I wanted to taste those nipples.  I pulled her down and latched onto
one. Her reaction was spectacular.  She shuddered and her pussy spasmed and
my shorts were suddenly wet.  Her hips started gyrating as she rubbed her
clitty against the wad of cloth at the base of my cock and she came hard,
groaning and making sounds that weren't words, but told me how happy she
was.

   I was pretty happy too.  In fact I was way too happy.  I was on the
verge of filling my nubile niece's pussy with it's first load of rich
virile sperm and I had no idea whether she was on the pill or not.

   This was not a good thing.

   My sister would kill me if she knew what had happened already, and I for
SURE didn't want to have to look her in the face and tell her I had made
her a grandma.

   "Time to get off baby" I grunted.

   "Don't ...  want ...  to" she grunted back.

   "Honey I'm gonna squirt any second." I groaned.

   "Ohhhhhhh yessssss" she moaned.

   "NO LORI!" I was frantic now, because I couldn't hold off any longer. 
Her pussy was doing amazing things to my prick.

   She leaned over, her face just inches from mine and, with her big green
eyes staring into mine, she said "Cum in me Unca Bob ...  squirt me full."

   Man, oh man, did I ever.  I packed her womb like I was trying to blow up
a balloon.  She felt it, because she let out a nice long
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm".

   Have you ever been insanely happy ...  but unhappy about it?  That was
me.  It was the most erotic sexual union I had ever been involved in, but I
knew that very bad things could result from it.  Lori, for her part, was
humming happily and rubbing her sperm-soaked pussy back and forth in a lazy
sort of way along my groin.  "Ohhh fuck" I groaned.

   "We just did!" she chirped.  "And it was even better than I thought it
would be.  I can't wait until we do it again."

   "We can't do this again, Lori." I finally did the adult thing.  Kind of
late in the game, I admit, but better late than never.

   "We'll see" she said.  She stood up, covering her freshly-fucked pussy
mouth with two fingers.  With her free hand she unzipped a pocket I hadn't
even seen on her skirt and pulled out, of all things, a tampon.  Then, like
it was the most normal thing in the world, she squatted, installed the
tampon and then stood up.  Standing there in her little green skirt, naked
above the waist, she was just heartbreakingly beautiful.

   I felt my prick try to stiffen and then give up with an anguished wail.
My balls gurgled, trying to make more sperm.

   She retrieved her top and magically got it back on and tied in what
seemed like seconds.  Had someone walked into the woods at that second they
would have seen a virginal looking teenage girl, standing over a dirty old
man whose pants were at his knees, and whose shriveled up cock was lying in
a sodden mess of heart-covered boxers.  Guess who would have been hauled
off to jail.

   Lori's maternal instinct kicked in, which should have been no surprise,
since my cock and balls had just done everything in their power to make her
a mother.  She helped me stand up, got me out of my wet shorts, which she
rolled up and stuck in a pocket of her golf bag.  I pulled up my trousers
and got them to looking more or less normal.

   She took my hand and led me out onto the fairway, where she calmly began
pitching balls up onto the green.

   In the parking lot she said "Mom told me to tell you to come over for
supper Saturday night.  I almost forgot to tell you.  I guess I had other
things on my mind." She grinned.

   All I could think of was that she had shoved that tampon up into her
pussy, keeping my sperm in.  Maybe tampons sucked it all up, making it less
likely to get into mischief.  I didn't know.

   I was confused though, and I didn't like it much.  "What happened out
there Lori?" I finally said.

   "I finally got the attention of the man I wanted to be my first." she
said simply.

   "OK, I understand that ...  though I really don't understand that" I
said inanely.  She laughed.  I needed information so I went on.  "But what
about the boy at school?"

   "I don't believe I ever actually said there was a boy at school." she
said.

   "And the golf lessons were for ...?" I asked.

   "The golf lessons ARE for me to spend time with you in situations where
I can jump your decrepit old bones, just like I've been telling you I was
going to for years." she smiled.

   "So you still want to ...?" I wasn't doing too well in the 'being very
articulate' arena.

   "Of course I want to continue my lessons.  I LIKE what we're doing.  I
like ALL the things we're doing.  I want to do them lots more."

   "Lori, I'm telling you, we cannot do that again.  It's too dangerous. 
The pill isn't a hundred percent effective."

   "It's even less effective if you don't swallow it." she said, her face
straight as could be.

   I felt the beginnings of pure panic.  "And diaphragms don't always work
either!" I croaked.

   "Don't own one" she said smugly, crossing her arms under those
delightful breasts.

   Now I felt my pulse pounding as the fight or flight syndrome kicked in
savagely.  "Lori, the Rhythm Method is the worst possible form of birth
control!  You can't tell when you're fertile or not!"

   She looked at her watch.  "Three O'clock PM yesterday afternoon.  My
temperature was 100.7 degrees.  I'd say I dropped an egg about an hour
later.  That would put me in my most fertile condition ...  oh ..  say
about ...  now." Those green eyes stared at me.

   "Now." I said weakly.  I couldn't help it.  I looked right at her
abdomen.  Right at where all my little sperm cells were swimming
frantically in circles looking for that egg.

   "Yeah" she said, rubbing her hand in a little circle ...  right where I
was looking.  Then she came close to me, took my face in both hands, kissed
me gently on the lips and said "Come to dinner Saturday night.  Promise
me."

   Well, since life as I knew it was obviously over I promised.  I'd have a
last meal at least, before her mother shot me.

   Somehow I got through the rest of the week.  I almost didn't go, but I'd
promised, and if I'd knocked her up, it was probably not a good idea to set
a precedent by breaking the first promise I made to her after I knocked her
up.  I rang the bell and waited.

   My sister Jill opened the door.  She wasn't frowning.  If anything she
looked puzzled.  "Since when do you ring the bell?" she asked, opening the
door wider.

   "Ohh just trying to be polite." I said.

   "Since when do you try to be polite?" she laughed.

   She was acting like nothing was wrong, like I hadn't taken advantage of
her baby girl, here only child.  She prattled on, catching me up on all the
news that wasn't really news.  I looked at her differently now.  She was a
carbon copy of her daughter, older, but just as beautiful, just as sexy and
just as much fun to be around.  I suddenly wondered why she didn't date.  I
remembered she'd gone out a few times four or five years after Roger died,
but she'd stopped, saying that it wasn't worth the effort.

   "Lori says she loves your golf lessons." I heard her say.

   "Uh ...  yeah.  She's a quick learner." I said, for lack of anything
else.

   "She says you're very patient, and that you don't get ruffled when she
does things wrong."

   Thinking of the wrong things she'd done ...  I'd done ...  we'd done ...
wasn't what I should be doing right now.  Thinking of those things had a
tendency to make my prick start moving around in my pants.

   Lori stuck her head around the corner.  "It's ready" she announced. 
Jill held out her hand and I took it without thinking about it.  She
explained that Lori had wanted to prepare the meal tonight, to celebrate
her success at golf.  She pulled me toward the dining room.

   My knees started getting a little wobbly.  Lori's success at golf wasn't
necessarily what her mother thought it was.

   It was a nice meal.  I know it was, even though I don't remember much
about it.

   Oh, I remember some parts VERY well.  Like when Lori said "I'll be right
back - I forgot I have buns in the oven."

   I choked on my peas.  Peas, for pity's sake!

   Then she passed around the spaghetti sauce and said "I hope you don't
mind that I didn't make it from scratch.  It's pretty good for
store-bought. I think it's called Preggo brand."

   The next thing I knew Jill was pounding me on the back as I coughed. 
She took it easy on me until dessert.  She cleared the dishes off and
rubbed her abdomen.  "Oh, I feel so full" she said, rubbing her tummy
again, like she had before.  "But I have dessert and I can't conceive of
anyone not wanting any."

   Jill looked at me strangely as I went pale.  "Bob?" she said.  She
looked up at Lori.  "Lori?  What's going on?"

   Lori set a dish of ice cream down in front of me.  "Unca Bob got a hole
in one at our last lesson." she said.

   I'll never forget the range of emotions that flashed across my sister's
face as she processed that statement.  First there was puzzlement, then a
pale sort of "Oh shit" look as if she'd just remembered something, then she
flushed and looked panicky before she finally sort of slumped.

   I found out later that it was code, and that she understood exactly what
it meant.  It meant that I had fucked her daughter with my naked cock and
cum in her unprotected pussy.  Of course I didn't know that's what it meant
then, or that Jill understood it.

   No, Uncle Bob just sat there, fat, dumb and happy, eating his ice cream
and smiling stupidly because his niece claimed he had gotten a hole in one,
which he hadn't, but which he knew had to mean something, but which he
couldn't figure out.

   Which was why he had the stupid smile on his face.

   Jill leaned back in her chair and stared at me.  "Well, well, well." she
said.  She was flushed, and her eyes glittered.  Lori just smiled bigger
and bigger and bigger.

   Jill looked over at Lori.  Lori yelled "Hah!  A deal's a deal!  Pay up
Mom."

   I wasn't so stupid that I didn't know something important was happening.
I also wasn't so stupid as to start talking right then.  I sat still and
listened.

   And watched.

   Jill stood up.  She got even redder in the face.  "Bob?" she said.

   "Uh huh?" I answered.

   "Would you come with me?  I have something I need to ...  show you."

   I got up.  The lamb being led to slaughter.

   She led me to her bedroom.  I looked around.  It looked just like it had
the last time I'd seen it, when I installed a ceiling fan..  I looked up at
that, to make sure it was still hanging up there.  It was.

   When I looked back at Jill she had her blouse off.  She was reaching
behind her and as my eyes blinked, her bra fell off her chest.  Her breasts
were more full than Lori's, heavier, more mature, richer looking.  They
sagged just a little.  Her nipples were long and pointed ...  and erect.

   "Are my breasts as nice as Lori's?" she asked in this husky kind of
voice.

   "What?" I said.  I didn't get it yet.

   She walked over to me and put my hands on her breasts.  They were so
soft and smooth and warm.  My cock was off to the races.

   "Do they feel as good as hers did Bob?"

   "I'm so confused" I whined.

   She kissed me.  Jill had kissed me lots of times.  In our family we had
always kissed on the lips.  You know.  Short pecks, where the lips touch
and then it's over.

   Not with tongue, like Jill did to me now.

   Not with her arms around me tightly, pressing her naked breasts against
me.

   Not with her loins pressed up against my now raging boner.

   She broke the kiss and breathed into my face.  "You fucked my daughter
Bob." she said softly.

   "Um ..." I said.

   "And now I have to fuck you." she continued.

   "You do?" I said in a little boy voice.

   "Uh huh" she said.  "And I have to fuck you bareback, like she did."

   "Urgh" I croaked.

   To make a long story a little bit longer, what happened was that over
the years, Lori kept trying to get her mother to have a sex life, but Jill
wasn't interested.  During one of their arguments Jill said that the only
way she would consider having sex with a man was if he was as good a man as
her brother.

   That would be me.

   She thought that would shut Lori up, because Lori had a crush on me and
thought I was the coolest man in the whole world.  NO man could be as good
as me.  Ergo, Jill was off the hook.

   At least that was how it was supposed to work.

   But the more Lori thought about it, the more she decided that, if I was
the only man good enough for her mother, then her mother ought to have me!

   Then there was the period of their life that Jill later characterized as
her "debaucherization" by Lori.  That was the year or two Lori spent
suggesting that her mother should lure me into her bed.  Lori came up with
all these reasons why it would be a good thing, and Jill kept trying to say
there was no way it could or should happen.  Finally Jill tried playing
another trump card.  As she described it, she told Lori basically
"Sweetheart, even if I wanted to, your Uncle would no more have sex with me
than he would with you!  He's about as likely to have sex with us as he is
to make a hole in one!"

   Never put your faith in a man.  We're all pigs.

   So Lori finally got around to making a wager that if she could get me to
have sex with her, then her mother had to agree to have sex with me too. 
Jill, thinking she was finally going to win once and for all, said "OK, but
only if it's full vaginal unprotected intercourse - and you have to be in
your fertile time too!"

   What a stroke of genius!  Tell a teenage girl she has to get pregnant,
for all intents and purposes, if she wants to win the bet.  That'll make
her back down!  Sure it will.

   You can just imagine Jill's face when Lori said "You're on!"

   Jill still wasn't all that worried though, because she knew I'd never
have sex with my niece, much less bareback, MUCH LESS if I knew she was
fertile.  Especially since that niece was only thirteen.

   Yeah, that's when all this had taken place.  Except that Lori waited
until her mother forgot all about the bet, and until a pregnancy, if it
happened, wouldn't be the end of the world for her.

   And then she struck with the cunning of a CEO who's an expert in hostile
takeovers.  I mean she played me like a fiddle.

   And now her mother ...  my sister ...  was going to honor the bet.

   She dropped her pants and bent over, stepping out of her panties.  She
was gloriously nude and amazingly beautiful.  "I haven't had sex in eight
years, big brother" she said.  "I won't be as tight as my baby girl was ...
but I'll be a close second." She went to work on my belt.

   She played the fiddle too, it seemed.

   Part of playing golf is learning to let it flow.  If you fight it, your
stance is off, your swing is off, and your game is off.  I had fought it
for the last week.  I decided to quit fighting.

   My sister had saved up eight years of passion and she almost killed me.
It turned out she'd had fantasies about doing exactly what we did, and that
she'd masturbated quite often while pretending her finger was my prick. 
Now that she actually had my prick jammed up in her belly, she wasn't
letting me go any time soon.  She got her first cuntful of sticky wet spunk
within two minutes after I slid into her warm wet depths.  All that did was
whet her appetite.

   She worked on me with her mouth until I was hard again and could go a
little longer.  She had this funny little way of humping up at me when she
was cumming.  Her hips would jerk three times fast and then she'd push up
hard and long as her orgasm washed over her.  It was the same every time.
She did it four times before I bathed her pussy in sperm again.

   At some point during the whole thing I said "Jilly, are you on the pill
by chance?"

   "Oh hell no" she gasped "but if you stop I'll just kill you."

   She did, however, go on the pill the next day.  There was a very
practical reason for this.  The two of them got together and decided that
babies needed to be born about six or eight months apart, since that would
mean that the un-pregnant one of them could help the pregnant one of them
and they wouldn't both be "great with child" at the same time.  Meanwhile,
I visit a lot.

   It's six months later now.  Lori just drove into the parking lot.  This
will probably be one of the last rounds of golf we get to play together for
a while.  It's getting hard for her to swing around her swollen belly with
any accuracy.  But she wanted to go out one last time this year.  She has a
special sort of fondness in her heart for the place she got pregnant, and
she always insists that I take her again on that little patch of grass in
the woods beside the sixth green.

   I'll keep playing golf, of course.  It keeps me in shape.

   And I need to be in shape.

   This morning I found Jill's half used sheet of birth control pills in
the trash.


   
