A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 4
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
Of course, that wasn’t the end of my problems. Not by a long shot.
I’d been dreaming when I heard whispered voices. At least I thought I’d been dreaming. Or perhaps I was dreaming the voices. In the way that the time between dreaming and waking can often become jumbled, I slowly became aware that I really was waking, and there really were soft voices, but something about it made me very cautious and told me that I should lie there quietly and not let on that I was aware of them.
Eyes closed, I did my best to keep my breathing slow and even. As someone who often tosses and turns in the night, rolling over and changing position several times, the ability to keep myself in that sort of twilight sleep was well tuned. So I was able to float there, just barely holding onto part of an unconscious state while the rest of me began to focus.
The first thing I became aware of, besides the soft sounds of the voices, was that I wasn’t alone in my bed. The movements were careful and subtle, but there were minor shifts that let me know there were others here. As my focus sharpened I of course realized that it had to be Samantha and Hannah.
Holding onto the physical semblance of sleep, I took closer stock of my situation. I deduced from the vibrations on the bed and in the air that I had a girl on either side of me. I imagined they were sitting. After a moment I could even smell them, their girlish scent tickling my nose.
“Pull it down,” I heard Sam whisper.
“You do it,” Hannah replied softly. “You’re the one that wants to see.”
“Only because you cheated and did it first. I still can’t believe you used the storm trick.” Then, pitching her voice in a higher, mocking tone, she said, “Pwease, Uncle Jasown, I’m scawed of wightning.”
“You’re only mad because you didn’t think of it,” Hannah said in a smug whisper. “At least I was nice enough to come get you.”
Silence for a few moments, then, from Samantha, a huffing, “Fine.”
The last of the fog leaving me, I realized what was happening. Making sure to keep my breath steady, my mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out what, if any, action I should take. I was naked under my sheet, and the girls had obvious plans to pull down the sheet in the next couple of seconds, exposing my naked body. Is that something I should just let happen? I mean, was that wrong? Didn’t girls need a little sex ed? I mean, a little peek wouldn’t hurt, right? What if it did, though? What if this was some weird incestual abuse thing I was doing. Of course, Hannah had gotten a show and then some last night, but I told myself it had been dark, and that somehow made it less wrong.
Besides, I’ve explained how I feel about being naked in front of others. Although my nieces were clearly inexperienced, they had surely at least seen some nude guys on the internet. There’s no way I could compare to that and the thought was embarrassing. I didn’t want the girls seeing my cock in that state, in the full light of day. What if they laughed? I couldn’t count on their inexperience translating to ignorance of what a guy had between his legs. At least Hannah hadn’t seen me until I was completely hard. I wasn’t even a little bit hard now, and the thought of being seen now made me squirm a bit inside.
Then I thought, what if I wasn’t the only guy they’d seen naked? I know that I played around with little girls when I was a little boy. If they had seen boys naked then maybe I’d seem large in comparison. Or maybe I wouldn’t. It wasn’t the first time I’d had the thought that there were probably twelve and thirteen year old boys out in the world who had bigger dicks than I did. Hannah hadn’t said a word last night, and with pretending to be asleep, I couldn’t know if mine had been the first she’d seen, even if the light had been bad. I couldn’t make up my mind what to do.
Before I could make a decision either way, I felt the warmth of Sam’s fingers against my belly as they gripped the sheet and then the coolness of the air against my skin as I was slowly exposed. A gasp from both girls told me that my cock was in plain view. I was too conflicted by what was happening to have to worry about getting hard, but part of me wished I was, just so it was more impressive looking.
“See? It’s hairy,” Hannah whispered softly. Then followed up after a few long moments with, “It looks weird. Like a wrinkly worm. Last night it was all stiff.”
“This is what they look like when they’re soft,” Samantha whispered. “Gabriel was the same way. His was tiny and curled up until I touched it then it got straight and stood up.”
Another few agonizing moments of silence then Hannah spoke again. “He’s got hair on his balls. They feel weird.” My balls aren’t very large either, about the size of large grapes, and they are lightly covered in blond hairs.
“I know,” Sam said, obviously the voice of experience. “I touched Gabriel’s”
“Did his look like Jason’s?” Hannah asked softly.
“Well, he’s only twelve and he doesn’t have hairs, and his was littler. Plus he has skin on the end, like a funnel, because he’s unsermonized.”
“What’s that?”
“When some boys are babies they have this extra skin on the ends of their things and sometimes they get it cut off because of religion. So those are sermonized, like Jason.”
My heart was beating so loud in my chest by this time that I was amazed the girls couldn’t hear it. Then once again Hannah broke the silence with a surprised whisper asking, “Are you gonna touch it?”
I realized it wasn’t a question out of nowhere, but a reaction to an action, and then a moment later I felt a whisper-soft tickle against my cock as Sam ran her finger downward along my wrinkled shaft. I didn’t want to look, but I know myself well enough to know that I was probably not much more than an inch or two long at the moment. Again, I felt so shocked that even my body didn’t react. Then, seemingly emboldened, I felt two fingers gently lift my cock. She allowed her fingertips to encircle the shaft. They danced lightly upward, like a skittish spider, gently exploring the sensitive head of my circumcised penis, and then down, hesitantly exploring the thin skin of my scrotum.
That was apparently too much for my nervous system, or whatever system it is that controls your dick. I began to stiffen quickly at that point. As unimpressive as I feel my dick is when it’s soft, I’m a bit happier with my size when I’m erect. As I said, I grow to a bit over four inches and I also gain a good bit of girth. Having my twelve-year-old niece playing with my cock supplied me with plenty of girth. I only hoped it was enough to impress a girl who’s only seeming real life experience was with a prepubescent twelve-year-old.
Hannah announced the obvious, saying, “It’s moving!” in a pleased whisper.
A few moments later, I heard Hannah whisper again, this time with a sense of satisfaction evident in her voice, “See? Look how big it is.” I have to say, it was kind of a proud moment for me. Sad that it took an inexperienced eleven-year-old girl to give me that feeling.
Then Sam dashed those feelings by whispering, “I thought it would be bigger. Gabriel’s was almost as long. Jason’s is thicker though.” Great, so I was barely beating out a hairless twelve-year-old.
Sam’s fingers left me for a moment, until I reached my full size, and then they returned, even bolder than before. This time she took me into her hand, her fingers closing tighter until she had me in a proper grip. Then, as most women I’ve ever been with seem to do when faced with a new cock, she pulled it upright, no doubt to examine it more closely, or perhaps just because Sam was unaware of the range of motion of the average cock.
Then it was a whispered, “Let me have a turn,” and the replacement of one hand with another that really got me. I lay there, still trying to breath deeply while my heart beat crazily in my chest and my cock throbbed wildly in my eleven-year-old niece’s hand and I imagined her sitting there with my painfully stiff dick in her tiny fist and I very nearly lost it. With hardly any manipulation at all, I was nearly ready to come.
“It’s so hard and warm,” Hannah said softly, and I could hear the wonder in her voice. I felt her squeezing me and she said, “I can feel his heartbeat.”
“My turn again,” Sam said. “You got to do it last night.” Then I was handed over yet again.
Desperate, I grumbled. The noise was enough to shock the girls into stillness. However, Sam’s hand was still wrapped around my cock. So I faked a moan and moved my head back and forth a bit, as if I were waking. That did the trick. I could feel Samantha very gently releasing my prick so that it settled rather than slapped against my stomach, and then I felt the sheet as it was replaced.
I thought about leaving it at that, but I was worried that either, A – they’d just resume their illicit fun, or B – that they’d think they could just come back and repeat the experiment. As interesting, and admittedly, exciting, as it had been, I couldn’t go through this again. Deciding that a bit of fear would do the trick, I quickly ‘woke’.
I think I did a pretty good job of feigning shock and surprise at their presence in my bed. Especially when I made a show of noticing how hard I was while simultaneously seeming to be both highly embarrassed as well as highly suspicious. It probably helped that Hannah was still dressed only in a pair of panties, leaving her swollen little mounds uncovered. Her nipples were clearly stiff. The girls beat a hasty retreat. They were even subdued at breakfast later on, wearing the most un-revealing clothes I’d seen them in in days.
Of course, if they learned any sort of lesson from that experience, it was quickly forgotten. For that matter, any lesson I should have drawn from it seemed to be forgotten as well, as I still didn’t confront the girls about their behavior, which basically seemed to say that they could do as they wished.
If you’re wondering, that was sort of the final point at which I might have put a stop to the madness. I missed it, and I’d pay for it that evening.
The ‘lesson’ if that’s what it had been, didn’t take. After dinner, the girls appeared dressed to impress. Hannah arrived first, eager I think to get the seat next to me. I’d attempted stacking up couch cushions on my right side to create a sort of barrier, but the girls simply moved them and I was too much the coward to complain and explain why I wanted them there.
Hannah once again had her hair loose down her back. It ended just below her shoulders. She was wearing a silky little top, much like the one I’d seen Sam in that time she’d burst into the bathroom on me. It was a champagne color and thin and her little nipples were visible as indentations in the cloth. Below she was wearing matching, silky boyshorts. The top ended at her ribs and the panties were low-cut, leaving a lot of skin in between. Weren’t silky nightclothes a bit risque for such young girls? I couldn’t imagine where they were getting these things.
Hannah snuggled up against me as if nothing had happened during the night or that morning. As if she hadn’t held my erect cock in her fist just hours earlier, hadn’t jacked it, hadn’t rubbed her naked little pussy against my leg. In fact, if you ignored the outfit, she just seemed like her usual, chatty self.
It was Sam who was going for broke. She showed up downstairs a few minutes later just wearing panties and another of the same breast exposing little numbers she’d worn the other day. This time it was a tiny t-shirt which had undergone some alterations. It was sleeveless and cut even higher, if that’s possible, than the last. If the last one had exposed the bottom quarter of Sam’s young tits, then this one showed at least a third, if not more. The material wasn’t tight across her chest, at least not along the bottom, so the hem moved freely as she walked, and each step seemed to reveal just a hint of areola. It was frankly an obscene garment, but I was too much in shock to even say anything.
I was even more shocked when she passed in front of me. What I’d taken to be tiny, lacy panties, turned out to be a thong, which I discovered when she turned to face away from me without a word. With a sly smile, she settled down on her stomach in front of the tv, her body carefully arranged so that I’d have a perfect view up between her legs at her barely-covered pussy and her fully exposed ass. As I’d assumed, there wasn’t a single tan-line, and even the space between her legs showed the kiss of the sun. If there was any doubt that she knew the effect she was going for, it was ruined when she spread her legs wide enough to assure a full and easy view.
I’d taken to wearing long t-shirts, to better hide my crotch. I was very thankful for that at that moment. Hannah didn’t say a word, as if this kind of thing were perfectly normal. I don’t even know what was on the tv. I was aware of only two things: Sam’s body, and Hannah’s warmth at my side. In fact, I was in such a daze that I didn’t even realize when Hannah took my right hand and placed it lightly on her knee.
Sam’s ass was perfection. There was no disputing that. Firm and tanned, toned and perfectly sculpted. The thong between her legs stretched down just barely far enough to cover her asshole. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
Then she started moving.
The movements were subtle at first. My initial thought was that she was about to stand, only because I sensed the tensing of her body. Then I realized that the tensing represented a much smaller movement. She was pressing herself into the carpet. And by pressing herself, I mean she was slowly grinding her crotch against the floor. My cock, already hard, throbbed even more powerfully between my legs. I casually adjusted my shirt to make sure I was covered. My right hand, unconsciously, had began to caress Hannah’s knee.
The grinding continued. Eventually I saw Sam’s head dip as she began to pay more attention to what she was doing than to what was on the television. Her legs bent at the knee as her feet rose into the air, eventually coming together to rest, forming a V-shape which did nothing to obscure the view. Then the little humping motion became more circular. She was twisting her hips. The tensing of the muscles in her ass were clearly visible, and then her slim hips began to rise and fall a bit as she writhed. I didn’t notice the hand on my thigh. I didn’t notice that my own hand had risen higher on Hannah’s leg, that they had spread wider, and that I was now caressing her inner thigh.
I didn’t know if I was imagining it, but at that moment I could have sworn I smelled the distinctive scent of pussy in the air. My cock was aching and I longed to just pull it out and drop to the floor, plunging it to the hilt into the tight, hot, little cunt in front of me. I was shocked by the thought. It was the first time the thought had hit me so directly. Up until now this whole thing had been about teasing and exploration to me. The image of myself ramming my cock into Sam’s pussy was visceral and lurid.
That probably would have been enough to shock me out of this whole thing. Then I was suddenly aware of Hannah’s small hand on my thigh, already touching my shorts and dangerously close to my balls. My own hand froze when I realized that I was less than an inch from her tiny, cloth-covered pussy. I could actually feel the heat against my fingers and was shocked. This was going too far, I realized. Something was about to happen and I had to stop it. Right then.
Then three things happened almost simultaneously. The first was a glance at Sam which showed me that she’d shifted a bit so that she was no longer propped on her elbows. Now she was flat on her chest and her right hand had snaked underneath her body. I saw it appear suddenly between her legs, rubbing against her pussy through the soaked material of her thong. The second thing was that Hannah chose that moment to close her legs. Warned by the fact that my hand had stopped moving, she probably worried that I would move it and so she trapped it between her satiny smooth thighs. This also had the effect of pressing my fingers directly against the moist heat from her swollen pussy. The little girl gasped and then she was grabbing my cock through my shorts.
I was frozen, literally unable to move at all. I knew I should be doing something, but it was as if I needed to do so many things at once that I couldn’t do any of them. The dampness of Hannah’s tiny pussy against my fingers brought so many tactile memories that it was almost impossible to fight the instinct to plunge my fingers into that sweet little hole. Her little hand on my cock was inexperienced, but how experienced does a hand have to be to simply rub up and down? And really, how much more do guys want than a hand to rub us up and down?
Then, to make matters infinitely worse, I watched as Samantha used her thumb to hook the side of her panties and pull them aside, exposing the hairless bottom half of her swollen vulva before she quickly inserted two fingers into her gripping hole. I watched the girl’s back hunch as she began to plunge those fingers in and out, saw her ass tensing, her hips twitching. Her head began to bob in time to her thrusting fingers and the first of her moans emerged, high-pitched and filled with need. I could actually hear her fingers sliding in and out of her preteen twat.
I might have still been able to do something about it. At least that’s what I tell myself. Then Sam whipped her head back and locked eyes with me, her blue orbs drilling into me with naked lust as her tiny body shook. That look pinned me there, so that when Hannah shifted around and pulled my shirt up and took hold of the front of my shorts, I was unable to react.
I saw Sam’s eyes widen in excitement at the same moment I felt a blast of coolness against the burning rod that was my cock. I somehow managed to look away from the girl long enough to see that Hannah had pulled down the front of my shorts. My cock was glistening with precum, and the front of my underwear showed a huge wet spot where it had soaked through. Then Hannah’s little hand was wrapping around my cock. The eleven-year-old showed no hesitation this time, gripping me firmly and stroking my whole length, seemingly not caring about all the slimy precum, even using it to ease the motion of her fist up and down on my prick.
“Girls…” I gasped, wanting to protest something… anything… everything.
They ignored me. Sam continued to plunge her fingers into her pussy, now biting her lower lip while she stared at my cock, her body hunching and shuddering in obvious pleasure. Hannah continued to jack my cock, gaining confidence, and then I sensed her moving. I glanced down only long enough to see a cascade of golden hair obscuring my view of my cock.
It took me a moment to figure out what that meant and I stuttered out an ineffectual, “N-no…” but then I felt the tip of the girl’s tongue against my cockhead and I shuddered. “Hannah…” I said in a desperate croak, but there was no strength in my arms to push her away and no strength in my voice to dissuade her. Then I felt her little mouth closing around my swollen glans.
That was it for me. I tensed and grunted and felt my balls exploding in the most intense orgasm I’d experienced since I first started jacking off when I was a kid. The first blast must have taken Hannah completely by surprise because she backed off, choking, and the next few blasts of hot cum erupted in ropy streams to splash against my chest and stomach and across Hannah’s arm and hand, which remained wrapped around my spasming cock.
A gasp from Sam showed that she’d seen the display and the shaking of her body showed that it had affected her. She was twisting, falling to her side, her fingers buried in her snatch, shaking as she continued to stare, a growling moan announcing her own orgasm.
I’m not sure how long we held ourselves in that tableaux. Long enough at least that when Hannah gave my cock an experimental squeeze some time later, it was small and squishy between her fingers, a slippery little nub covered in cooling jizz.
At about that time, Sam rolled over to prop herself up on her elbows again, but this time on her ass rather than her stomach. Her panties were still a bit askew, displaying a swath of hairless pussy. The t-shirt was also out of place, leaving one of her perfect little breasts fully exposed. My cock began to stiffen again and I felt Hannah squeeze it.
“Uncle Jason – “ Sam began, but that was too much for me.
“No,” I muttered, shaking myself. “No,” I managed more forcefully, and I shook off Hannah’s hand and stood, swaying there for a moment while my cock rose and rose, finally standing out steely hard and glistening with the earlier mess. I awkwardly stuffed it into my shorts and yanked my shirt back down into place. I took a last look at the girls, Sam with her legs spread and her bared breast, Hannah with a shocking hand down the front of her panties, fingers moving inside unabashedly, and I fled.
End of part 4
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