Bob's niece is rebuilding a classic Shelby in his garage, but the body he's
looking at isn't made of metal.  When he tries to back her down, she'd
rather rev it up, and once she hits the Nitrous, he can't compete.  

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   The Shelby And The Niece 
   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Bob Sanders left the kitchen, walked across the minuscule patch of green
that was called his back yard and entered the four car garage behind his
house.  It was brightly lit and he had an unobstructed view of a 1968
Shelby GT 350 Mustang that was in the stall closest to him/ It was one of
the first onvertibles Carroll Shelby had ever made, or at least made for
sale to the public.  It had once been forest green, though right now it was
a patchwork of different colors, most of them primer of one shade or
another.  It had no wheels, was up on blocks and the hood was up.

   Hanging over the fender, coming from under that hood, was a pair of
well-filled, tight cutoff jeans, with a pair of legs dropping out of them
that were slim, tanned and slightly spread.  The feet on the ends of those
legs were equally bare and pointed.  The owner of the ass and legs was
balanced, with her upper torso inside the engine compartment and the rest
of her hanging out from under the hood.  Had the cutoffs been missing, it
was an ass that would have been perfectly positioned for a doggy style rear
entry that would soon have the entering prick fountaining its seed.

   Bob's own prick began to fill with blood at the sight.  Then he shook
his head and reminded himself that this particular ass was that of his
niece Heather, who was not only his brother's daughter, but was just
sixteen to boot.  He shook his head again.  She was a mixture of things
that was beginning to confuse him.  Of course he'd known her since she was
a baby.  All through her life she had been coming to her Uncle Bob's house
on the beach in California from her home in Montana where she lived with
her parents and, of course, her brother, who was a year younger than she
was.

   There was a clang that Bob recognized as a wrench hitting the floor and
a muttered oath from inside the engine compartment.  The ass wiggled in
front of him as she changed her center of balance and began to drop
backwards, off the car.  Bob stepped forward and grabbed her hips as her
upper torso and a brown pony tail appeared.  He set her down gently on the
cement floor.  She turned before he could let go and his hands brushed
across the front and back of the jeans as her front came into view.

   There were a series of confusing images that flashed through Bob's
consciousness: white teeth, the tip of a pink tongue, substantial cleavage,
arms going around his neck.
Then her body was pressed against his and he went into sensory overload
as she chirped "UNCLE BOB!  Hi!  Guess what?  I got that broken stud out!

Isn't that cool?  Now we can put the headers on and start it up!"

   All the while her braless breasts were rubbing against his chest as she
draped her arms around his neck and talked to him from three inches away.

   He didn't have a chance.  His prick flashed to full erection and pressed
into the front of those jeans he had just been admiring and touching.  He
tried to pull away from her, but she tightened her arms which just pulled
her closer, and pressed her groin more firmly against his.

   She didn't bat an eye or even indicate she felt it.

   In truth, she probably didn't.  Heather was all girl, but she didn't
think of herself as one.  At least not until lately.  Her body had matured
ahead of schedule, which disgusted her as it began to get in the way of the
things she liked to do.  That's because Heather was the quintessential
Tomboy.  She loved football, climbing trees, cutting wood, riding the range
and working on her father's farm equipment.  But most of all she loved
muscle cars and working on them with her Uncle Bob.

   He had a collection of sorts.  He had a '67 GTO that was completely
restored as if it had just rolled off the assembly line.  He had a '32
Deuce Coupe that had been built as a street rod, with canary yellow paint
and red and orange flames all across the hood and front fenders.  He had a
'72 Super Bee that was a pile of junk, sitting in the end bay.  They hadn't
started on it yet.  And, of course, he had the Shelby, which was their
latest project.

   Heather had helped work on them all.  She was even the one who found the
Super Bee behind a barn in the county where she lived.  She managed to talk
the farmer who had inherited the place from his father, out of the car, in
exchange for helping him get his hay in one summer.  He let her dig through
the junk in the barn, where she found an extra engine, transmission, seats
and some extra fenders.  Bob had gone to pick up the car and his niece, who
was staying with him for the whole summer between her junior and senior
years in High School.  She had gotten her driver's license since she last
visited, and couldn't wait to drive the Shelby.  She didn't care that the
seat was mostly just springs and that it still needed some body work.  She
loved power and speed.  The exhaust was the last thing keeping the car in
the garage.  That and finding some wheels and tires, but that was easy. 
bob reminded himself to call his supplier and order a set to be delivered.
Bob was rich and could do things like that.  He could have had the cars
rebuilt for him, but it was his hobby.

   Bob finally gave up trying to separate his erection from the front of
her jeans.  "Excellent" he said, not knowing what to do with his hands,
which had raised to her bare midriff.  She was wearing one of his old short
sleeve button up shirts, with the tails tied in a knot just under her
breasts.  The shirt might have had some buttons fastened on it originally,
but they weren't now.  His eyes were drawn to the smooth white valley
between her breasts.  She saw where he was looking.

   "Uncle Bob!" she chided him.  "You're as bad as the boys back home!  All
of you are all the same!  Even Mark!  I caught him trying to peek at me in
the shower last month.  All you guys think about is sex sex sex!" she
didn't push him away, though.  And her groin was still plastered firmly
against his big bulge.

   Bob figured honesty was the best policy.  He hadn't been confronted with
his niece's maturity quite in this manner before, but he banked on their
prior ability to talk about just about anything.  "Well, sweety, when a
girl looks as beautiful as you do, and smells as good as you do, and feels
like you do, there isn't a man on the planet who could resist trying to get
a peek at your charms."

   Heather looked down at her chest.  Then, to his amazement she pulled the
knot of the shirt away from her body, leaning back from him, until they
could both see her bare breasts.  His stunned eyes took in puffy pink
nipples on the tips of nice heavy looking globes of white flesh.

   "Charms ...  I've never heard them called THAT!" she stated.

   Then, as if she realized she had just exposed her breasts to a man, she
blushed and pushed him away.  "I thought I could at least trust YOU!" she
said accusingly.

   He grabbed her hands before they were too far away and held them. 
"Heather" he said in his no nonsense voice.  "You CAN trust me.  I will
NEVER do anything to you to hurt you.  I LOVE you.  I may SEE you as a very
desirable and sexy woman, but I will TREAT you like my niece.  THAT you can
trust!"

   She looked at him with something in her eyes he couldn't quite
interpret. "Well, OK" she finally said.  "At least you TRIED to get your
boner off of me.  Most guys try to push it AGAINST me." Apparently she HAD
felt it after all.

   "Sorry about that" he said, sincerely.  "It just sort of happened when I
came in and saw your ...  butt ...  hanging out from under the hood of the
Shelby."

   She giggled "You sure it wasn't just the Shelby?"

   He snorted.  "Trust me.  You're MUCH sexier than that car."

   She made a mock bow, exposing most of her teen breasts again.  "Why
THANK you sir.  A girl's always happy to know she's sexier than a car." She
straightened back up and leaned back against the fender of the car, looking
thoughtful.  Her eyes dropped until he knew they were fixed on the front of
his shorts.

   "Uncle Bob?" she said, more seriously.

   "Yes?" he said back, folding his arms and ignoring what he knew was a
tent in the front of his baggies.

   "I don't understand this girly stuff very well." she said.  There wasn't
much he could say in response so he said nothing.  "I mean the guys really
do act all funny around me now ...  not like they used to.  When we go out
they all want to sit next to me and touch me and dance with me and stuff
and it's weird.  And my own brother?  Trying to sneak peeks at me?  And
Ralph Watkins?  He's the captain of the football team at school where I go?
He tried to KISS me when a bunch of us were at the drive in just before you
came and picked me up!  I had to sock him one in the stomach to get him
away from me!  I don't know what to do about all this.  Why do boys act
like that Uncle Bob?"

   She looked so sweet and gorgeous.  His prick was still at attention and
he knew there was nothing he could do about it right now.  Later maybe, but
not now.

   "OK" he said.  "Like I said, you're pretty." She frowned.  "No, listen
to me Heather.  I mean it.  You may not think so, but from a guy's
perspective, everything about you is the kind of thing that makes men want
to make babies." Her eyes got a little wider.  "It's hard to explain.  It's
not like we look at you and, in our minds, say 'I want to make a baby in
Heather'.  But our subconscious mind, that we aren't even aware of, sees
you and IT thinks that, and our bodies react.  Hormones flow and that
affects how we act.  We're not actually in charge of our own bodies
sometimes.  Until we use our thinking mind to stop the process.  It's sort
of like the prehistoric part of me wants to make babies with every good
looking woman I see, while the modern part of me says 'Gee Bob, that's not
appropriate behavior, so don't do it'."

   She was still staring at his crotch.  She pointed at his boner.  "So
that's the prehistoric part of you, wanting to make a baby with me." she
said it very matter-of-factly, as if it weren't taboo.

   It unnerved him a little.  "Well, um ..  yeah ..  I guess it is."

   She looked up at his face now.  "But the modern you doesn't want to
touch me."

   That sounded pretty harsh.  "Well, it's not quite like THAT.  I mean I'm
aware of how beautiful you are, and how nice it would be to ...  to be able
to have a physical relationship with you, I suppose ...  except it isn't
allowed.  So I don't."

   "But you want to." She was implacable.

   He had a feeling that if he said "No I don't want to bone you" it would
somehow be the wrong answer.  But he couldn't admit he wanted to fuck her
brains out.  He tried to moderate.  "Yes, if you put it that way, but it
isn't appropriate." This was getting a little strange.  "Let me put it this
way, have you ever wanted to bash in somebody's head?  Because they did
something you didn't like?"

   "Sure" she said.

   "But you don't ...  right?"

   "Sure, you'd get caught and get put in jail."

   "OK" he said.  "It's the same thing.  I may have an urge, but I don't
follow through on it because there are consequences."

   She thought for a minute and then smiled.  "I'm hungry.  Is it lunch
time yet?"

   Just like that she was a kid again.

   They ate lunch and she reminded him that she needed a new bathing suit
since she'd outgrown the one she had last year.  He could believe that
after seeing her luscious titties.  They were big and juicy.  They hopped
in the Deuce and he let her drive.  She didn't rod it, even though it could
do sixty in about four and a half seconds.  People stared at the car and
the girl driving it.  She was having fun, he could tell.  They meandered
through the mall until they came to a surf shop that sold swimwear.  He
looked at boards while she picked through swimsuits.  "I'm gonna try some
of these on" she said, with an armful of colorful cloth.  "You sit over
there so you can tell me what you think." She pointed to a chair that faced
the changing booth.  He sat and was chatted up by a sales girl who saw
money in his attitude and was hoping for a date with the handsome man.  She
was cute, but predatory, so he kept it cool.

   "Ahem" he heard and turned his head.  He choked back a gasp.  Heather
was wearing a bikini ...  what there was of it ...  that was the same color
as the Deuce Coupe.  It was typically Californian, consisting of two
Band-Aid sized circles that covered her nipples, and a long strip of cloth
about an inch and a half wide that cupped her pussy lips while it covered
them.  Her pubic bush, while not thick, was visible on the sides of the
bottom.  There were 'strings' too, that held it together.  She twirled. 
The strings that went over her hips disappeared between her buttocks, which
were completely bare.  "Well?" she said, turning back to face him.

   Bob gulped.  He'd seen girls wearing these things while he was at the
beach, but he generally looked at them out of the corner of his eyes.  this
was the first time he'd actually fixed his full attention on a girl wearing
one.

   His mouth was dry.  He had to swallow again.  "It's kind of brief, don't
you think?" he croaked.  He was glad he was sitting down.  He hadn't been
this hard in a long time.  "I like it" he said, a little more strongly "But
your Daddy would KILL me if I let you wear that out in public."

   She dimpled.  "Silly ...  this is for sunbathing in the back yard ... 
not the beach.  I wouldn't go out in public in THIS.  And ...  I'll have to
do something about this." Her fingers grabbed the errant pubic hairs
outside the suit and pulled them gently.  Then she turned and vanished back
into the changing booth.  the sales girl had disappeared as soon as she
realized Heather was with Bob.  She knew she couldn't compete.  Bob sat
there, trying to get his rampant prick to relax.  He saw movement and
looked up.

   This one was a one piece.  It was between red and maroon and sparkled,
like it had metal flake in it.  It covered her front, while leaving her
sides completely bare.  Again, the strings that held it on did nothing to
cover her back and slipped between her buttocks, leaving her ass bare.

   Again she twirled "Public or private?" she asked.

   Bob groaned.  "Private, though not as private as the other one."

   She grinned.

   The next one was just like that one, except it was green.  The one after
that was basic white.  It covered her butt, sweeping forward to meet in a
tied gather between the bottom and top, then swelled out to cover her
breasts.  A string went around her neck.  It covered everything, but drew
attention to everything it covered.  Still ...  it covered everything.

   "And this one?" she said, twirling and looking in the mirror.

   "That one I can let you out of the house in." said Bob.

   They took their purchases home and Heather immediately wanted to go to
the beach in her new suit.  Bob was already wearing his baggies, so he
grabbed his board and they trooped down to the beach, about 200 yards
behind his house.  He didn't own the beach, of course, but it was
relatively lightly used, because it was a long way from the public
entrances.  There were only twenty five or so people lying around, swimming
or surfing when they got there.  Heather went running into the surf,
laughing and jumping while Bob put a coat of wax on the board.  He'd
promised Heather he'd teach her how to surf this summer.  Her visits in the
past had been too short to give her good instruction.

   "I'm ready" he heard her yell as he buffed the last coat of wax.  He
turned and his mouth fell open.  He should have thought about that white
suit.

   It had no foundation in it.  When it got wet it was translucent.  Her
strawberry nipples showed through quite plainly.  They were erect from the
water and her excitement.  Her brown bush showed through just as plainly.
But most devastating of all were the two plump pussy lips that were clearly
defined by the wet suit, just below that patch of brown.  It drew the eye,
and it drew that eye right to her pussy.  The suit just screamed "Fuck Me!"


   He groaned.  He was hard as a rock again.  Heather saw the twist of his
face and his glassy eyed-stare.  "What's wrong?" she shouted as she got
closer.  The suit did nothing to support her bouncing breasts.  He wanted
nothing more than to throw her down and breed her right then and there.

   "Your suit" he gasped.  She looked down, but it was difficult for her to
see what he was able to see.

   "What?" she said, looking at her legs.

   "I can see through it." he said in a strangled voice.

   She strained and gawked, but still couldn't see it straight on, like he
could."No you can't" she said in a chiding voice.

   "Yes he can" came a voice from about ten feet away.

   They both turned and looked at the woman who had spoken.  She was bronze
and slim, probably in her late twenties or early thirties.  She had the
sun-bleached good looks that were common on the West coast.  She was
wearing a copy of the Band-Aid suit that Bob had classified "private" for
his niece.

   "Though" she went on "on you it looks pretty good.  You have a really
nice camel toe" she said conversationally, as if strangers commented on
each other's pussy lips all the time.  "But you should probably shave.  You
can leave a long thin vertical strip, but you have just a little too much.
You have good nipples for that kind of suit too.  All in all I'd say it was
a very good choice for you." She turned to Bob.  "I had in mind to
introduce myself.  I was watching you work on your board.  But ..." she
looked back at Heather "I can see that would be a waste of my time.  Too
bad." Then, as if she'd just done the most normal thing in the world, she
went back to reading a thick paperback book.

   Bob's mouth was hanging open.  He started to explain "But she's my ..."

   Heather cut him off "She knows who I am Bob.  I said I was ready.  Let's
go.  I want to take a shower and get all this salt water off of me." She
picked up her towel and stood, waiting for her Uncle to figure out she had
just changed the rules and wanted him to take her back to the house instead
of teach her to surf.

   Bob was still trying to figure out where he fell off the turnip wagon.
Why had she called him Bob instead of Uncle Bob?  Then he realized she was
probably trying to gracefully get off the beach in her transparent suit. 
"OK ...  sure honey" he said, picking up his board.  They trudged up toward
the house.

   "Sorry" he said.  "I shouldn't have said anything ...  but it was so
obvious.  I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of that woman."

   "Oh, I wasn't embarrassed" she said, taking his arm as they walked
through the deep sand.  "I just didn't want her to know I was your niece.
She thought I was your girlfriend."

   "What?" said Bob, stumbling in the sand.  Her hand on his elbow saved
him from sprawling on the gravelly sand.

   "Well" she looked hurt.  "It doesn't hurt anything does it?  I mean she
was gunning for you Uncle Bob.  If she'd have found out I was your niece
she would have swooped and swallowed you up.  I'd have been all alone on
the beach in a see through suit." She craned her neck again "Even though I
can't tell.

   "No she wouldn't!" yelped her Uncle, a little belatedly.

   "Yes she would." said his niece.  "Have you looked at the front of your
pants lately?"

   He looked down.  It looked like he had a grapefruit in his shorts.  "But
that was because of you, not her ..." he said it before he could stop
himself.  "I mean ...  it was already there when she ...  I mean ...  ohhhh
fuck." he gave up as Heather's laughter tinkled beside him.

   "Uncle Bob" she said in a voice she might have used with a five year
old, "We've already established that your body wants to make babies with my
body.  There's nothing to be ashamed of."

   "Wow" thought Bob.  "She sure is taking this pretty well."

   By then they were back at the house.  She went in and went straight to
the master bathroom, which she rarely used.  He heard the shower going and
saw the door was ajar.  He thought about closing it, but before he could
the shower stopped.  "Uncle Bob?" she yelled.  "Don't you have a full
length mirror in your room?"

   "Uh, yeah" he yelled back.

   She came breezing through the door, still dressed in the suit, and was
dripping wet.  "Sorry about the water" she said, as she walked to the
mirror.  She stood, looking at how transparent the material was.  Her face
bloomed bright red.  "I might as well not be wearing it" she gasped.

   "I told you" he said, somewhat smugly.

   She was still looking, turning this way and that.  "She was right.  I DO
need to have.  I mean I knew I'd have to lose some of it for the back yard
suit ...  but ...  yeah, I think she's right." She turned to him.  "Do you
have a razor I can borrow?"

   Bob thought about the Shick Velvet Glide he used every day on his face.
With a new blade it would be good for what she was talking about.  But,
could he ever shave his face with the same razor she used to shave her ...
pussy?  If he tried he'd probably rip himself to shreds, just thinking
about it.  "I've probably got something" he mumbled.  she stood, facing
him, in her transparent suit.  He finally figured out she was waiting for
him to get the razor.  Still painfully erect, he got the razor, a new blade
and some shaving cream.  He handed them to her.  She gave him a dazzling
smile, turned and disappeared back into his bathroom.  This time she closed
the door.

   Bob decided to beat off right then and there, to ease the pressure.  His
prick had been hard most of the day, it seemed, and his balls were
beginning to ache.  He didn't dare get naked, so he just pushed his baggies
down and started jerking off while standing in the middle of his bedroom.
His towel was on the bed and he hobbled over to get it to catch his spend.
It felt better already, knowing he was going to get to shoot, and he slowed
down a little, to enjoy the feeling.  He worked himself closer and closer
...

   "Uncle Bob?" came her yell through the door.  He looked and saw the knob
turning.  In panic, he jerked his shorts back up, pinning his iron hard
cock to his stomach.  He jerked his hands away from his shorts just as the
door opened and her head stuck through.  "I need a really big favor." she
said.

   Bob was standing in an unnatural pose, with his knees slightly bent and
his hands hanging at his sides, but away from his body a little, almost
like he was on a surf board.  He straightened up.  "What" he said
distractedly.

   "I can't do this" she said.  She frowned and peered at him closely.

   "What do you mean you can't do it?" he said.

   "I can't even shave my legs without cutting them to ribbons.  This is
even harder.  I can't seem to get the razor to cut anything at all." She
seemed to be distracted by something.

   With sudden crystal clarity, Bob understood her problem.  She needed
scissors first.  "You need scissors first.  I have some.  They're in the
drawer ...  in there." he said.  She looked at him a little longer and then
disappeared back into the bathroom.

   "I can't find them.  Come find them" she yelled.

   He went to the door.  "Are you decent?"

   She laughed.  You saw me in that suit.  What more is there to see?"
there was a long pause.  He knew if he went in there and she was naked,
he'd fill his pants with spooge.

   Finally she said "Yes I'm decent.  Don't be such a boob." He went to the
door.  She had a towel wrapped around her.  She was staring at his waist.
He went past her into the bathroom, got the small scissors out of the
drawer and then saw himself in the mirror.

   The head of his cock was sticking out of his waistband.

   When he'd pulled his shorts back up he hadn't pulled them quite far
enough.  He wasn't circumcised and the hood covered most of the head.  But
he could see his piss hole and a little circle of skin around it.  HE
wanted to smash his head.  But he couldn't.  He fixed it, turned and handed
the scissors to her.  He tried to go back past her again but she stopped
him.

   She didn't look down or make any sign that she'd seen him.  "Look, this
isn't working.  I need help." He looked at her dumbly.  "I need you to help
me." she said.

   "But ...' he gasped.

   She held one finger up to his lips and pressed it against them.  "Like I
said.You saw me before.  It's not that different.  We'll just snip and
shave and it will be all over, OK?" He couldn't believe she was saying
this. It WOULDN'T be the same.  She would be NAKED!  He would be TOUCHING
her!

   "I don't think I can do this Heather" he groaned.  "You don't understand
honey.  You'd be NAKED.  I'd be TOUCHING you.  I don't think I could take
it."

   "It will be just fine" she said in a soothing voice.  She dropped the
towel.  "See, it's just me.  I look just like I did in the wet suit.  You
can see just a teeny bit more than you could if I was wearing my back yard
suit.  Come on Uncle Bob, I need your help.  Pleeease?"

   He was paralyzed.  She was standing naked in front of him.  Her breasts
were right there, inches away.  They looked so tasty.  He closed his eyes.
That was better.  He took several breaths ...  deep breaths ...  and forced
himself to relax.  She was his niece.  He could do this.  "OK" he said, his
teeth clenched.

   "Goody" she said.  Her hands took his elbows and she walked him further
into the room.  "Where should I sit?"

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   He almost pulled it off.

   Almost.

   He had her sit on the counter beside the sink, with her butt right at
the edge.  He got a bench from the vanity in his room and sat it in front
of her.  She pulled up her knees and held them with her hands.  Then, as he
sat down, she spread her legs.  He almost got dizzy.  She was spread before
him.  He could see it all.  She had smeared shaving cream all over her
mons, and it was still thick with the stuff.  He had to comb it out and
then wash it off with a washcloth so he could use the scissors.

   "Remember what she said" Heather said, craning her neck forward, trying
to see what he was doing.  "About leaving a strip." He shipped carefully,
actually able to concentrate on just the hair.

   It was the shaving part that got him.  First he had to rub in the cream.
Then he had to hold her skin and pull it to keep it tight so he could pull
the blade against it.  Then it turned out that her hair grew down and the
only way he could get it really smooth was to shave upward.  That meant he
had to press on her pussy lips and hold them tight while he dragged the
razor upwards.

   She began to fidget.  "Wait a minute" she said, breathing heavily. 
"This isn't comfortable." she said.  "Couldn't I lie down?  That would make
it easier." He stood up, and she jumped down.  He followed her into the
bedroom where she lay herself on his bed, scooting her butt right to the
edge.  She propped a bunch of pillows behind her back saying "I want to
watch" and then spread her legs so far she looked like she was doing the
splits.  "This is better" she said.  He watched in horror as her pussy lips
spread open.  She glistened inside, as if she were ...  wet.  He still had
one whole side to go.  The first side was smooth and bare.  The other side
was harder to get to because he was right handed.  He went slowly, pressing
on the top of her slit and dragging the razor upwards carefully.

   "Mmmmm" said Heather.

   "What?" he said.

   "That feels ...  good." she said.

   "It's not supposed to feel good Heather." he said in a gruff voice.  He
took another stroke and, in the process of stretching her skin, realized he
was pushing his fingers right on the hood of skin that shielded her clit.
No wonder it felt good.

   He couldn't resist.  His fingers rubbed in a circle around her bud.

   "Unnggh" she groaned.  "That feels sooo good."

   She sounded like she'd never felt that way before.  "Honey?" he said,
shaving another stroke.

   "Umm?" she said, her eyes heavy lidded now.

   "Do you masturbate?"

   She blushed and her eyes opened.  "Of course not!" she said.  "Grandma
told me what would happen if I did."

   He wanted to grin.  "Blind or Crazy?" he said.

   She looked at him like he was crazy.  "She said it would be both."

   "She lied" he said as he took another stroke.  He was almost done now.
She did in fact have one long narrow strip of pubic hair left.

   "What!?" said Heather.

   "I said she lied.  Mom - your Grandmother - was raised in a different
world than you and I.  Back then they believed a lot of things that just
weren't true.  One of the things they believed was that masturbation was a
bad thing.  So they made up horrible tales about what would happen to
people who did it, to try to keep them from doing it.  But they were lies.
It doesn't hurt a thing.  In fact it helps in lots of situations."

   "Well I still don't" said Heather defensively.

   "That's why what I'm doing feels so good.  I'm actually masturbating you
...  a little."

   "What?" her eyes got bigger.

   "This" he put his finger on her button "is your clitoris.  It reacts to
pressure" he pressed on it and rubbed his finger back and forth.  She
wiggled her butt but clamped her mouth shut to keep from making any noise.
"And I HAVE to do it, to keep the skin tight while I shave you" he said. 
He pinched her pussy lips and pulled them away from her body while he ran
the razor up the side of the line of hair that was left.

   She couldn't stop a moan from escaping between her lips.

   "If I were to do this ..." He pinched the lips together and then ran
them in a circle that included massaging her clitty.  Her hips humped up
off the bed.  "it would feel REALLY good.  And ...  If I did this .." He
put two fingers on he bud and vibrated them back and forth.  Her mouth
burst open in an open moan.  "long enough, you'd have an orgasm.  That's
what masturbation feels like."

   Her eyes were smoky now, and half lidded again.  "You aren't finished
yet are you?  There was an unspoken message there, that his prehistoric
brain heard loud and clear.

   He continued with the shaving until it was done.

   Then ...  he masturbated his niece to orgasm.  At the very end, when it
was obvious by her cries of "What's happening to me?" and "I feel so
strange" that she was on the verge of an orgasm, and her hips were making
fucking motions against his fingers, he couldn't help himself.

   He leaned in, slurped up her clitty in his mouth and sucked hard on it.
She shrieked and had her very first orgasm.  It left her shaken and almost
scared at the intensity of it.  Her eyes had watched his mouth suck at her
sex.  She'd heard of such things, of course, but had no idea what it would
feel like and had never even considered that it might happen to her.  In
the time it took her to have that first orgasm, she decided she wanted to
have that feeling again and again.

   And then again.

   And the look on her Uncle's face when he sat back as she relaxed from
her muscle wrenching experience ...  no man had ever looked at her like
that.  It made her want to have another orgasm right then and there.  Dimly
she remembered his speech, and realized that part of her wanted to have
this man's baby.  She was amazed, both at the feeling, and at how smart her
Uncle was.  Something else in his eye made her ask a question she thought
she'd never ask anyone.

   "Uncle Bob ..  do YOU masturbate?"

   "Oh yeah, baby, and I really need to right now.  You have me going so
much sweetheart.  I need to go." He started to stand up, and she said
"Wait!"

   He looked at her and she said "You can do it here.  I want you to do it
here."

   A shadow flickered across his face as he thought about that.  She was
still splayed before him, wide open, limp and satisfied.  He fantasized
about dropping his shorts and filling her unfucked pussy with its first
cock.  But he couldn't do that.  She wasn't ready and he loved her too
much. Masturbating in front of her might scare her.  But it WOULD ease his
pain and he knew he could cum quickly.

   "Are you sure?" he huffed.

   She nodded and brought her own hand to her pussy.  Experimentally she
slipped one finger between her lips and found her love bud.  She shivered
as she pressed on it and felt the same thrill.  Well ..  almost the same.
When her Uncle did it, it felt even better.  But it still felt wonderful.
She froze when he stood and pushed his shorts down to his thighs.  She'd
seen her brother when he took a piss in the grass while they were herding
cattle.

   But this was something different.  He was HUGE.  It was long AND thick.
It wasn't as big as a bull's, but WOW!  It looked interesting too!  It
looked smooth, but bumpy.  Then he stroked it back and the hood uncovered
the head and she gasped.  Under that skin there was a knob!  It was a round
hard looking knob that was shiny and dark, almost purple.  There was a hole
in the end.  That was where her brother pissed out of.  But this one had a
thick drop of something white that was oozing out of that little eye. 
SPERM!  His prick was making sperm ...  to make babies with.

   She rubbed her pussy harder now.  She was getting wet!  But it was
slippery and it made if feel even better.  Her eyes were glued to his penis
as he slid his hand forward again.  The hood covered up that knob again and
then, like magic it was bare as his hand whipped back.  She watched in awe
as his hand flashed forward and backward.  She rubbed her pussy faster,
feeling that wonder amazing feeling starting to come back.

   One of her fingers slipped inside her and she liked that feeling too. 
Soon she was slicking that finger in and out as she rubbed over her stiff
clitty.

   He was groaning now ...  grunting ...  his face was all screwed up into
a frozen mask.  Then the rest of him froze too.  Her eyes darted back to
the tip of his cock and it seemed to swell.  The knob was uncovered again.
The slit opened and she was shocked as a stream of thick white fluid shot
out.  It splatted on her stomach and she realized it was hot.

   She knew what it was, and she was thrilled to have it on her body.  Then
he was shooting another stream at her, but this one was lower and it landed
on her fingers, right where they rubbed her pussy.  She lifted her hand
just as a third rope of sticky sperm lanced out of his cock.  This one
splashed right on her pussy lips and she shuddered.

   She slapped her hand back onto her pussy, feeling the warm gooey mess he
had made.  It felt wonderful, and she rubbed it into her pussy as that
feeling washed over her again.  This time wasn't quite as shattering as the
first time, but she buzzed and hummed with joy at the fantastic feeling of
his hot stuff on her pussy.

   Yes.  She wanted to do this a lot.

   Bob felt his knees going to liquid as his cum splattered on his niece's
pussy and she rubbed it in, slicking one sperm covered finger up into her
virgin slot.  He felt himself falling, but he couldn't do anything about
it. He'd never felt an orgasm like this.  His cock was still spurting as he
hit the floor and curled up into a ball.  Dimly he thought about what a
mess he was making on his carpet.

   Suddenly she was there, clasping his face between one dry hand and one
slick gooey one that was covered with both his and her juices.  She was
kissing his face, cooing that she loved him, thanking him for making her
feel so good.  Then her lips met his and they melted into a lovers' kiss.

   Luckily, he had ejaculated every sperm cell he owned, or at least it
felt like it.  What that meant was that he couldn't stay hard.  He was too
satisfied, too tired and too freaked out at what had happened.

   This was good because it meant Heather got to be a virgin for a while
longer.

   After that kiss, if he'd have been hard, he'd have shoved it in her
regardless of what she said.

   She, on the other hand, was basking in the afterglow of two orgasms and
the best kisses she had ever even thought about being involved in.  She
completely understood that part of the body he had been talking about.  She
knew she had shoved several fingerfulls of his sperm up inside her body. 
She was aware that there was a danger, though a small one, that she might
end up pregnant because of that sperm.

   She couldn't have cared less.  Or at least that prehistoric part of her
couldn't have cared less.  It just felt ...  right.  She also knew that her
Uncle would be the first man to have her sexually.  He would take her
virginity.  She would let him.  She would demand it of him.  Before today
she had never thought about giving it away.  All she had ever thought of
was how to keep it from being taken from her.  Now she knew she would give
it up gladly ...  to this man.  Part of her assumed it wouldn't be as neat
and simple as she hoped it would be.  But that didn't matter.  She wanted
that ...  thing ...  that ...  PRICK ...  that beautiful penis inside her
body, where her finger had been and she wanted to feel all that lovely warm
spermy fluid being forced into her body.  She kissed him some more.

   Fifteen minutes later, they slowly came back to the real world together.
She was completely unembarrassed by what had happened.  He knew what would
happen if the world found out what they'd done.  He didn't handle it quite
as well.  He said he was sorry three times before she bit him on his
shoulder and told him to stop.  Her comfort level with what they'd done
amazed him.  He'd been with women before, of course, but after sex most of
them had things to do and had become almost businesslike.  He'd never had
sex with a woman who actually loved him.  He just didn't know it.

   Yet.

   He knew better than to take a shower with her.  His body would be ready
to go again soon.  He sent her in first, and then made her dry off while he
took his own shower.  Then he took the towels and used them to clean off
the carpet.  He asked her to put on some clothes and she did.  After they
had cleaned up he made them some lunch and they sat at the table, eating.

   There was a comfortable silence between them.  She was the first to
break it.

   "I understand what you were talking about now." she said.  "About the
prehistoric part and the modern part."

   He nodded.  "It's hard to explain to somebody who has never experienced
that kind of ...feeling."

   She smiled.  "I like the prehistoric part."

   He didn't smile.  "That's dangerous" he said.

   She smiled again.  "I know.  My modern mind knows." He nodded and she
went on.  "But I really like the prehistoric part."

   He closed his eyes.  "It's hard ...  really REALLY hard ...  for a guy
to control his urges ...  especially if the girl doesn't want to control
her own.  I don't want to ruin your life."

   She smiled again.  "Thank you for caring about me.  But if you think
that I'm going to spend the rest of the summer here and never do that
again? You're wrong."

   He groaned.  "You aren't making this any easier.  You know that if we
keep doing that ...  I'm going to want ...  more.  I'm going to want to
..." he didn't know how to finish.

   "You're going to want to make mad passionate love to me?" she said.

   He laughed, more at east.  "Something like that, yes."

   "Yes, I know that." she said.

   "And how do you feel about that?" he said, a little nervous to ask the
question.

   She got up and took her dishes to the sink.  Then she came back for his.
Then she washed them.  He was beginning to think she wasn't going to answer
when she finished and dried her hands on the towel.  She came over and sat
on his lap, putting her arms loosely around his neck.  "I think I want to
lay out in the sun for a while before we do that." she said.  She kissed
him gently on the lips and got up.  Then she looked pointedly at his lap,
where she had felt a lump growing.  "Doesn't that thing EVER relax?" she
yipped as she headed toward her bedroom.

   "Not around you it doesn't" he sighed.  But inside he was overjoyed. 
She hadn't asked him not to, or told him he couldn't, or that she wouldn't.
She hadn't asked to be taken back home to Montana.  While she caught some
rays he'd go out and see what was involved in getting her on the pill.  And
he'd buy some condoms too.  He felt better for having a plan, even if they
never did anything more than mutual masturbation.

   It was a good plan.  It was a pragmatic plan.  It was, in its own
strange way a moral plan.  Had he left the house immediately it might have
even been a workable plan.  But she put on that little yellow number ... 
the one she called her 'back yard suit', with the Band-Aids over her
nipples and the banana peel over her pussy lips, and that left her butt
completely bare.  Then she came out with a towel in one hand and a bottle
of Coppertone in the other.  "You're leaving?" she said, pouting a little.

   "I have some things to see to." he said, trying to sound like a normal
adult male.  His prehistoric self was enjoying that suit an awful lot.

   "Well, I suppose that's OK" she said, and he felt a surge of relief.

   Then she ambushed him.

   "As long as you put some of this on me before you go.  I don't want to
burn." She held out the tanning oil.

   Alarm bells should have gone off, but he had a plan, and he had her
permission to carry it out.

   One little detour couldn't hurt much, could it?

   He followed her to the back yard.  The grass covered only a 15' by 15'
square, fenced in on two sides, with the house and garage on the other two
sides.  It was more like a courtyard than a back yard.  But the grass was
deep and lush and it was a perfect place to lie down comfortably and tan.
Unfortunately it was equally perfect as a place for other activities.

   But more on that later.

   She floated the towel down and lay down on her stomach.  She looked
naked and his cock lurched.  Controlling himself he poured a long stream of
oil from her neck to her buttocks and rubbed his hands all over her back
and shoulders and the backs of her arms.  When he got to her buttocks it
just seemed natural to rub and fondle them too, covering them with slippery
lotion.  Then he squirted a stream down each leg and worked it into them.
She spread them as he came back toward her buttocks and his fingers tickled
her pussy as he let his hands bump her there.

   "Naughty naughty" she murmured.

   He worked her butt some more and tore himself away to lean back.  "That
should do you." he said, standing up.

   She flipped over on her back.  "I can't lie on my stomach the whole
time. Do my front too." She closed her eyes.

   Now full fledged air raid warnings should have gone off.  But he figured
he could handle doing her breasts, and the banana peel covered her pussy,
so he wouldn't have to touch her there.  He could do this.  When he got to
her breasts though, and slipped his fingers under the Band-Aids to strum
her nipples, she reacted much more strongly than he'd thought she would.

   She moaned and whimpered.  "You never touched me there before ..  that's
soooo nice.  I LOVE that Uncle Bob.  Why didn't you touch me there
before?!"

   And when his hands slid over her abdomen, above her ovaries, and womb,
she arched her back up off the ground.

   He skipped over the banana peel and did her legs, but just when he
thought he was home free she said "I might want to take off the bottoms. 
You better put some on there too."

   Which is how Bob ended up sliding his slippery oil covered hand into the
bottom of her suit as she spread her legs.  And, of course, his oily finger
slipped into her pussy, where he just naturally probed and found, to his
prick's delight, that she had no hymen to tear.  He knew she was a virgin,
and figured her hymen was a victim of some accident, kor saddle, or tampon
or something.  But her reaction to his invasion was a long drawn out
"Yesssssssssssssssss"

   Even then, he might have actually been able to bring her off and get up
and leave, except that, while he was fingerfucking his beautiful niece, her
hand snuck up into his baggies and found his rampant prick.  She knew how
to jack it, having seen him do it, and she did it just slowly enough to
inflame him beyond reason.

   First he nosed aside the Band-Aids, to see what his mouth on her nipples
did.  The response was extraordinary as she felt the shock of his sucking
lips streak from her sensitive nips to the pussy he was prodding.  She
exploded in an orgasm that, unfortunately, resulted in the near destruction
of her new swimsuit.

   She pulled at it until it lay beside her in pieces.

   Then she pulled at his baggies until she could get to his penis.

   Then she pulled him between her legs, which were widely spread and open
in invitation.

   Then she kissed him again, another one of those passionate kisses that
result from the joy of orgasm and, as he held himself up on hands and
knees, he felt her pull his stiff cock to her portal.  About the time his
modern mind shouted "STOP!  DON'T DO THIS!" she got his cockhead to her
pussy's entrance and her hips thrust up off the towel.  Those pussy lips
slipped almost gently over his knob, shoving his foreskin back onto the
shaft of his cock and his cocktip slid into fire.

   With a groan and the thought "Maybe I can still stop a little later" he
began to feed his virgin niece her very first cock.

   Passion can do amazing things to the human body.  Though she'd be sore
for 36 hours after this, Heather felt nothing but the exquisite fullness
she knew she'd love as her untried sheath was filled with hot, stiff meat.
Bob, who fully planned on pulling his cock OUT of the girl before he came,
was overcome by the feel of tight, wet, hot pussy swallowing his cock. 
About the time his pubes met that thin vertical line of hers, his cock
panicked, and, like a stomach that upchucks, belched and drained his balls
of their recently resupplied cargo of seed into his niece's belly in three
massive and uncontrollable spurts.  Just like that, his plan to protect her
was afloat in a sea of thick, rich, potent sperm that washed into her womb
like the surf they could hear in the background.  He hadn't even taken a
complete stroke ...  and he was done!

   Just like a teenager!

   Heather smiled as she felt that wet heat explode inside her.  She'd been
right.  There was nothing in the world that could feel better than that. 
Her prehistoric self grunted, trying to force an extra egg out of an ovary
to drop into that sea of sperm.  Actually, it was just a spasm of her
pussy, but her subconscious interpreted it that way.  Her modern mind sat
quietly and watched.

   Bob's prehistoric self shoved harder, trying to penetrate clear into her
womb to deliver his nectar.  His modern mind yelled "STUPID STUPID STUPID"
until it was slapped by the Neanderthal in him, which encouraged him to try
fucking her some more.

   Heather's modern mind finally spoke up "Heather, darling, he's going to
feel really really bad about this.  He's going to apologize.  He's going to
say it can never happen again.  Be ready for this."

   Bob took a breath and Heather interrupted him before he could speak
"Uncle Bob" she murmured.  "That was the most wonderful, fantastic,
beautiful thing that ever happened to me.  I wanted that more than anything
in the world.  Thank you so much for giving that to me.  I love you so
much. But I have to ask you a question."

   She had disarmed all his apologies.  "What?"

   "How long will it be before you'll be able to do that again?  And can
you go just a little longer next time?"

   As he laughed his body squeezed one last spurt of cream into her pussy.
   
