Author name: Jason Crow

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.

*
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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

Copyright 2018 – Rwxxx13
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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 6
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

I just lay there for awhile. I lay there long enough for my cock to soften again, lost in thought. It took me awhile to realize that after I’d finished eating out Samantha’s pussy I hadn’t protested at all when she went after my cock again. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. I was honestly unsure if that was a good or a bad thing.

There was nothing about this situation that was right, but I was no longer thinking that it was all wrong either. At some point, probably within the last hour, there had come a shift in my thinking. While I loved my nieces and wanted to protect them, I was also now viewing them as sexual objects. Of course, I’d been looking at them as sexual objects for weeks by that time, but I hadn’t been able to admit it to myself.

I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of them in this way, but I couldn’t deny it any longer. It was maybe an hour since Sam had left the room and my cock was still stiff and hovering over my groin. I was even leaking again.

I smelled bacon.

I felt my stomach growl.

I wanted to go downstairs. Get some breakfast. I didn’t move. My erection was still raging and I knew going downstairs wouldn’t do anything to make it go down. I was scared to leave my room. I didn’t know what I’d do the next time I saw my nieces.

Sighing, I slid off the end of the bed and let my hard dick lead me to the bathroom, where I turned on the shower. As I stood waiting for the water to warm, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Did I look like a pervert? My rigid little cock didn’t help. It bounced and twitched as I moved. I stared at my image. It occurred to me, not for the first time, that if you didn’t see my face, which was a bit too masculine, and if I had less pubic hair, I could probably pass for a boy not much older than my nieces. I wondered what the boy Sam had mentioned looked like naked.

My cock throbbed. Great. Now I was thinking about naked boys. I decided that I did indeed look like a pervert. I hopped into the shower and cleaned up quickly. I almost turned off the water, but I looked down at my hard prick. Not sure how much good it would do, I rapidly jacked off and within a short time I was splattering my seed against the glass shower door.

Breathing heavily, I rinsed the door, turned off the water and sluiced water off my body. I dried off and then returned to the bedroom, where I quickly dressed in black briefs, cotton slacks and a casual button-up shirt. My cock was as hard as ever.

I grabbed my wallet, sunglasses, and the keys to the Mercedes my sister had left me to use. I went downstairs, expecting to be accosted by my nieces any moment. Nothing. A glance in the kitchen showed that breakfast had already been consumed and cleaned up afterwards.

I was crossing the living room when I saw them. They were outside at the pool. Apparently they were done with all pretense. Both girls were gloriously naked. Sam I had just seen, and she was even more spectacular in the sunlight and dripping with water. Hannah was a revelation. It was hard to tell from so far away if she had hair between her legs; even Sam’s golden curls were nearly invisible. The younger girl’s tiny breasts were beautiful however, half the size of her older sisters, but no less arousing. My dick, still tight in my briefs, twitched.

I shook myself to break from the spell they cast on me. I had to get out of the house. Knowing I’d never be able to leave if I went out and talked to them, I wrote a quick note and left it on the kitchen table, then escaped out to the garage and into the heart of Nice.

*​
I have to admit that Nice is beautiful. The city is set in a bowl, mostly surrounded by hills except to the south, where it opens to the blue water of the Mediterranean. The city slopes down to the water, and I’d spent most of my trip going downhill. I eventually found parking, and then just began walking the streets.

There were people everywhere, and most of them seemed to be tourists. I heard several languages being spoken as I walked along, most of which I at least recognized, although I couldn’t speak them. The smells of food were everywhere, as well as the murmur of voices and traffic and, distantly, surf.

I eventually found a small cafe and ordered coffee. I watched the people passing by, hoping I think to catch the sight of some beautiful women. They were everywhere. Unfortunately, my eyes were restless and I just couldn’t concentrate on them. Every sort of woman, every race and shape, were displayed on the streets, many of them gorgeous enough to be models, and yet I barely glanced at them. My mind was stuck on the image of my nieces as their wet, nude bodies glistened in the sun by the pool.

Frustrated, I paid my bill and left. I headed towards the water. There was a wide walkway overlooking the beach, and it was thronged with people. The beach itself was packed with folks, with spread out towels and beach umbrellas everywhere. The beach was surprisingly rocky, but it didn’t seem to be bothering people, who were either lying on it or walking or running up and down it.

The surf was strong and there were many kids playing in the water. I made my way down to the beach and began walking, my eyes moving behind my sunglasses and feeling a bit out of place in my long pants. The men mostly wore trunks, and the women ranged from slightly modest to fairly immodest. I didn’t seen any thongs, but there were plenty of little bikinis. Boys mostly seemed to wear Speedo type swimsuits. Girls were either in bikinis or one piece suits.

I found myself more and more looking at the girls, guiltily checking out the budding breasts of frolicking little teens and preteens. I even found my eyes drifting to some of the boys, looking up and down their silky-skinned young forms, gaze searching again and again for the little bulges in the front. Unsurprisingly, I saw at least a couple of boys who looked to be in about the twelve to thirteen age range who showed more downstairs than I had myself. The thought provided a strange mixture of shame and excitement.

When I felt my erection returning, I decided it was time to retreat. Not that my dick is very noticeable most of the time in my pants, but obviously this jaunt out into the real world wasn’t doing me much good. My thoughts were just as much on my nieces as they’d been when I left, perhaps even more. I returned to the car.

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I didn’t exactly sneak back into the house, but I also did nothing to announce my presence. The garage door is quiet and I was careful when I entered the door that let into a small room off the kitchen that I didn’t make a lot of noise. I had it in my mind that I would make my way quietly up to my room where maybe I could get a nap and try to forget about my situation for awhile.

I was nervous as I went into the living room far enough to get a peek out at the pool, but the girls weren’t out there. I kicked my sandals off by the front door and then headed to the stairs. I reached the head of the stairs before I heard anything, and at first I didn’t know what it was.

I had a choice. The guest bedroom where I was staying, was left from the top of the stairs. The sound was coming from the right. I could just turn left and get behind a closed door. That would have been the smart thing. As you’ve likely noticed, it had been awhile since I’d done the smart thing.

To the right of the stairs was the room shared by Sam and Hannah. There were more rooms in the house, so the girls could have had separate rooms, but they apparently preferred to share. The other rooms were converted to an office, a gym, and my guest room. By now I was actively trying to be quiet, and I moved cautiously down the hallway, the sound that had drawn me growing louder.

Before I got to the room, the door of which I could already see was standing open, the sound had resolved itself to something recognizable. I stopped just short of the threshold, heart pounding in my chest and cock straining inside my pants. I already had an idea of what I’d see. The sound was rapid breathing with an occasion low moan.

Knowing full well it was a mistake, and completely unable to stop myself, I eased forward so that I could peek into the room. Hannah lay on her bed, her long hair undone from its usual ponytail and spread in a golden crown across her pink pillow. Her eyes were closed. Her little girl breasts were fully exposed, tiny nipples stiff, the mounds underneath were puffy cones.

I slid further to the right. The girl’s stomach rose and fell as she breathed. Her little fists were clenched at her hips. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide, fully exposing herself to her sister, who lay with her head buried between her little sister’s thighs. Sam was obviously putting into practice the lessons she’d learned from me that morning, and the wet sounds of her mouth against her baby sister’s tiny pussy sent electric thrills through me.

Afraid of being caught, I began to back away, but when my eyes skipped away from what Sam was doing, they locked onto the blue eyes of Hannah, who was looking right at me with a smile. I took in a breath to say something, to apologize maybe. I’m not sure. Hannah stopped me with a finger to her lips.

The eleven-year-old looked down at her sister working her mouth against her preteen pussy and she looked back at me with an even wider grin. She began to mouth words, but I couldn’t understand what she wanted and shook my head and shrugged.

She exaggerated a single word a couple of time, and thinking I’d gotten it, I pinched the cloth of my slacks between my fingers and mouthed, ‘pants’?

Hannah nodded happily and then mouthed what was clearly the word, ‘down’. It took a moment for those two words to connect themselves in my brain into a recognizable phrase, but then I got it and my eyes widened. Hannah moaned again, but her eyes, though they fluttered, never left mine. I knew I should leave, but that moan had sent a thrill through me, and my cock was aching so much. She’d already seen it. What was the harm in letting her see it again? I was at least ten feet away from her. What would be the harm?

I didn’t take much convincing. I unbuttoned and then slowly, and I hoped quietly, unzipped them. Then I carefully let them down to pool around my ankles. Hannah’s eyes were at the spot where my dick strained against my black briefs.

It didn’t take a genius to figure her next mouthed words. ‘Let me see’.

I almost eagerly pushed my briefs down, releasing my grateful cock, which slapped whisper quiet against my groin. A bit of wiggling and my briefs joined my slacks around my ankles. I stepped out of them. I looked to Hannah in time to see her lick her lips. Her eyes were glowing and she was beginning to move around on the bed, her small body writhing with the pleasure her big sister was giving her.

My cock stood straight up, twitching between the tails of my shirt. I felt a cool touch on my balls and realized it was a stream of precum which had finally reached that far, cooling a bit in its downward trek.

Hanna’s next instruction was the easiest to decipher. She reached her left hand out toward me and her fingers curled as if to circle a cock, and then she made a small jacking motion. I thought perhaps that she was asking me to come to her so that she could jack my cock, but I preferred to think she meant I should jack myself, if only because I was afraid of what would happen if I walked into that room now, naked and hard, while Sam ate out her little sister’s pussy.

So I reached down and took my cock in my fist. Just the head remained exposed, and I squeezed myself. My knees nearly buckled. Hannah’s eyes glowed. Then, eyes locked with my eleven-year-old niece, I began to jerk myself. Hannah visibly shuddered and I saw her back arch as she was obviously hit with a wave of pleasure. She reached down and gripped the insides of her thighs in either hand, squeezing. Her legs shook and she took a shuddering breath, but her eyes never left my cock.

I used the dripping precum to ease my hand’s passage up and down on my straining erection. I pinched my nipples with my left hand, then reached down to pull and tickle my balls, which were already tightening between my legs.

Hannah’s breathing was growing harsher, and her moans louder. “Faster!” she gasped. “Uhhhh, faster!”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to Samantha, but my hand began to move even more rapidly up and down my thin cock. My legs began to shake and I was involuntarily thrusting my hips. Hannah’s back hunched even further and she gasped hugely. I lost it then. I stood shaking as my cock began to erupt, three big streams of hot cum blasting forth onto the carpet in the girls’ room and then another three lesser spurts, the last of which landed with a soft plop on my briefs below.

Hannah began to wail and shake then, her eyes locked on my spurting cock, her hands now clutching at her mostly flat chest, her childish body jerking in spasms. I released my dick, which continued to bounce and twitch between my legs, releasing another small dollop of jism to drip downward. Hand dripping with cum, I reached down and gathered my pants and briefs and slunk down the hall to my room.

End of part 6

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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 5
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

So… that could have gone better. I was back in my room, my back to the door, with the door carefully locked. I could feel the cold clamminess of cum on my dick and balls, and after a moment I stripped off my shorts and briefs. Unwilling to go to the bathroom, I used my shorts to clean myself as best as I could. Then I stripped off my shirt and laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to think.

Of course, rational thought was proving decidedly difficult to attain when all I could think about was Sam fingering her pussy and Hannah’s small hand wrapped around my cock. And hadn’t Sam’s little breast been beautiful? Her softly brown areola had been about the size of a quarter and she had little pink, eraser sized nipples. Even mostly on her back the breast I’d seen was firm and thrusting out proudly. Reminded me of that Bob Seger song. ‘…with points all her own, sitting way up high. Way up firm and high.‘

Hannah had sucked my cock! How the hell had I forgotten that? I mean, okay, she’d just barely started when I came, but my cock had definitely been in her sweet, warm mouth. I hadn’t seen it, but imagining those little pink lips wrapped around me… Dammit. I shuddered and realized that my cock was straining upward, hovering over my belly and bobbing with my heartbeat.

I rolled onto my side and grabbed a pillow and stuck it between my legs. Then I fluffed up my other pillow and closed my eyes, determined to sleep and put this all out of my mind, praying that the morning would bring a solution to this situation.

It didn’t.

In fact, the daylight brought a whole new level of living hell.

I was dreaming again. This time I was reliving the night before, when Hannah took me into her mouth. I saw myself on the couch, staring at Sam masturbating herself, although this time she was on her back and she was naked and her legs were widely spread so that she was fully displayed. Hannah was also naked, and in the weird way of dreams, she was also on the floor, between her sister’s legs with her head buried in Sam’s muff. Or maybe she was between Carly’s legs? It was pretty confusing. I just knew Hannah’s mouth on my cock felt great.

In fact, it felt really great. Surprisingly great. Like, too good to be real great, if such a thing can be applied to a blowjob. Hmm, scratch that. Thinking about it, all blowjobs feel too good to be real. Anyway, there was something about this one that was cutting ribbons in the dream cloud upon which I was floating. Or some other poetic crap like that.

The long and short of it is that I suddenly snapped awake. No slow drifting up towards consciousness this time. I was dreaming, and then I was fully awake and staring at the ceiling, but the sensation of a mouth on my cock continued. Horrified, I gasped and looked downward.

At first all I saw was blonde and I immediately thought Hannah, but then I noticed the boyish cut and realized it was the older girl. At that moment her head shifted and her eyes met mine. About a third of my cock was embedded between those sweet pink lips. I saw them stretch in a smile and then she was drawing herself upward along the shaft, giving my glans a final, delicious little suck and tease with her tongue before she lifted away with a sensuous lick of her sparkling lips.

“How was it?” she asked in a husky whisper. “I’ve been watching videos to learn how.”

“How-?” I began, my eyes flicking anxiously from her to the door.

Guessing my thought, she said, “It’s easy to open the locks. There’s a little metal thing on the jamb above all the doors. In case someone gets locked in or something I guess.”

Then she rose to her knees and I saw that she was completely naked. I couldn’t help it; I stared. The perfect little breast I’d seen the night before was matched by another just as perfect. Her arms were thin, but with a muscular tone. Her stomach was flat, toned, even a bit muscular in a completely feminine way. She was the athlete of the family, if you haven’t figured that out by now. She had narrow, boyish hips. This close I could not only see the small bush of golden curls that formed a little triangle about an inch and a half high, but the pinkness of the sleek little lips beneath.

Somehow I managed to summon the strength to say, “Sam, you need to go. Now.” Okay, I wasn’t as forceful as I’d have liked. In fact, my voice came out sounding much more like a kitten than a lion, but at least I’d put my foot down. Sorta.

Samantha grinned. How did a twelve-year-old girl smile with that much confidence? I was the adult here. I was the one with experience. I knew she’d never seen an adult cock outside a video before she saw me in the shower. How was she managing me with such ease?

“You don’t want me to go,” she said, with almost a sad smile, as if disappointed in my naivete. Then with that she straddled my hips. I stared at her, shocked, but made no further move or sound of protest. Between her legs, her little pussylips gaped the slightest bit.

Then she was bending over, her face coming closer to mine, filling my vision. Her lips were so pink. I felt her small breasts press against my chest. Her lips brushed against mine like a whisper in a dream, and then her mouth was against my ear. “You want me,” she said so softly I could barely hear her, breath tickling my ear. Then I felt her hot, wet, preteen pussy press down against the shaft of my cock.

I moaned and shuddered involuntarily. I itched with the need to reach out and take those tiny asscheeks in my hands, to squeeze them and pull her closer, to slide my cock between those slick little lips and then to drive my cock deep into her tight, young cunt. I was vibrating with the sudden need to fuck her and my cock lurched against her, making her look up at me and smile.

Still I resisted. “We can’t, Sam,” I managed in a strangled croak. “This is wrong. Please.”

“It feels right to me,” Sam said in a husky voice as she began to move her hips, sliding along my rigid length, soaking me with her wetness.

“We can’t,” I said, trying again. “We’re family. You’re too young. I don’t even have protection.” I was throwing out every excuse I could think of. “Hannah could hear. What if your mom found out? It could hurt you. I could go to jai–”

Sam shut me up with a kiss. Her lips were so soft against mine. The way she moved her mouth, the way her tongue stole into my mouth, left me no doubt that she’d done this before. My cock throbbed even harder and I moaned when I heard the little, mewling sounds of need she couldn’t conceal.

Finally, with an abruptness that shocked me, Sam pulled backward and stared down at me, hips no longer moving, but her pussy against my cock no less exciting for the stillness. Her blue eyes blazed with hunger. “I’ll go on one condition,” she said with a level of calmness that was betrayed by the husky timbre of lust in her voice. Then she slid her right hand down between her legs, a finger dipping in between those puffy pink lips in a manner that was entirely too provocative for any twelve-year-old.

Seeing that I was in no condition to inquire, she answered my unspoken question. “You have to eat me out. My pussy.” She stumbled a bit over the word, but she got it out.

“Sam, I – “ I began.

She heard the denial in my voice and halted me with a glare. “It’s that, or…” she said and then paused dramatically. At that moment I felt her fist wrap around my cock and reposition it. It only took me a moment to realize where it was; right at the entrance to her virgin pussy. To leave no doubt, she bore down a bit and I felt myself begin to enter her.

“Okay!” I said, relenting.

I shuddered again as I felt her hot pussy lose contact with my cock. Then I cursed myself for a fool, not only for what I had just agreed to do, but for what I was passing up in order to do it. I realized I was nine kinds of idiot, but I felt backed into a corner. In hindsight, once again, I could have probably just put a stop to it. I mean, I know I keep saying that, and maybe it’s true and maybe it isn’t. The fact is, the first time Sam saw my cock and I saw her in those skimpy panties, I think I was lost. There had been a spark of inevitability in that moment and I think the die were cast for us all.

Still, I couldn’t help but give it one last shot, ineffectual as it was. “Why, Sam?”

She blushed a bit, but her hand was still wrapped around my cock, so she couldn’t be feeling too shy. She shrugged her thin shoulders and said, “I’ve read about it and stuff, and I really want to try it. No boy my age is gonna do that. Trust me,” she said in a way which made me think she actually knew, which brought up all sorts of questions. She slid back a bit then, so that she was hovering over my thighs. Her eyes went to my rigid cock, still clutched in her hand. She gently jacked it a couple of times, making me squirm. Without looking up she said, “Me and Hannah tried it a couple times, but we don’t really know what we’re doing.”

I was a bit shocked. The image of the girls in a sixty-nine suddenly flashed through my head and I felt my cock lurch. Samantha noticed and looked up at me. “Your thing is really great,” she said with a smile. “I really like how it feels.”

My first instinct was to make some joking comment about how much my cock liked being felt, but I managed to choke that thought. Instead I said, “Please stop.”

Sam then looked from my cock up to my eyes and back to my cock. She grinned again, that confident smile she’d worn before. “Does it feel good?” she asked. Then with a twinkle in her eyes she slid down, bent over, and once again rasped her little pink tongue against my drooling glans.

“Please, Sam,” I begged, but whether I was begging her to stop or to go further, I couldn’t have told you.

“Mmmm,” the girl cooed as she slowly engulfed the widely-flared head of my cock. I felt her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh and I shuddered.

Then, with a girlish giggle, she was leaning back, licking her softly pink lips. She then flopped onto her back and spread her legs and said, “Now it’s your turn.”

My turn, I thought, with the oddest mixture of dread and excitement. I sat up, feeling my cock pressing against my groin. This time there were no panties to obscure my view, and I stared directly at my niece’s naked preteen pussy.

The hairs on her swollen mound were golden blonde, sparse, and wispy. They formed a small triangle just above her vagina, all leading down and in to a central point at the tip of the triangle. There were just a few stray hairs stretching downward to each side, but the majority of the hair was above, leaving the puffy outer lips mostly hairless. In between those, just barely visible because she was so swollen, sat her inner lips, just a line of pink in the shadows, but I could see the wetness glistening within.

As I maneuvered closer, I could smell her, that familiar odor of a woman’s sex, but fresher and sweeter than I’d ever encountered. As I stared between Sam’s widespread legs, at her pubescent sex, I told myself not to do it. To throw her out of my room, to stand up and do the right thing. But my heart was beating rapidly, my cock throbbing madly, and with every heaving breath, the scent of her filled and inflamed me.

As I settled between her legs, my cock digging almost painfully into the mattress, my face inches from her young pussy, I decided that the very least I could do would be to exact some punishment for forcing me into this act. While I accepted that I was too weak to deny her request, there was at least one way that I could make her pay.

I started with her legs. I heard her gasp and felt her tense as I began to kiss and lick at her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft. I attacked her with whispering kisses and hot trails of wetness from my tongue as I moved closer and closer to her core. She was already shuddering when my mouth reached the top of her thigh, my cheek just barely brushing against her sex. I breathed then, my hot exhalations making her quiver, before giving her just one light lick up her center, forcing out of her a shocked moan. Then, defying her expectations, I retreated, moving to the knee of her opposite leg before repeating the same process.

Once again, I gave her a teasing lick along her tiny pussy before retreating. She pushed her slim hips up, wanting more, but giving her a quick release was no longer in the cards for her. Instead, in what was becoming a rare show of dominance for me, I rose to my knees. Her eyes locked on my throbbing cock, straining powerfully upward, hugging my groin. Growling a bit for effect, I gripped her around her tiny waist and pulled her towards me, eliciting a startled yelp from her. Then I was hovering down over her body, gathering her up beneath me while I began to attack her neck.

Sam shuddered beneath me as I sucked and licked at the tender flesh of her neck, arching her back as I moved downward, then gasping as I began to tease one of her tiny nipples with my tongue and teeth. I could practically take her entire breast into my mouth. I spent a few minutes then going back and forth between the two perfect little tits, biting and teasing and licking. Then her hands reached between us and found me, both curling around my length, using my dripping precum to slide up and down along my throbbing shaft. She had to release her grip as I moved lower, and I was struck by just how tiny she seemed beneath me. At twelve, Samantha was not even five feet tall. Add in her slight, preteen build, and even I, with my small build, dwarfed her.

Hovering over her, I began to slide downward, my hands lingering behind to tease and tweak her adorable little breasts. I licked and kissed my way down across her flat stomach, tasting her skin, learning all her curves and untouched places. I lingered at her navel, my tongue teasing it, making her writhe. As my body began to settle between her slim, athletic thighs, my hands stroked her skin, nails lightly teasing her sides.

My tongue traced a wet, hot line down from her navel until it reached her wispy golden hairs. The smell of her was everywhere. I began to tease the entire area, lips and tongue teasing around the little pubic bush, then through it, before I dipped lower and began to lap against her swollen outer lips. She writhed beneath me, panting, trying to force her tiny pussy upward against my face.

I finally slid my hands underneath her, cupping that perfect ass in my palms. My thumbs snaked up between her legs and I brought them together, only to ease them apart, spreading her vulva wide. Then I looked down at her. She was so pink. Her little outer lips were swollen, the inner lips a sleek line of glistening pinkness, just barely spread. A bit of maneuvering and a gasp from Sam, and I slipped those lips apart with my thumbs, showing me the tiny hole at her center.

Overwhelmed, I attacked her core, my tongue immediately spearing for that little opening. I dipped into her again and again, her taste filling my mouth, causing my cock to throb madly against the mattress. Sam squealed beneath me and she pressed her trembling thighs against the sides of my head, slender hips lifting up off the bed. I knew she was coming, and the thought filled me with a sense of power. They might have their power over me, but this was my power over them. Experience and expertise. If having a smaller dick had done anything for me, it had made me into an expert lover.

While Samantha shook underneath me, I knew I’d barely begun. Just as she began to come down from her climax, I attacked her tiny clitoris. I didn’t tease my way up to it, playing around, making it last. Instead, I went right at it, sucking it between my lips, flicking it wildly with my tongue. The little girl went crazy beneath me, her hands on the back of my head, although the way she was moving them I was sure that even she didn’t know if she was trying to pull me close or push me away.

Once again Samantha’s preteen body vibrated with ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her. She was mumbling gibberish, practically crying, her head shaking back and forth. I waited right until she began to come down from that high before I slid a finger in between those tiny pussylips and into her gripping little cunt. I felt her hymen, stretched tight across the entrance, with just barely enough room for me to maneuver my finger between. Even still, I could feel her tighten a bit as she likely felt a twinge of discomfort.

That discomfort was forgotten moments later when my finger got a little further inside her, then her little snatch tightened down around my finger like a vice, attempting to suck it further inside her. Licking now at her swollen clit, I began to work my finger in and out of her, and I could hear her shuddering breath and feel the trembling of her body through the palm of my left hand, which gently stroked her stomach. I slid it upward then to caress a tiny breast, and she clutched at my arm desperately.

That was when I decided she was ready for my next step. Slipping my finger out of her gripping pussy, I immediately replaced it with my thumb. It was thicker, and had a harder time slipping through her hymen, but she didn’t resist, being too far gone by then. Then, with my finger, still slick with her little girl juices, I began to circle her tiny rosebud. I felt her tense, her whole body quivering with surprise, then she gasped as I sank my finger into her ass to the second knuckle. At the same moment, I went back to sucking on her tiny clit.

It was as if I’d hit her with an electric current. Her back arched, lifting her ass up off the bed. Her thighs were vibrating and the muscles there standing out in her tanned skin. I could feel the convulsions of her little pussy around my thumb, and the way her asshole clutched at my finger.

If Hannah had been unaware of what was happening with me and her older sister behind the closed door of my room, there was no way she could remain so after that. Samantha wailed as if she were being murdered, at the same time gasping for breath as if she were drowning.

Finally, after I’m not sure how long, she began to quiet. I slid my thumb and finger out of her abused little holes with a gasp from Sam and rolled over onto my back, my feet hanging off the end of the mattress. Between my legs, my cock continued to throb, leaking a copious amount of precum which had already stained the sheets and now left a growing puddle on my groin.

It wasn’t long, maybe just over a minute, before I felt her moving and saw her shift from the corner of my eye. Somehow I was just as spent as she was, or so I felt. Her little feet hit the carpeted floor then, and I watched as she walked on shaky legs around the side of the bed to stand looking down at me. She was so beautiful it took my breath away, her nudity still shocking to me. Taboo and exciting. My cock twitched. Sam obviously noticed, as her eye went to it.

“That was…” she began in her young girl voice. “It was amazing,” she finished a bit lamely, as clearly the words she really wanted to use had escaped her. Then she met my eyes and said, “Thanks, Uncle Jason.”

I felt odd that she was thanking me for eating her pussy, and then the situation became even weirder as she sank between my legs and wrapped her right hand around my cock. Her touch made me gasp. She squeezed me, bringing up a bubble of precum, which she swooped in and took with her tongue. Then I was in her mouth.

I’d lifted my head to look at her before, and now it dropped back and my eyes fluttered shut. Sam continued to hold me with an encircling thumb and finger while her mouth began to work hungrily up and down on the shaft of my cock. She was taking most of my four inches, using her hand to jack the lowest part of me. Then her left hand was playfully touching my balls. The thought of those little hands at work on me, with their little bubble-gum pink painted nails, while her innocent mouth stretched around my cock was nearly as powerful an intoxicant as the fingers and mouth themselves.

It didn’t take long before I was crashing over the edge. I growled out a warning, but I’m not sure if Sam didn’t hear me or didn’t care. She continued to suck at me and moments later I tensed while my poor balls finally exploded. I emptied myself into my niece’s mouth, shooting blast after blast of hot jizz.

Sam took the first, and bit of the second. My eyes opened enough to see her back off and she caught half of the second shot of cum across her lips and cheek, and a third caught her under the chin and then she’d backed off enough that the rest shot up and landed amidst my pubic hair, until the last couple of weak spurts dribbled over her fingers.

The pink tip of her tongue snaked out between her lips and took in the streak of viscous fluid that coated them. I could see her tasting it cautiously, moving it around in her mouth. She released my slowly softening dick and examined the back of her hand, which was literally dripping with my jizz. She used her tongue to collect a much larger sample.

After a moment, she felt me staring at her. She shrugged and gave a small, slightly embarrassed grin. “Tastes weird,” she said.

I wasn’t sure what to say, and my mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Sam grinned again and leaned down. My cock was growing soft now, once again a little bit of pink mushroom head in amidst soft blond curls, now messed with sticky clumps of sperm.

She gave me a light kiss on my little dickhead and then rose to her feet. Another look down at my cock and then an affectionate squeeze of my dick and a soft tickle of my balls. My dick reacted, stiffening a bit and Samantha giggled and squeezed it again. It struggled upward to its full four inches and Sam looked pleased, but she went no further.

“You’re so adorable, Uncle Jason,” she said, and then she blew me a kiss and turned and left the room, leaving me staring after her magnificent ass while my cock throbbed between my legs.

End of part 5

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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.

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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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