A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 7
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
I was expecting knocking. Giggling, girlish laughter, teasing calls, attempts to twist the knob. I was expecting some or all of these things. None of them came. The more time that went by with nothing, the more nervous and concerned I got. What were they up to out there? I mean, I was done. I’d crossed the line in a huge way. I’d performed oral sex on my twelve-year-old niece. I’d exposed myself and then masturbated in front of my eleven-year-old niece. Looking, back, I couldn’t even see the line I’d crossed. So why weren’t they in here taking advantage of a beaten man?
Eventually I put my clothes in the hamper and showered. I was naked and vulnerable in the shower, especially now that I knew I couldn’t lock them out short of barricading the door. I was in a state in the shower, nervous and excited, my cock throbbing with need and expectation. They didn’t come to me.
After my shower, I dried and wandered naked in the bedroom, unsure of what to do. I was still erect. That seemed wrong, so I put on a pair of gray briefs, but they were designed to hug what a man had and even though I didn’t have as much as most other men, it hugged me all the same and my diminutive erection was plainly visible in the thin cloth. Still they didn’t make a sound. I unlocked the door.
I went and lay down on the bed, restless. I turned on the television and began absently channel surfing, not paying attention, my eyes locked on the doorknob, which I expected to turn at any moment. With my other hand, I squeezed my dick through my briefs. What were they waiting for?
Eventually I lost that edge of nervous anticipation and began paying more attention to the tv. My dick shrank. I settled back into the pillows and eventually napped.
I must have been out for awhile, because it was dusk outside the windows when I heard a light tapping on the door. I struggled out of sleep and up to my elbows while my cock struggled to hardness with a show of pluck and determination.
Hannah quietly opened the door and stuck her head inside. I could tell it was Hannah even in the dim light because of the way the light in the hall shone in her long blonde hair. Could she see I was hard from over there by the door? Did I want her to? I suddenly wished I’d gotten into bed naked and knew that was wrong.
“Uncle Jason?” she called softly. “Dinner’s ready.”
She was wearing a dress, I noticed. A sort of sundress. I’d expected her to be naked. Why was she wearing a dress? My cock ached. What was she saying?
“Did you hear me?” she asked. The door slid open a bit more. The light from the hall illuminated my feet, but no higher. A couple more inches and she’d easily be able to see my straining erection. “Dinner’s ready,” she repeated.
“Dinner?” I croaked.
*
I’ll admit, I was confused. Flummoxed really. Nothing was making sense to me. After basically capitulating to my nieces’ desires that morning, I’d been anticipating the drop of the other proverbial shoe. Not only hadn’t it come, but now they were making dinner and dressed, apparently, like normal little girls? Yeah, flummoxed about covered it.
Erring on the side of caution, I got up and dragged a brush through my hair and then pulled on a pair of white linen slacks. The gray briefs showed underneath a bit, but I wasn’t going out in public. I thought about changing to white, but I dismissed the thought. Then I pulled on a black polo shirt and with a final check in the mirror, I exited my room.
It was early evening, with just the faintest light remaining in the sky outside. Downstairs I found the girls posing next to the dining room table. The wooden table, usually uncovered, now sported a lacy tablecloth and was covered in nice china, all highlighted by three glowing candles. The girls were fully dressed except for shoes. They looked much as they had when I’d first met them at the airport.
“We made dinner, Uncle Jason,” Samantha said, stepping up to slide her arm through mine and leading me forward. Hannah came around to pull out my chair for me.
Bemused, and not a little bit confused, I sat myself. Sam took my napkin from my plate, removed the decorative ring and snapped it out before gently lying it in my lap, as if we were in an expensive restaurant.
“What’s going on?” I asked, the suspicion evident in my voice.
“Can’t a couple of girls make a nice dinner for their uncle?” Sam asked.
“Why?” I asked, not sure what else to ask.
Hannah blushed a bit and said, “We’ve been… a bit mean to you. You know…” she shrugged. “Anyway, we just wanted to make it up to you to show how much we love you.”
“Ooookay,” I said, still full of suspicion.
The girls didn’t give me much time to think about things however. Hannah began bringing dishes out from the kitchen while Sam poured me a glass of wine. I’m not usually a big wine drinker, but I was feeling off kilter and grabbed the glass as if it were a lifeline. I drank the first glass in seconds and Sam attentively filled me up again while Hannah began to dish out the food between our three plates.
Then we sat and ate. The girls were pleasant, laughing and joking and being incredibly nice and… normal. It was really making me tense. I couldn’t figure out what they were up to, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t a pleasant dinner to make up for seducing me. All through the meal I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop while drinking glass after glass of wine.
After my third glass I realized the wine was going to my head. The girls must have thought the same because they were sharing worried looks and finally Sam suggested that maybe I’d had enough. Silly girl. I could handle my wine, and I told her that in no uncertain terms, even though I may have slurred a bit.
A couple of minutes later I realized that I’d lost track of the conversation. We’d been talking about something I was sure, but the light looked funny and there was a ringing in my head. Then Sam was at my left side, while Hannah stepped up to my right.
“You should go to bed, Uncle Jason,” Hannah said.
The girls grabbed my arms, trying to get me to stand. Why would I stand? We were eating dinner. We were eating and talking about something. And there was wine.
“There’s wine in the bed,” I said, a bit indistinctly. At least, that’s what I think I said. Why did the light look so funny?
I was standing up now. The girls were helping me to stand. That was nice. We were going to get more wine. Such nice girls.
There was a noise. I realized it was giggling. Children laughing. Not in a sweet way though. Not like sitting in your living room and hearing children playing and giggling outside and feeling a smile touch the corners of your mouth. This was more like a horror movie, where the camera shifts dreamily through a misty forest while the laughter of little girls can be heard mockingly in the background, distorted and ominous.
I’m not sure how long I lay there, listening to the laughter, knowing distantly that something was very, very wrong. My body felt so heavy, my head stuffy. I couldn’t order my thoughts, and I drifted through a surreal twilight consciousness.
Eventually the giggling began to gain some clarity, thankfully losing some of its ominous quality. My body still felt heavy, and stiff, and there were strange lights. I was uncomfortable, not just unsettled, but physically uncomfortable. Something was wrong.
I groaned and the giggles stopped for a moment. My nose itched and I tried to scratch it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t scratch my nose. I’d scratched my nose many times before and it had always been an easy task. I tried to force my fuzzy mind to think about why I couldn’t scratch my nose. I latched onto a memory of being eleven years old and wearing a cast for two months after falling out of a tree and breaking my arm. Had I broken my arm? I was too old to be climbing trees.
I tried again to scratch and felt a tugging against my wrist. Was it the cast? I opened my eyes to look, but the light was too bright and I winced with a groan. That was when I felt a soft hand on my chest.
“Uncle Jason? Are you waking up?” a voice asked. I knew that voice. Who’s voice was that?
I tried opening my eyes again. There was a bright light and I squinted against it. The light moved and I was able to focus a bit. What was it? The light was moving. I heard whispers and then more soft giggles.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” the same voice called out in a sing-song. More giggles.
The cotton in my head began to clear. My vision was coming into better focus. That was Sam. She was standing near my… feet? Yes, down near my feet. I was lying down. I thought a moment and realized I was in my bed. Sam was standing near the foot of my bed. She was the one moving the light. I concentrated. The light was her phone. She was pointing it at me.
That’s when Hannah spoke. “I think he’s awake for real.”
I glanced to my right and saw my other niece. I was shocked to see she was naked. I took in her chest, mostly childishly smooth except for the slightest of mounds and her bee-stung nipples. Her crotch was mostly hidden by the post of the bed. Then something clicked in my mind. There was something about the post of the bed. My eyes followed a colorful bit of cloth. It was tied to the post, and as my eyes drifted along its length, I saw that the other end was tied around my ankle.
I tried to move my arms, and felt pressure at both wrists. Growing panicked, I looked to either side, and saw that my wrists were similarly bound. A glance along my left leg led me to another tied ankle and then up to Sam, who was still pointing her phone at me. My eyes widened as I realized she was as naked as her sister. Her firm little breasts were topped by stiff nipples.
I swallowed nervously as everything began to crystallize in my head. A final glance downward showed me that I was also naked. I twisted my right hand so that I could get hold of the scarf securing that arm and gave it a powerful yank. All I got for my trouble was a sharp pain against my wrist, but I at least had the pleasure of seeing the girls flinch.
“Untie me,” I ordered, finally finding my adult voice. “Now.”
Sam stepped forward, still aiming her phone at me. She grinned. “Maybe later,” she said. “If you’re a good boy.”
“Sam,” I said, warning clear in my voice.
A tic of nervousness flicked across her face, but she visibly rallied and shrugged it off. “You don’t want to give us what we want, so we’re going to take it,” she said.
I had no idea what that meant, and I didn’t care. My heart was beating wildly in my chest now, chasing away the last of cobwebs from my mind. I turned to Hannah. “Hannah, untie me now. You’ve had your fun, but this is too far.”
Hannah walked forward until she was standing at my side. I couldn’t help looking between her legs, at the swollen little pudenda and I was surprised to see hairs there. Not many, and very fine, but there was definitely a tiny fan of blonde hairs right at the base of her mons. Then she sat at my side.
“You’re not mad, are you, Uncle Jason?” she asked, running a teasing finger down the middle of my chest.
“Yes, I’m mad,” I told her. “This isn’t funny. Untie me.”
“But the show hasn’t even started,” she said, and her finger slid down further, down and down over my stomach until it was just touching my small pubic bush. She twirled the hairs there around her finger while she turned toward Sam and waved.
The significance of the phone finally hit me. “Are you recording this?” I asked, alarmed. My whole body stiffened.
“Of course,” Sam said with a grin.
“Girls, you can’t do this!”
“Do what?” Hannah asked. “This? Sam, zoom in.”
Sam climbed up on the bed and knelt with the camera. The light was focused between my legs and in a moment I felt Hannah’s finger teasingly caressing my cock and balls. Despite myself, I felt a stirring.
“Stop this now!” I said. I jerked my whole body, frightening both girls, testing all the bonds at once, but nothing gave. I looked at both girls desperately, but found no relief there.
After a moment to realize I couldn’t do a thing about it, Sam knelt again on the bed while Hannah climbed between my outspread legs. She stretched out there and I felt my neck straining as I held my head up, staring at her. She stared right back, a small smile on her sweet lips. Then she began to lower herself.
I let my head fall back to the mattress, closing my eyes, thinking that I could somehow wake up from this situation. Then I felt it. The barest of touches against my scrotum. I thought at first it was Hannah’s finger again, but a second, very slightly more forceful touch brought a sense of heat and moistness.
My balls shifted the third time Hannah rasped her tongue against them. I shivered despite myself. The few hairs on my balls were being tickled by tongue and lips, and the wet heat of Hannah’s tongue was causing my sac to tighten. At the same time, it was causing my dick to do the opposite.
“He’s getting hard,” I heard Sam say in a tone of voice I couldn’t quite identify.
The tongue left my balls for a moment, and I risked a glance. Sam was staring down, still filming. Hannah’s face was inches from my crotch, and the look in her young eyes made the blood rush even quicker into my cock. In moments it had stretched out to its full four inch length and had lifted up off my groin to hover just over it, bobbing with my rapid heartbeat.
Hannah reached forward then and hooked a finger around the base of my stiff penis. She pulled until I was standing straight up, and then met her sister’s eyes.
“You can do it,” Sam said.
Then Hannah met my eyes for a moment before they skittered nervously away. When she leaned in this time it wasn’t to lick my balls, but instead her tongue snaked out and traced a hot, wet path up along the length of my cock.
“Girls,” I said, almost desperately, trying to instill some calm and reason into my voice. They ignored me.
Hannah licked me again, starting at my balls and sliding her tongue upward until it rasped over my swollen cockhead. Then she shifted to a better position and, head more directly over my crotch, she used her finger against my cock to move it like a joystick, allowing her to trace her tongue in a complete circle around the pink crown.
“Remember what I said about your teeth,” Sam said.
I glanced at my older niece to see she was still kneeling with her phone pointed. She was sitting on her heels with her knees spread. The hand the wasn’t holding the phone was between her legs, and I could see her fingers sliding along her slick little pussylips. My cock jerked.
I was immediately distracted from that when I felt Hannah take my cock into her mouth for the second time. This time I was prepared for it in that I knew it was coming, but I completely underestimated the effect of it. My neck once again strained to hold my head as I stared, and the sight of my cock disappearing between the soft pink lips of my tiny eleven-year-old niece undid me.
I no longer cared about escaping. I no longer cared that I was being filmed. All I cared about was the vision of my niece slowly swallowing my cock. Unlike her older sister, Hannah had no problems taking all of me. Her lips slid down and down until they were pressed securely against the base of my cock. My cockhead was being caressed by her throat. I moaned.
At the sound, Sam said, “Let’s make him come, Hannah.”
The little girl released my cock with a smile and a last, affectionate kiss upon the crown of my cock. Then she positioned herself over me and took my cock in her tiny fist. While her sister filmed, she began to jack me.
The girl was no expert, but the situation itself was enough to get me most of the way. Still, things weren’t happening fast enough for Sam, who said, “Use the stuff.”
Hannah jumped up for a moment, and went out the door, disappearing towards the bathroom. My eyes followed her tiny ass.
“She’s very pretty,” Sam said, and I saw she was staring at me, camera still filming. “I bet you can’t wait to lick her pussy.” She smiled as I felt myself blushing. “Or maybe you want something else,” Sam teased, reaching out and wrapping her fist around my cock. “Maybe you want to put this inside her.”
Hannah returned then, clutching a bottle of baby oil. Sam said, “Uncle Jason wants to put his cock in your little pussy, Hannah.”
“Sam,” I said, pleadingly.
Hannah looked confused. “I thought you wanted to go first.”
Those words sounded in my head like an explosion. “No way!” I exclaimed. “You girls have to untie me!”
“Uh-uh,” Sam said in a teasing voice, while gently stroking my erection. “You’re going to fuck both of us.” Then she looked pointedly at the scarves securing me to my bed and said, “Or rather we’re going to fuck you.”
“You can’t!”
Sam shrugged and released my cock, but it was free for only a moment, as Hannah, who had just poured a handful of oil into her hand, grabbed it and began to spread the warm liquid up and down my shaft. Sparks of pleasure raced through me and I fought the urge to moan.
“You don’t have much choice, Uncle Jason,” Hannah said. Then she bent to her task.
I did groan then, unable to hold it in as Hannah’s small hand began to race up and down on my throbbing erection, which glistened in the overhead light. Again, the eleven-year-old wasn’t an expert in male masturbation, but a lubricant and a hard dick is really all that’s necessary, and a little youthful enthusiasm apparently went a long way as well.
Then Hannah reached between my legs and took my balls into her other hand. My hips began to tremble as I tried to keep myself from coming, but I knew it wasn’t going to last.
“Get ready to stop, he’s about to do it!” Sam called.
Hannah continued to race her slick hand up and down over my aching boner until I gave an explosive gasp. I felt myself spasm and Hannah’s hand stopped, holding me tightly while I throbbed in her fist, streams of hot jizz shooting upward to fall back and land stinging on my stomach.
My breathing was rapid, but beginning to slow when Hannah released me. I saw her look at her hand, which was dripping with my cum.
“That was awesome,” Sam said.
“It’s all over my hand,” Hannah said, a slight tone of disgust in her voice.
The light on the phone winked out. “Let’s clean you up,” she said, and the girls got up from the bed and went out the door.
End of part 7
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