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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice

In A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice we meet Jason and his two nieces. And, just to be clear, this is another Jason :). Rwxxx13 wrote this before (or right about when I started) I started my own work, so I’m assuming he didn’t have me in mind here… But it’s not about me! Rwxxx13 created a great story here! It is set in France (You can probably guess which city) and we follow the main character as he gets more and more ‘involved’ with his younger nieces. There’s some very mild bondage in this one, too. There’s even some resemblance with ‘The Esses’ written by me, but I can assure you that I haven’t read this story before writing it. And I guess in this business, there are always similarities between stories.

Thanks to Tosh01 for pointing out the stories written by Rwxxx13 I missed!

Sadly, there won’t be more parts written by Rwxxx13…


A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 1
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 2
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 3
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 4
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 5
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 6
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 7
A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 8

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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 8

A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 8
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

I once again began to struggle against my bonds. They only grew tighter. I tried to twist them. I tried scooting around, seeing if I could get slack enough to work out of them. Nothing. By the time the girls returned, I was out of breath from struggling.

“We tied them tight,” Sam said.

“Daddy taught us how to tie knots,” Hannah added. The she stepped forward, presenting a wet washcloth. “We don’t want you to get all sticky,” she said, before she proceeded to wipe my spunk off my belly and from my small, soft penis. It plumped a bit between her fingers.

“Girls, you’ve had your fun,” I said reasonably. “Please untie me now before this goes too far.”

“But we just got started,” Sam said in an infinitely reasonable tone of voice. The light on the phone reappeared and I knew she was filming me again. She was standing next to me and I couldn’t help staring at her body. Hannah tossed the washcloth aside, and my penis was revealed, at least half hard and on the rise. She sat beside me and took me between her fingers. Within moments I was fully erect.

Hannah grinned. “You didn’t want to let us play, but now we can play as much as we want.” The young girl squeezed my cock, then slowly jacked it a few times.

“We were getting tired of playing by ourselves,” Sam said, reaching down to playfully pinch her little sister’s puffy nipples. Hannah looked up and grinned at her. Even though I’d seen them together before, this casual sex play between them was making my cock throb almost painfully.

Then Hannah rose to her knees in the space between my side and my outstretched right arm. With a quick movement, she straddled my chest and I couldn’t help but stare between her legs.

“Do you like my nenette?” she asked, the words sounding so wrong coming from such a young girl. The vague French accent just made it all the more sensual. I wasn’t familiar with the term, which must have been French, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she meant.

The thing was, I did like her pussy. Very much. With her legs spread enough to straddle my chest, and as close as she was, there was very little I couldn’t see. Her swollen little vulva was completely hairless except for that tiny fan of silky, barely-visible hairs right above her slitted sex. I could see the pinkness of her narrow little inner lips, which already glistened with moisture, speaking to the girl’s own excitement.

Captive or not, I couldn’t lie. “You’re beautiful,” I said honestly.

Sam quickly took Hannah’s spot, sitting down at my side. As I watched, her hand slid up her little sister’s thigh. It went higher and higher, and I found myself wishing it was my hand stroking that velvety flesh. Finally, Samantha’s fingers found her baby sister’s cunny, and as I watched, she stroked the girl’s little flower, sliding a finger back and forth along her glimmering slit from behind. Her other hand held her phone, and I was surprised she was so willing to show herself pleasuring her little sister’s sex. Of course, she wasn’t hesitating to show themselves pleasuring their uncle.

Hannah shuddered as she knelt over me. I could feel my cock pulsing strongly. Then Samantha straightened her index finger and began to work it upward, slipping it between the lips of her sister’s little pussy, making it disappear up inside the girl. Once Sam had her finger fully inside Hannah’s cunt, she began to work it in and out.

Hannah’s eyelids fluttered and she reached up to clutch her nascent breasts. Then Sam removed her finger and leaned close and whispered something in the younger girl’s ear. Hannah grinned and maneuvered herself once again, this time straddling my head. I knew what was coming, but was shocked at the eleven-year-old’s boldness, so much that I didn’t say a word as she lowered herself, and suddenly my mouth was being pressed against her pubescent pussy.

The thought to struggle left me the moment I caught the scent of my niece’s little cunt. Instead, I began to attack her with lips and tongue. Hannah gasped above me and pressed herself down tighter against my mouth. Her virgin pussy was like ambrosia to me, and I knew my cock must be leaking copiously. I licked along the entirety of her slit, then slid my tongue into her, jabbing again and again before going after her tiny clit, sucking at the surrounding flesh while she panted and moaned and whispered my name.

With Hannah’s pussy in my mouth and her body blocking my view of the room, I wasn’t prepared when Sam took hold of my cock and guided it into the wetness of her mouth. I moaned and lifted my hips. Sam allowed it, taking nearly all of my cock before putting a bracing hand against my groin. Then her mouth began to bob up and down on my short length.

Hannah began to grind herself against my mouth, her slim hips making little circles. It must have been an instinctual movement, or perhaps something she’d discovered fooling around with her sister. Again, it struck me as wrong for an eleven-year-old to be doing it, but I couldn’t deny how fucking sexy I found it. In fact, I was so involved in her and her delicious little cunt that I didn’t notice right away that Sam had stopped sucking me.

Then light once more stung my eyes. I realized that Hannah now had the phone and she was filming me as I ate out her little pussy. I stopped for a moment, unsure what to do, but Hannah continued to grind herself against my mouth, and my desire for her tasty cunt soon had me enthusiastically licking her again. After a minute the light disappeared.

I discovered what Sam was up to moments later when I felt another kind of heat against my cock. The slick, sliding motion let me know exactly what it was, even if I couldn’t see it. Sam was atop me, and she was grinding her hot little pussy against the length of my straining dick. Back and forth, exciting and wetting the thin shaft. I heard Sam’s muffled voice, and then sound returned for just a moment as Hannah got up and turned before settling her crotch against my face again. She was now facing my feet. I assumed Sam was facing her sister.

Then I felt Sam’s gripping hand pulling me upright, and almost immediately after, the molten heat at the entrance of my twelve-year-old niece’s preteen pussy. I tried to say something, to struggle, but my bound limbs kept me in place, and Hannah’s little cunt kept my cries to muffled, unintelligible cries. After a moment I felt more of Samantha’s wet heat surrounding me. I tried to push my hips downward into the mattress, as if I could get away, but there was only so far I could go.

I felt a bit of resistance; flesh on flesh. There was a hiss from Sam, barely heard over the sounds of Hannah’s moans and her muffling body over my face. Then Sam was sinking over me, my cock disappearing into her tight hole. Damn, she was tight. It was like being buried in a wet, velvety vice grip.

I was in shock. I was fucking my niece. My cock was buried to the hilt in a twelve-year-old girl’s pussy; and not just any pussy, but that of my own niece. This was so wrong. I shuddered. I couldn’t help it. As much as my mind screamed at me that this was taboo, my cock only cared for the incredibly tight pussy gripping it. Then she began to move.

Again, whether instinct, internet instruction, or something she’d simply experienced herself with Hannah or whomever, Sam began to ride my cock as if she’d been doing it all her life. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel those slim hips working, driving her tiny cunt up and down on my straining cock. I couldn’t feel her hands on me, so I chose to imagine her with her hands up in her short hair. No, better yet, she was clutching her little breasts, her tiny nipples between her thumb and forefinger, her mouth slack with ecstasy. I imagined the sight of my slick erection appearing and disappearing as she rose up and down, my slight girth spreading those tiny pink lips, her pussy juice glistening on my shaft.

I don’t know how long Sam rode me. I know Hannah stopped and shook atop me at least two or three times, evidence of her own excitement. My mouth continued to work at her and her little girl pussy continued to flood me with her sweet nectar. Finally I couldn’t hold my own excitement, that warmth beginning to spread through me, telling me that my balls would be exploding soon.

That thought finally broke through the haze of pleasure in which I was encapsulated. I was about to come in my niece. My bare cock shooting my cum directly into her pussy. Oh shit! I began to struggle, trying to warn her. She had to stop! She had to get off of me before I squirted inside her. Stupid kid, didn’t she know about the risks of pregnancy?

My wild bucking was lost on her however. Or at least she didn’t take it as a warning. She began to ride me faster and I felt her hands bracing themselves on the mattress, her inner arms against my sides. I couldn’t help it, my own instinct took over and I began to fuck into her desperately, driving my cock in and out of her, thinking of nothing but coming.

And then I did. With great, shuddering gasps I strained upward as my balls emptied into my niece’s tiny cunt. She cried out above me and her body shook as she received my offering, my spasming cock no doubt thrumming through her.

A minute later Sam fell back off of me, her head at the foot of the bed, her legs splayed against mine. Hannah also crawled off me, lying down at my side. I lifted my head and could see my cock, still hard, still twitching, a single string of cum stretching from my gaping pisshole to my groin. Looking further and I could see a similar sight between Sam’s legs, where a dollop of my hot jizz slowly oozed from her gaping little hole. This was highlighted by the light of Sam’s phone, which was held above, dutifully recording for posterity the violation of her twelve-year-old pussy.

Hannah hugged me, her little body snuggling up against me. “That was great, Uncle Jason,” she murmured.

“Yeah, it was,” Sam said, rising to her knees. She hugged herself and eyed my cock, which had begun to shrink again. “It hardly hurt at all.”

“Sam,” I warned. “You shouldn’t have done that. Not without a condom.”

Samantha crawled forward and took my softening penis between her fingertips, wagging it playfully. “I haven’t even started my period yet, Uncle Jason. You can’t get us preggers.”

Hannah then sat up and also reached down between my legs. She began to tickle my balls. “That means we can play with your zizi all we want.”

Sam abruptly stood. “Come on, Hannah. Let’s go take a shower.” She rose and Hannah joined her. I couldn’t help staring at the pair of them, so perfect in their youthful nudity. My cock rose to full attention again.

The girls laughed and pointed. “You’re so cute, Uncle Jason,” Hannah said. Then she leaned down and gave me a kiss right on the tip of my penis before skipping off after her sister, leaving me alone, tied still to the bed. I didn’t even think to complain.

The girls came back some time later with damp hair and smelling of lavender soap and shampoo. They were still naked. I felt a stirring in my groin, but a more immediate goal was concerning me more.

“Girls, you have to let me up now,” I said. “You’ve had your fun. I’m committed now. We’ll do what you want, but you have to let me go.”

The girls smiled and settled themselves on either side of me. Their hands reached out to gently stroke my chest and stomach. “Sorry, Uncle Jason,” Sam said. “But we just don’t believe you.”

“I’m serious, Sam,” I said. “You girls win. We can do whatever you like, but enough is enough. Besides, I have to pee. Like, really bad.”

Hannah bolted to her feet, face lit with excitement. “I know what to do!” she exclaimed. She ran out of the room. Meanwhile, Sam continued to smile and ignore me, except for idly circling my nipples with her fingertip. My cock stretched a little, still not even half hard, but thinking about it.

After a couple of minutes, Hannah returned. She was clutching a glass milk bottle, like those we had delivered every couple of days. “You can pee in this,” Hannah announced.

“This is ridiculous,” I said, exasperated. “Just untie me so I can pee.” The girls shook their heads. “At least one arm,” I said reasonably.

“I’ll help,” Hannah said. Then she sat back down at my side and snugged the bottle up between my thighs. She helpfully pulled my penis to the entrance of the bottle, but it was too little to reach. She screwed up her face and said, “Try to move more on your side.”

With a sigh I twisted so that I was lying mostly on my right hip. Hannah fit the head of my penis into the wide mouth of the bottle. I began to grow hard. I growled in frustration.

“Go ahead and pee, Uncle Jason,” Hannah urged.

My erection grew until I was at my maximum. My shaft was awkwardly wedged into the bottle. I concentrated on peeing, but Hannah’s fingers wrapped around the base of my cock were distracting me.

“Why aren’t you peeing?” the girl asked.

“It’s not exactly comfortable,” I complained. “My dick is practically bent in half.”

“Sorry,” the girl said, then she slid the bottle to the side.

Now nearly the entirety of my dick was inside the bottle, but at least it wasn’t being bent. I concentrated on loosing a stream, and eventually I was able to relax enough to squirt a thin stream of piss. That start was all I needed. I sighed as I felt my bladder fully relax, and I began to pee in earnest while my penis slowly deflated.

“I can feel it!” Hannah said with excitement.

“Let me feel,” Sam said, and her fingers replaced her sister’s. My piss continued to spray. “Go get some tissue,” she instructed, and Hannah took off.

The younger girl was back a few moments later with a wad of toilet paper. I gave a couple of final spurts, and then relaxed. Sam removed my limp penis from the bottle, then Hannah carefully dabbed the end with the tissue. I saw that the bottle was nearly full. Sam took it, stuffed the toilet paper wad inside, and left the room.

“I’ve never seen a boy pee,” Hannah said. “I wish I could pee like that.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, except to say, “Hannah, you girls have to let me go now. This is silly. I surrender.”

The girl smiled indulgently. “You’re sweet, Uncle Jason.” Then she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

Samantha joined us then and Hannah got up to join her older sister. “You should get some sleep,” the older girl said. They placed a sheet over me.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, still surprised by what was happening.

“It’s late,” Hannah said. Then each girl gave me a soft kiss. At the door, they blew me kisses and turned off the light. The door closed silently and I could hear their giggles as they went down the hall.

*

In spite of my intentions to try to spend the night attempting to escape, I must have dozed off at some point. The room was dark, but I knew I wasn’t alone. I felt the sheet being pulled off my body.

“Who is it?” I asked softly.

“It’s me, Uncle Jason,” said a soft voice. It was Hannah. I felt the warmth of the girl as she crawled into the bed next to me.

“Hannah, please let me go,” I said quietly.

“I can’t,” she said, and I felt her hand on my chest. The hand moved up to my throat and then to my cheek. Hannah followed, moving up until her lips found mine. The kiss was gentle at first, but I could quickly detect the girl’s hunger. Her little tongue slipped awkwardly into my mouth. I felt a hand working its way quickly downward, and then she was taking me in her little fingers, squeezing my spongy head. My small cock quickly grew.

“I love your thing,” Hannah whispered as she broke the kiss. Her fingers slid gently up and down along my shaft, caressing me. A few moments of silence as she slowly stroked me, then, “Uncle Jason, do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“You’re stunning,” I said honestly. “You and Sam both. You look so much like your mother at that age.”

“But you like me best, don’t you?” she asked.

“I…” I began, unsure what to say.

“I know you do,” she said softly. Her hand left me, and she began to move. I could see her moving in the light through the window. She was lifting herself and… “Will you lick them?” she asked. She was offering me her tiny breasts.

I didn’t even hesitate. My tongue snaked out and I rasped it over the little nipple at my mouth. I heard Hannah gasp as I circled her tiny bud, then took it gently between my lips. I felt her nipple stiffen against my tongue, and I flicked at it before gently taking it between my teeth and giving it a little bite. Hannah gave a shuddering sigh and I forced my mouth wider, easily able to take in the entirety of her newly budding breast. The tissue around her nipple swelled so that there was a little cone of flesh in my mouth. I circled my tongue around it.

“The other!” Hannah whispered, and moved to offer me her other preteen tit. I gave it the same treatment, feeling my eleven-year-old niece’s body shivering against me. My cock throbbed between my legs.

Hannah gasped loudly as she pulled backwards. I could see her hands go to her tiny breasts. She was breathing heavily. “Now my zézette,” she said. Again, I had to infer the meaning of the word, made plainly evident when she straddled my neck and lowered her tiny pussy to my mouth. She was facing my feet.

I began at the very base of her little slit, my tongue traveling up along the hairless flesh, feeling her spread against the pressure of my tongue. The taste of her again filled my mouth, making my head spin. It was a magical combination of scent and taste, so innocent and honey sweet, yet so vulgar and sensual.

It was easy to spread my mouth wide enough to completely cover her little sex. I could feel her slick, naked little outer lips against mine, the tiny bump of her immature clitoris against my upper lip. My tongue moved eagerly in the narrow little slit in the middle, feeling her little flower curling open to receive me. I tightened my mouth to a tight circle, sucking at her baby clit, making her shake and shudder.

Then Hannah was moving and I had to adjust. A moment later and I realized what she was doing when I felt her hand wrap itself around my straining cock. A moment after that I was engulfed by the wet heat of her mouth and it was my turn to shudder. Her sweet little girl mouth took me in, all the way to the hilt. Only the fact that I was such a short guy myself allowed her to reach me while in this position, and I was grateful for once of my size.

It took a moment to work my face free of Hannah’s grinding pussy, but I managed to turn my head enough to say, “Hannah, I need my right hand. Just give me my right hand. You can tie it right back afterwards, I promise.”

Hannah’s mouth went still around my throbbing cock, and then the cool air hit it as she released me. She moved then, crouching next to me. “You really promise, Uncle Jason? You have to swear. Sam will kill me.”

“I swear,” I told her. “Trust me, you want to. I want to touch you.”

I could feel her evaluating the situation, and then she moved, stretching out to reach the bedpost. A moment later I felt slackness and carefully exercised my arm. I didn’t want to alarm her with any sudden movements. I knew I could grab her, or push her away; that I could likely free myself now that I had an arm free.

Instead, I said, “Back on top.” It turned out I wanted to pleasure my little niece more than I wanted my freedom.

In moments, Hannah was squatting over me again. She slowly lowered herself, pussy to my face, and her face to my cock, which hadn’t softened at all. I groaned as she took me back into her sweet little mouth. She began to work her lips up and down on my shaft while one hand toyed gently with my balls, scratching lightly and carefully manipulating the little orbs.

My mouth was back to work on Hannah’s tiny cunt, sucking at her, my tongue flicking up inside her. My tongue could only reach so far though, and that’s why I need a free hand. First though, I took advantage of my freedom of movement and moved my hand downward so that I could slide it over Hannah’s chest. I quickly found her childish little breast, and I teased it with my fingers, squeezing at the puffy little nubbin.

Hannah was shaking atop me as my hand slid up over her side and then began to slide down along her spine. Her back was bowed, and I followed that dip downward and then up the other side, eventually finding the cleft of her pert little ass. I followed that downward, skipping lightly over her tiny, puckered asshole. Hannah gasped around my cock, but I was after a bigger prize.

I maneuvered a bit so that I was able to wrap my lips again around a quarter-sized section of flesh around the girl’s tiny clit. I sucked at her, not making direct contact, but manipulating that little button just the same. Meanwhile my finger found the base of her slit, and followed it upward, pressing inward until I found her virgin entrance. I gently began to work it inside as Hannah moaned around my cock and her little body shook over me.

“Uncle Jason!” Hannah cried softly as her mouth left my cock.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t had I wanted to, with my mouth pressed against her bald pussy. Instead I worked my finger deeper, surprised when I met no resistance. With Sam I’d felt her thin hymen against the sides of my finger as I entered her. Hannah, while incredibly tight, didn’t present any resistance to my probing digit. Soon I was as far as I could go inside her. I couldn’t believe how tight and wet she was. Her little pussy was sucking strongly at my finger. She was no longer sucking my cock, and I could only imagine her eyes rolled back in her head. I could feel her shaking and breathing heavily.

I thought about inserting another finger, but while my cock is thicker than one of my fingers, it’s not as thick as two of them, and I couldn’t help think that when I finally fucked her, and I was sure that was going to happen eventually, that I didn’t want her disappointed by my size. So I began to work my finger in and out of her, twisting it one way as I drove it in and the other way as I withdrew. In the meantime, my tongue went to work more directly against her tiny clit, eventually taking it between my lips and sucking at it.

Hannah bucked on top of me and she attacked my cock again. She quickly took me to the hilt and began bobbing her head up and down, taking me deep again and again. Her hand was almost painfully squeezing my balls, but it just urged me on, making me want to provide her more pleasure. Given my awkward position, I couldn’t do much more, so I removed my finger and quickly replaced it with my thumb. It was thicker of course, and I could maneuver it more smoothly inside her gripping cunny. This left my index finger free, so I began to rub it against her tiny rosebud, the juices from her pussy making it slick. I began to probe inside her and I heard Hannah crying out around my cock, but she didn’t stop sucking.

My finger slid deeper into her anus and Hannah tensed, but only for a few moments. My thumb and finger formed a C shape inside her, and I was able to squeeze her from the inside while sliding those digits in and out of her. She tightened down on my finger. Her tiny body trembled and she was giving actual sobs of pleasure as she pressed her lips hard against my groin. I knew she was coming, feeling the rippling of her pussy from the inside. My cock throbbed inside her mouth, the head being squeezed by the entrance of her throat.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to grunt out a warning, but then it was too late, and my orgasm shook through me, my cock spurting into my eleven-year-old niece’s throat. She pulled back on me, choking, but then she gained control and I continued to spurt while she took my load, sucking hard at me, swallowing every drop.

Hannah’s weight was fully on me, but I didn’t complain. She was very light. Nor did I complain when the little girl continued to suckle at my penis, even though it was almost painfully sensitive after my orgasm. I was able to lean my head back so that my mouth wasn’t in contact with my niece’s pubescent pussy, but it was inches away, and the sight and smell of it made me want to dive back into it. No, what I really wanted to do was bury my cock into that tight little hole, to drive myself into the little girl, to make her cry out in ecstasy as she felt my cock plundering her virgin cunny.

Instead, I fell asleep.

The End

Copyright 2018 – Rwxxx13
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Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write an end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 7

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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A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 6

A Niece in Nice is Nice Twice – Part 6
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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.

*​
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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