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Summary: this ended up really long, sorry. I don’t like stories where a single coincidental incident leads to everyone fucking immediately, I like a bit of buildup. So I wrote a story where things progress at a reasonable pace, even if it still uses porn logic. Basically, a guy’s niece gets a job a breastaurant. He visits her some. To keep up her appearance, she starts tanning nude at his place to avoid tan lines. Then she starts fucking customers for money and he helps her do it safely because he’s a good uncle. Finally he masturbates her to orgasm and she blows him. Afterwards she regrets it, even though it was enjoyable and consensual at the time.

This is part one of three, the concept was too good to let go.

My oldest brother had a daughter that wasn’t so much younger than me, I was ten years older than her. Her name was Miranda but I called her Meer. We were pretty close going up, for years I had a car and could do fun stuff with those kids. I also helped her a lot with homework, she was clever. She eventually got into a good university program. When she was in high college she got a part time job at a local diner as a waitress. She found it fun and enjoyed having her own money.

Not long after she started her first year of university she texted me and asked if I could do her a massive favour. I said sure without asking what. She said she got a job waitressing at a place closer to her university. The pay was better and it was more convenient. She asked if I could come eat there during her first shift, she was a bit nervous. I said of course. On the date and time she gave me I showed up, and the moment I walked in I saw boobs. Bra-covered boobs, but still obvious. The women who had those boobs on her chest smiled at me and asked if I had a reservation. I said yes. She asked if I wanted particular waitress. I was still in mild shock from seeing a random woman in a bra, so I asked for Meer. She looked confused, so I clarified Miranda. She checked a paper and told me she was free. When she led me past the hostess station I saw two more young women in bikini tops or lingerie tops and the same black leather miniskirt, and I realized I must be in a breastaurant.

I sat down, and stared at the menu because I didn’t know where to look. Then I heard a familiar voice say “uncle Tyler! You actually came! I thought you’d chicken out.” I looked up, and the first thing I saw were awesome C-tits in a somewhat revealing blue bikini top, then I looked up and saw my 18-year old niece’s smiling face. She smirked at me because she saw where my eyes paused. I had seen her in a bathing suit plenty of times, but it was weird seeing her in a sexualized setting like this. I told her I wasn’t expecting this type of restaurant, and she gave a fake laugh and said she must have forgotten to mention that.

I looked back at the menu, and before I could order she slid a chair beside me and sat down, basically rubbing up against me. She started walking me through the menu as if I was incapable of reading. It was weird but nice. I chose a simple chicken meal and a dark beer, and she gave me a big smile and told me that was an excellent choice. I couldn’t tell if she was sincere, faking it or being sarcastic. Then she walked off, doing an obvious butt wiggle hip shake thing like she was begging for a bigger tip.

The rest of the meal was more or less typical. As more people came in I realized that it was expected for a waitress to sit down beside a customer and explain things. I guess it’s part of the experience. When my niece brought me my food she gave me another gorgeous smile. I thought if it was because I was her favourite uncle, or if every customer got that treatment.

While I ate I checked out the three other waitresses. One was probably in her 40s and probably only able to keep working in a breastaurant because she had fake tits and some work done on her face. One looked like something out of a fitness magazine, she was hot. Breasts big enough to slightly move when walking, but small enough to look athletic. The third was a mismatch, she had thin hips and no butt, but a decent rack and a face that didn’t need makeup. The hostess had a porn star body. Real Ds, curves in the right place, and a face that could attract clicks in a thumbnail. She was standing near the front window, I thought if she was put there to draw people in. She had a tiny bit of pudge poking out over the skirt and her lower thighs jiggled more than they would on a thin girl, but most people wouldn’t be looking at those parts of her body.

After I paid I stood up and went to hug my niece. I’d given her plenty of hugs, and I figured I’d use the opportunity to get a good and enjoyable hug. She held me off and told me it was against the rules. So I left. I went home and jerked off to the hostess and waitress number 2.

Over the next half-year I went there once a month or so. Meer apparently used the same style of bikini top each time, I think she may have just bought a bunch of the same colour at the same time. I got to kind of know some of the other girls, she introduced me to a few. They wondered it was cool that a relative was coming to see a bikini waitress. Several of them hadn’t told their families, one did but was called a stripper and whore and not allowed to visit her parents home as long as she worked there. I was the only male relative visiting the girls. Meer was genuinely proud of the job, or at least happy with the money. She came to see me a few times and bragged about the tips. I was hesitant to tell her she hadn’t done much to earn them, her tits did most of the work.

In late spring she called me and asked for another massive favour. I again said yes, it’s what uncles are for. She said she wanted to work on her tan but had no place to do it. Her parents didn’t know what type of restaurant she worked at and might discover it weird to see her tanning so much, she didn’t fell comfortable at a public beach, didn’t want to pay for a tanning salon, and she knew the backyard of the duplex I rented got good sun for a few hours in the afternoon. The backyard was fairly private, there was only one window from a neighbour that overlooked it. That place had a divorced older man living in it, no way he’d mind my niece tanning. So I said sure, come over. I bought some good beer and snacks and burgers that weren’t from the discount section, and that Saturday she showed up.

We went to my deck where I had a new tanning chair (I guess I spend money so she saves money) and within seconds she’d pulled off her top and dropped her shorts. I was almost shocked to see her bikini. It was a barely-there thong and a bikini top that was basically triangular pasties held together by string. Almost the entirety of her boob skin was visible, and the top offered no support. She lay down and started carefully applying sunscreen. I watched intently as her boobs swayed gently and the nipples threatened to make an appearance.

Finally I complimented her new bikini. She didn’t seem phased, she just said she wanted to get full sun coverage to avoid tan lines at work. I had seen a fair amount of her body already, but seeing her like this was something else. She was turning over every fifteen minutes, for the first time I realized how awesome her ass was. The black skirt at work didn’t do it justice. She tanned for three hours and had four beers and a whole bag of chips, then went home. Somehow she stays thin despite consuming calories like that, maybe she puked when she got home. I hope not.

Once she was gone I went to Pornhub and jacked off to videos of conventionally hot pornstars. I refused to have the image of my niece in my mind when I came, even if spending time with her is what made me horny. This pattern repeated for a few weeks, until one day I wondered I’d try something. I asked her what the point of the bikini top was, it showed so much it made more sense to just take it off. She looked at me and did that smirk. She told me she wouldn’t take it off based on that logic, but if her favourite uncle wanted to see her nipples he could just ask. So I asked to see her topless, and she removed the silly top. She had great nipples. Then she handed me the sunscreen bottle and told me that because I made her go topless it was my responsibility to protect her tender nipples from the sun. So I applied sunscreen to those gorgeous nipples. Three layers of it.

After some time, she turned to me again and asked me if I was up for some fun. I said yes. She told me that my logic about removing clothes that barely covered anything also applied to her thong. So if I went naked first she’d take her thong off. I’ve never removed my clothes so fast, I wanted to get it over with before she yelled “joking!” Soon I was sitting naked on my chair, wishing I’d trimmed my pubes recently. She looked at my still-limp dick, and then took the sunscreen bottle and squirted some into her hand. She then took five minutes to tenderly apply sunscreen to my thighs, butt and genitalia. I was no longer limp. Then she stood up, removed her thong, spread her legs, and carefully applied sunscreen to her labia.

We sat there awkwardly for a bit, checking each other out and afraid to speak. Then she got a nervous look on her face and blurted out “Uncle Tyler, how much would you pay to have sex with me?” My almost fully hard dick went to “o shit going to burst from all the blood” hard, and my brain went into overdrive while I tried to think. I was suddenly ecstatic that she wanted to have sex with me, but I was also offended that she’d make me pay. I had spent 19 years being a great uncle to her. I did it because I loved her and I wanted only the best for her, not because I was trying to fuck her. That’s gross, you don’t help raise a human with that end goal in mind. But if we were gonna fuck I feel like I deserve her for free, out of gratitude. I was also kind of scared by these two reactions, because I felt like we were about to cross a boundary that we shouldn’t have approached.

Then she got a slightly scared and nervous look on her face because she realized what that sounded like, and she told me that a customer had offered her $400 to have sex with him and spend the night. He had slipped her a note after paying the bill. She said she kind of wanted to do it, but had no idea if that was a good price. As she told me this she sat up straight with her breasts on full display and spread her legs, so I had a clear view of the goods we were selling. I told her I had no idea how to assess that, but we could hit up Google. So we went inside and I turned on my laptop, it was on the coffeetable. She sat down on the couch right beside me, basically snuggling up to see the screen. My erection did not subside, every cell in my penis was aware that my slightly curved dick was pointing directly at amazing boobs.

After about an hour of googling, we determined that $400 was cheap, and that she should ask for $800 so he could negotiate her down a bit. She wasn’t a virgin, so she couldn’t get that price. Once we settled on a price she gratefully gave me a kiss on the check, a quick playful squeeze on the boner and then went outside and got dressed. As she was walking out the door she turned to me, gave my dick a playful tweak, and told me that what I wondered about when I jerked off was my company, she wouldn’t tell me what to not think about. Then she walked to her car, doing that obvious hip swing that girls think is hot. It is hot, but also cheesy.

I went back inside, went straight to my living room, sat down and grabbed my dick and started pumping. In ten seconds I blew my load. I pretty much all the time last longer than that, but I’d spent over an hour sitting beside a naked 19-year old helping her determine the hourly value of her body. The cum from the first shot went over my head, the rest ended up on my face or my chest. I hadn’t cum that hard since discovering Vaseline hand moisturizer as a teen. I lay there panting, despite having done almost no exercise. I hadn’t even wondered of my niece, I was just relieving pent up energy. 30 minutes later when I got hard again I had a longer wank fantasizing about tying her down blindfolded and taking her from behind while she begged me to tell her who I was. Like she said, my company.

A few days later she texted me “$650 plus food and Uber. Sound good?” I texted back “yes.” I didn’t know if that was a good price, but I figured it was a final offer. That was the end of the conversation.

And then that Saturday afternoon she called me. She told me she was about to be picked up to be taken to a hotel for the night. She told me to keep my phone on full volume and have my tank full of gas in case I had to come pick her up immediately. I was to respond to every text, even ones that didn’t sound like an emergency. Then she texted me the address of a hotel. Two hours later she texted “arrived.” I texted “ok.” 30 minutes she texted “ordered food, he’s in bathroom.” I texted ‘Ok.” Then it was “in the suite, in the bathroom going to shower.” Then she texted “he’s showering. We’ll begin soon, won’t text for while.” I texted “ok, good luck. Try to cum, don’t fake moan too much.” No response.

For four anxious hours I paced around my apartment, wondering how things were going. I had thought if I’d jack off to the wondered of her being fucked for money while it was happening, but I was too nervous. Then I got a text. It said “OMfuckingG! That was osum! I came his jizz tastes good he was gentle and hes not fat. I can do this forever. Thx so much dunkle unkle your the best incest pimp ever.” Well, I was happy to know it went well, and I guess I was happy the jizz tasted good, but I was a bit worried about the do it forever part and being called an incest pimp.

So I texted back and told her I was happy, then she texted and told me to leave her alone because she was gonna pretend to sleep. Now that I knew things went well I went I could jerk off, I did so fantasizing about her selling herself to Brad Pitt on his yacht. He tied her down to the railing, and as the yacht rolled through waves her breasts swayed around and her nipples got stimulated from wavedrops as he fucked her butt from behind. I don’t know if nipple stimulation from waves is feasible, but it helped me cum.

In the morning she texted me and told me she was having the Uber take her to my place. Pretty soon she was running up my short driveway in a tank top and no bra looking excited, and gave me a big hug. Like out of a cheesy movie. We went inside, and she immediately started telling me all about it. Honestly, it sounded fairly ordinary. They had dinner, went to the room, showered, then he gave her a pitiful massage that mostly focussed on her ass. She blew him, he ate her out and she came in his face, and then when he was hard again they fucked. He had gotten an STD test even before she asked him to, so he came in her and then ate his own jizz out of her so he could kiss-transfer it to her and spit the last tiny bit on her tits.

Then he slept and she stayed up all night pretending to sleep because she didn’t feel safe, then he woke up and had breakfast, she blew him one final time, then she left. After telling me that whole story she sat on the ouch panting and slightly out of breath, she basically didn’t breath she was so into telling me. I realized that she looked hot, as usual, but she also looked dead tired and her voice had that slightly wispy slightly raspy sound people have from no sleep. So I went to the kitchen and put on a full pot of coffee and got the kettle boiling for apple cinnamon oatmeal.

Then she reached into her backpack and pulled out a thick wad of cash and handed it to me. I looked at it, it was a big stack of obviously fake $20s. She told me that was my cut for being her pimp. I flat-out told her I was not her pimp. I was her uncle supporting her in whatever endeavour she chose, even if it was taking dick in her pussy for money. She laughed and told me I was a pimp and she was a whore whether I liked it or not, I helped her set her price, I kept in contact with her to keep her safe, and I helped her keep her primary assets tanned. She obviously found this funny and had planned it, most people don’t carry fake money. So I told her that if I was a pimp I wanted to be treated like a pimp and get better pay. I said nothing short of a blowjob would suffice. She laughed, she might have wondered I was joking.

She told me if I was that desperate she’d let me put sunscreen on her. So I did, we went outside and I spent ten minutes very carefully applying sunscreen. Labias sunburn easily, you need to make sure they have full sunscreen coverage. I didn’t know what Meer wondered of it because I couldn’t see her face, her back was slightly arched so her breasts blocked my view, and when I moved up to do under her bellybutton her eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see what expression was in them. I wondered she might be asleep, but she doesn’t usually breath that heavily when sleeping. After about two hours of tanning she went home, and I went inside to smell of coffee burning and I found my pot semi-fused to the burner. Oops.

Over the next six months she had sex for money about twice a month. She ended up with five clients total that she regularly serviced. She had no idea how these men got the idea to ask her at the breastaurant, but obviously someone was talking. Every time the pattern was the same. She’d set a price, we’d stay in text contact, and then she’d Uber from the hotel or their house to my place. She’d tell me all about it, I’d get hard listening, we’d go outside and I’d get my reward, and then I’d be hard for several hours until she left and I could jerk off. There were times my dick was in pain from being erect for so long by the time she left, but it felt weird gonna the bedroom for a few minutes while she was over.

Three of the guys were just lonely older men, they had fairly conventional sex. One was a married man whose wife was into BDSM, I helped Meer research his proposal to make sure she was comfortable with it. She wasn’t too happy with the idea of a strange man tying her down (lucky dude, he was living my fantasy), so she negotiated an extra $600 as danger pay. It went well and she enjoyed, she said being eaten out by a woman while tied down on top of a man wearing a male chastity belt is a whole new experience.

The final guy was a creep with a daughter fantasy. Meer made him send a mini-script so she could evaluate it, she was grossed out by it but did it because he offered extra money. It wasn’t horrible or violent, it was just a young woman failing so bad at university she had to move back in with her father, even though both of them were too poor to afford clothes. It only got better from there. Really realistic. They did the fantasy at his place, it took six hours. She didn’t dare ask if she was impersonating a real person or if this was pure fantasy. The next time he contacted her the script was a similar level of weirdness and legal fantasy. She didn’t let me see it, she was embarrassed to admit that she’d be pretending to breastfeed someone. He paid extra again so she did it, this time she didn’t tell me what happened other than that it was consensual, non-painful, legal, and really weird.

Every time that we did this, I got more frustrated. I loved spending time with my niece and I was proud to see that she was enjoying running her own side-business. I all the time knew she would succeed. And I haven’t mentioned it much in this story, but I was still pressuring and supporting her to do well in her classes. She got caught up in the success of her twice a month company and started talking about dropping out to begin an illegal brothel with her hot co-workers. I managed to shut down that idea, although I secretly wanted to help run it. But when she was gone and I wasn’t enjoying time with my niece or staring at her body I was experiencing uncomfortable feelings. I felt wrong with helping her prostitute herself. No uncle need to do that, I should be helping protect her sexuality. Not necessarily enforce virginity like a 19th century English father, but at least keep her semi-innocent. I know that she was enjoying it now, but I felt like I was unintentionally exploiting her by encouraging her to do stuff she might later regret. Would she someday look back at this and be furious with me for supporting her when she was making mistakes because she was young and clueless? Would she think this was me forcing some perverted pimp/whore fantasy on her so I could jack off to the wondered? Was I secretly a pervert?

But other times I experienced a different feeling: uncontrolled horniness and a desperation to fuck her. When she was over I was respectful, I wouldn’t look at her bare tits for more than three seconds at a time, I only felt her tits and genitals when applying sunscreen, and when I did the sunscreen I’d only bring her close to orgasm, never to it. I never kissed her, all the kisses were her giving me an innocent peck on the cheek while telling me I was a great uncle. I got all my farts out before she came so she never smelled them. But as soon as she was gone I would be jerking off to the wondered of rough, domineering sex with her where I made her do everything I wanted. In my fantasy he would initially beg me to slow down, until she got into it and eventually took over and rode me mercilessly until my orgasm blew her off me into the ceiling. Really realistic. Or other fantasies, many involving rope. I could cum four times in two hours thinking of her, I had wondered those days were long gone. Sometimes I’d have pain in my lower dick and pelvic floor after the fourth wank and barely any cum would come out, but I’d still be filled with thoughts of her, I couldn’t stop.

And then she’d come over again and I’d spend the whole time restraining myself, like a good uncle. Or I’d go to the breastaurant and act like a typical customer while enjoying the perverted customers checking her out. It was a painful cycle. Literally painful, I had to buy better lube and a pumice stone for my calluses, I was masturbating so much. I considered finding partners online or getting a hooker, but I didn’t want sex with another woman’s tits in my face, I wanted to fantasize about my niece’s tits. So I resolved to do two things. First, I would do whatever I could to fuck her. I would not wait for her to make a move, I would begin making the moves. But second, I would only go as far as our uncle-niece relationship would allow. If that meant I made one move and she drew a boundary I’d respect it, even with no sex. If she wanted to just give me a blowjob I’d take it. If she wanted gentle, loving sex I’d give it to her. If she wanted me to tie her down and invite ten guys of numerous ethnicities and penis sizes over to gangbang her while I filmed it I’d do it.

The next weekend was the hardest one so far. She came over to tan, and when she came in she gave me a really cute smile, took my hand and took me outside. Then she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips (not the cheek) and told me it was time to stop pretending. She knew that I was intentionally bringing her close to orgasm when applying sunscreen while acting oblivious. She told me if I wanted to do that I should just push her over the edge. Then she held her arms out and told me to get to work. So I undressed her, she was wearing red lingerie instead of a bikini. Subtle. I had all the time heard that women gave subtle hints that men missed, but this was in my face.

Once I had her naked I stripped, then I started on her breasts. She put the tanning chair back up a bit so she could watch me massage them. She had a warm smile on her face, and she gently stroked the back of my head while I spent way too much time applying sunscreen. Then I started working the rest of her body. She turned over and I felt up her ass, and also accidentally slipped a finger an inch or two into her butthole. Accidentally. Her whole body tensed up and she gasped, but she didn’t say anything. I don’t think sunscreen makes good lube.

Once I was done her butt she turned over again, and I started working her pussy. After about five minutes she was gently moaning while fiddling with her left nipple. As I masturbated her with the sunscreen I thought what the hell I was doing. Can sunscreen give a chemical burn to labia? Does it mess up the Ph of the vagina? Could it give her a urinary tract infection? Did this irritate her pussy skin? Is there special sunscreen for genitals? Why was I doing some weird sunscreen fantasy instead of just eating her out with the same effect? Did she actually want it this way, or did she think I had a sunscreen kink?

But we were both enjoying it, and after about ten minutes of gently massaging sunscreen onto/into her, with a particular focus on her clit (can’t get a sunburned doorbell) she suddenly arched her back like a cat and let out a long high-pitched moan. Then her body had three convulsions, each accompanied by a squeal moan. Then she flopped down and shivered for about five seconds. Is that part of orgasm? I could see tiny shockwaves going through her breasts, it was fucking hot. I couldn’t withstand, so I scooted over and started sucking and gently biting her breasts. It was awesome, although the sunscreen taste wasn’t nice. I eventually worked my way up to her mouth and we made out a bit. Then she pushed me off and told me to sit down. Of course I did, with my legs spread so she had access to my raging boner. I wished I had showered that morning, but it was too late for that.

She knelt down in front of me, put her petite hands on my thighs, and looked up at me with a look of excitement. I had never seen a woman so happy to be kneeling in front of me, it was amazing. I was hit by a flood of emotions. I had seen that look about ten times before on her. Like when her parents let me tell her we were gonna Disney. Or when I gave her a gift card to Sephora for the first time. Or when I told her she could drive my car if she promised to tell no one. I realized then that I was looking down at my favourite niece, and I desperately wanted to make her happy.

Don’t tell my other nieces, I don’t like playing favourites, but it’s true. But I also wanted to fuck her. And at this moment she was ridiculously happy to take my dick in her mouth, it was the best of both worlds. I reached out and gently stroked her face, and after two seconds of that she made a barking sound and nipped my finger like a puppy. So I pushed my finger down her throat until I felt her gag, and then pulled it out as she giggled.

That was great. But then greatest part started. The smile disappeared from her face, and she got an intent look. I also recognized that look, she could be an intense girl. Like the time she drove my car 120km/h on a backroad, she was laser-focussed and not smiling at all, even though she enjoyed it. Then she took her hands off my thighs, and gently wrapped them around my penis shaft. I couldn’t quite hear her controlled breath, but I could see her breasts swelling from heavy breathing. Then they stopped, and I realized she was holding her breath. As she moved her face and her slightly parted lips towards my dickhead she slid her hands up the shaft a bit, and the palms made contact with the bottom of my dickhead.

That was enough, after everything I’d just been through and the site of my naked Meer between my legs I felt an orgasm come on. I had that two-second warning feeling, and then I felt the first wave rising along with a rush of pleasure. My whole body tensed up and I groaned “oh god!” Meer looked up at me with a concerned look, and said “dunk unk? Does this hurt?” Then my first wave of cum came out and hit her in the eye. She gave a little yelp and jerked her head back but didn’t let go. The second wave hit her forehead and hair, then she let go and slid back yelling “what the fuck?” My third wave landed on her belly, and the last two dribble-waves landed on the deck. I sat there panting, and I looked down at the gorgeous site of my baby juice on her hot body.

Meer looked up at me, and she was pissed. “what the fuck are you thinking? What was that?” I told her it was an orgasm, that’s what happened when a guy’s dick gets touched. “no shit. Why’d you blow your load right away? Dude, I was going to suck you off. You could have had my mouth all over your pitiful pecker. Why didn’t you wait?” So I told her it was too hard, everything that happened was so sexy I couldn’t help it. I would have loved to have her mouth on my dick, but it was too much. She was fucking sexy and I’d been looking forward to this for months, it was hot. When I said the last thing hers eyes jerked up from her semen-covered stomach (it was trickling down to where her pubes would be if she wasn’t shaved) and stared at me, either in shock, confusion, or maybe disgust.

Suddenly I realized I may have messed up. “what do you mean, looked forward to this for months? Have you been planning this?” I couldn’t think of what to say. So I came up with a half-truth. I put a guilty look on my face and drooped my shoulders. I hesitantly told her that she was obviously hot, and I enjoyed seeing her naked. Every time she left I jerked off thinking about what I saw that day. I figured she’d given me permission to do so. Her face softened when I said that, she remembered that she’d heavily hinted at that. I told her that I had been hoping that she’d someday let us orgasm together. I was really curious to see how she orgasmed, every woman was different. And I wanted to blow my load while actually looking at her pretty face and tits, not just thinking of them. So when I realized I was gonna get an actual blowjob it was too much, it was beyond all my fantasies. A partial lie, but plausible.

Meer sat there for a few seconds, and I could see her brain working on what I said. Then she looked at my semi-deflated dick, sighed, then looked at me and said “your loss bro. The world’s hottest whore offered you a free blowjob and you fucked up.” Then she reached over to my clothes and took my shirt and started to dab at the cum that was more or less in her eye. Did it sting? Is cum in the eye dangerous? She still didn’t look to happy, though. So I asked her if this was the first time having a guy ejaculate on her face. She snort-laughed and said no, she’d been cummed on everywhere except in the asshole. It’s just most guys have the courtesy to ask first. And they didn’t do it just after she’d put on expensive sunscreen, she was gonna try to get the cum off without removing the sunscreen, but she didn’t know if it would work.

Finally she gave up, and we went inside and showered together. I assumed it was to get the cum off, but after we finished washing she pushed me into the shower corner, leaned her back into me with her butt between my thighs (she’s short, if she was taller her ass would be on my dick) and began to masturbate. I wrapped my arms around her and slid my hand down to help out, but she whacked it away and kept going like a madman on her clit. So I just played with her nipples and gently sucked on her ear. I was tempted to turn off the shower to save hot water, but I saw she had the shower stream directed at her pussy, I figured is was part of the game. Once she had another vibrating orgasm she turned the water off, grabbed two towels and dragged me downstairs.

She put the towels on the couch and told me to sit down. She said this was my makeup blowjob. I shouldn’t expect two blowjobs a day, but she was nice. She knelt down and didn’t mess around, in about two seconds my dickhead was between her palatine tonsils and her nose in my bush. She clearly had experience. I put my hand on her head to help guide her, but she growled and bit my dick. So I removed my hands and sat there and enjoyed it. Usually I would have been worried about the effect of all the water dripping off of us onto the leather couch and the hardwood floor, but it’s hard to worry about your furnishings with a hot chick’s mouth on your dick.

It took five minutes this time, but I blew my load deep in her throat while she gagged. I’d never had that experience before, I’d only seen it in porn. Then she got up and we cuddled for a while, gently feeling each other like chimpanzees. Then she gave me an innocent peck on the cheek and told me she was hungry, I was paying. So we finished drying off, got dressed, and she chose an expensive restaurant and ordered an expensive three-course meal. I think she was pushing limits just for the heck of it.

That evening I got a text from her. “Unkle dunkle, I’m sorry. I feel like I put you in an inappropriate situation. No uncle should be seeing his niece naked or putting sunscreen on her. When I asked to tan at your place I didn’t know you’d be outside with me, I thought you’d see the bikini I was in and go inside. I should have asked you to do that, but I liked how you looked at me. I like ou, it was cool that you thought I’m hot. From that point on I was slowly pushing things, I’m sorry for using you like that. You’re my favourite uncle and I really appreciate everything you’ve done and your dick tastes good, but we need to stop this before we fuck and you get me knocked up and we raise an incest baby. Ok, abortion exists, but you know what I mean. From now on you’re not seeing my nipples or pussy, I’ll wear the tanning bikini. And I’ll do the sunscreen alone. You can keep coming to the restaurant, that’s fun. It’s just bikinis. If you feel uncomfortable whoring me out you can stop. I really appreciate you protecting me, but the girls can do that. I found out they also whore, the first guy to ask me was recommended to ask me by Darlene. They do safe-texts for each other, I don’t need you for that. I just want to be your favourite niece, not your cumslut. So let’s pretend today never happened, mmmmkay?”

I re-read the text three times, feeling too many feelings. I was relieved to know she wasn’t mad and still wanted to keep our uncle-niece relationship. I was happy to see that she had the emotional strength to stand up to me and draw boundaries. I was filled with regret realizing that she’d wanted me ever since I saw her in the bikini, I guess I missed signals. That’s why she had to be so obvious. I was disappointed to know that she felt bad about today, I really enjoyed it. And I was fucking pissed off that she didn’t want to keep getting sexy, I had been assuming the next step was me penetrating her. That horny anger scared me. How the hell am I supposed to reconcile the fact that my dear niece is the hottest woman I ever got naked with? How do I have a pseudo-breakup with my favourite person who wants to remain in my life half-naked without getting fucked? And the fourth time I re-read the text I realized it was the most coherent text I ever got from anyone, she probably spent half an hour writing and editing it. She meant it.

Then my phone dinged. I picked it up, and it was a picture text from her with two images. The first was her in sexy deep purple lingerie. It wasn’t the most revealing, but it highlighted her body beautifully. Her hair was done nicely, and she was coyly biting a fingernail while looking smiling into the camera. The second image was her naked, one hand on her breast leaving the other one visible. She was leaning forward slightly and looked like she was breathing deeply. Her hair was slightly mussed, like it got pulled too much during rough sex. I couldn’t see much of her pussy in it because of the angle, but it was enough to trigger memories.

My phone dinged again, it was a text message. “two pictures for your fantasies. I’m not resending them, if you don’t save them carefully it’s your own fault. What you think about when alone is no one’s business.” Hot damn. She must have used her DSLR with the tripod and then transferred the images to her phone, possibly through her computer, because they were obviously not selfies and she lived alone. She really wanted me to have some nice pictures of her. Is it a fantasy of hers? Was it a subtle hint that things weren’t over? Was she already giving in to feelings that she had meant to repress? Or did her recent employment mean she was so used to being seeing in a sexual manner that sending nudes to an uncle seemed innocent?

Then the phone dinged again. This text read “come to the restaurant on Monday at 5. We have a new girl starting. She’s old enough for you, is supposedly single, and has sweet tits. Bring a lot of money, you’re giving her a huge tip. Giggidy. End transmission.” I read that text and thought if this could actually be the begin of something. Yes, the same day my niece gave me a blowjob she ended our sexual tension relationship. But she was trying to set me up with a bikini waitress who had sweet tits. That might work. I didn’t really mention it in the story, but I’d kind of given up on dating after having three relationships in a row not work out. First girl was awesome until we moved into together. Big mistake. Second girl dumped me without really giving me a reason. Ordinary. Third girl fucked her boss for a promotion then claimed it was only logical to use her body to advance her career. I called that insane and called her a lying cheater so she dumped me. WTF and WTF? Ok, I was a dick, but seriously, she cheated on me and made it seem like an normal career move. But maybe it was time to try again.

So I made a resolution. I would fap like mad to my niece’s pictures. With plenty of lube. Maybe buy a vibrating buttplug. I would go see the waitress and give her a big tip. No, not that tip. I would see if I could ask her out. If I could I’d fuck her however she wanted it. Ropes or no ropes, I’d do it. And if I could pull this off without violating my niece’s boundaries, I’d have a threesome someday with the new waitress and my niece. Threesomes seem less personal and are more like a fun things friends do together (is that true? I don’t actually know) so maybe I could still put my dick in niece’s vagina without making it seem like I violated boundaries. This might work.

NSFW: yes

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