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I finally fuck my niece. I had wanted to bone her ever since I saw her working as a bikini waitress, but never had the chance because I was trying too hard to be respectful of the fact that she was my niece. All it takes is a vacation and a cold night to change things.

Part 1

Part 2

Miranda, my niece (who I usually called Meer) drove up the long driveway in her crappy Corolla to the cottage I had rented for the week. I walked to the back of the car I saw her step out, and saw he was in a bikini top and short shorts. I was hoping for a “hi uncle! So nice to see you hug!” but she just smiled and said “hey” and then popped the trunk. I helped her carry stuff in.

I started packing stuff in the fridge, while she looked around. “Um, Tyler, where’s my room? Is there a basement?” Oops. I had completely forgotten to text her about the cottage mess-up, I’d been given a one-bedroom cottage instead of a larger two-bedroom cottage because the owner hadn’t bothered to update their website with the right pictures. I told Meer about the situation, and told her I’d clear my stuff off the bed so she could have it, I’d take the couch. She told me no, she’d take the couch. I insisted she take the bed, it felt wrong to tell my favourite niece I’d give her a good week and then make her sleep on a couch. In response she flopped onto the couch and stretched out, I realized that she was about a foot shorter than me and could actually lie flat on it.

The first two days were awesome. Meer was like a little kid again. I think it was good for her to indulge her inner child. But I couldn’t forget she was an adult woman (20, which is adult), she spent most of the time in a bikini. Her bikini top held her breasts up and gave her serious cleavage even though she had moderate Cs, and her bikini bottom looked modest in the front but showed off a fair amount of her butt. I think they are called cheekies. Even if we went fishing or for a walk she’d just put on shorts, she didn’t care one bit if people saw her half-uncovered breasts.

On the third day the family in the neighbouring cottage was there during the day, they had done day trips the previous two days. It was an older couple (late 50s maybe?) with an 18-year old daughter. The daughter was thin and hot, like a ballerina, the Mom was a serious MILF. An older MILF who probably got Botox and definitely did cardio, but still MILFy. As soon as Meer met the daughter they hit it off, soon they were kayaking off into the lake like two little kids who just made friends at summer camp. So I sat down in one of the Adirondack chairs on the dock, soon I was joined by the couple. Soon after we started talking the mother removed her tank top to tan, revealing her motherly tits in bikini top, but she was sitting past her husband and I couldn’t get a good peak.

While we were chilling on the dock I felt a breeze coming in and the temperature was dropping a bit, I was hoping we might get a quick storm that would lower the temperature and humidity a bit. I liked the effect of the heat on the ladies’ clothing (or lack of clothing), but I was sweating to death. As we had dinner the rain started, soon it was pouring. The daughter originally tried to eat dinner in a bikini, I heard her arguing with her mother in the bedroom about that before coming out in a t-shirt and shorts that were basically jean bikini bottoms. Hello wedgie.

When we went to walk back to our cottage afterwards we were hit by a blast of cold air when we left the neighbouring cottage. Even though it was summer it was cold, the storm must have been a cold front. Meer and I had too much of the whiskey and then I went to bed. I lay there not sleeping with a sour stomach from the alcohol. But then the door opened, and I felt the blanket get raised. Meer slid in beside me and cuddled up, wrapping an arm around me.

“Um, Meer, what are you doing?” I asked.

“sleeping with you.” Was her simple reply.

Oh shit. I had fantasized about this, but this was too easy.

“why?” “I’m cold. I need your body heat.” Oh, see meant sleep sleep, not as in sleep for a euphemism for sex. So I lay there trying to not move, and soon enough I could feel the regular feeling of her chest rising and falling as she breathed. I could also feel her breasts pressing into my back, it gave me weird feelings. Good feelings, but I reminded myself this was my niece trying to get warm. Just that. Right?

In the morning I woke up to the feeling of a hand on my morning wood. Not stroking me, just squeezing me to see how hard I was. “hah! Still got it! Gave you a boner just by cuddling.” Meer declared that triumphantly, and I rolled over to blearily see her big grin. As she walked out of the room I saw she was wearing a plain pair of beige granny panties. I rolled out of bed and walked across the living room to the bathroom. I figured I didn’t have to worry about my cock bulge, she knew. When I got out of the bathroom she was putting the coffee on and getting the egg going. She’d be a great wife.

When she turned to me I saw her bra was a plain beige one that gave decent support and full coverage. I guess she likes to be comfortable when sleeping, she’s not at all times being sexy. Meer started teasing me about giving me a boner. So I tried explaining blood circulation and the night-time erectile cycle, but she kept laughingly interrupted me. She seemed proud that she gave me a boner by sleeping with me, she reminded me that last time she gave me a boner she had to get naked and let me feel her tits.

That morning was confusing. Meer was wearing pants and a hoodie because it was cool, but every so often she’d look at me with a smirk and thrust her hips like she was a man boning a receptive partner. Thanks, remind me about my typical biological function. One of the first signs of erectile dysfunction is no morning wood, she should be happy to have a functional uncle. By lunchtime it was warm enough to get more casual, and Meer decided to suntan, so I went for some daytime fishing. It’s hard to catch anything because the sunlight forces the fish to the bottom, but it’s still relaxing. After an hour of no luck I got bored and figured I’d rather watch a VHS tape in the cottage. Yes, the place had a VHS player and a little shelf of 1980s/1990s action movies and rom-coms.

So I kayaked back to the dock. I could see in the distance three ladies on the Adirondack chairs. As I got closer I realized something was off, and then I realized they were topless. All three, Meer, the daughter and the mother. Fuck. A fantasy come true, but also a delicate situation. Then they saw me, and waved. I waved back. So instead of heading to the beach I pulled up beside the dock, and awkwardly pulled myself out of the kayak. Before I could say anything the mother asked I caught anything. I looked at her and said nope, no luck. She asked what type of fish I was going for, and if I used live bait or lures.

As I told her my basic ways (they’re bullshit, just stuff I read in fishing magazines) she leaned down beside the chair and picked up her bikini top. As I talked about scented bait vs rattle lures she put her top on. I was able to get a couple of glimpses of her amazing breasts before she covered them. she had to put some muscle into pulling the top up to get the neck clasp done, her saggy mother tits were heavy and were lifted by about three inches by the bikini top. She had big dark nipples that would keep anyone well-fed. Then she leaned back and smiled at me and said she just used worms, and I had to go back to eye contact.

Then the daughter asked if I ever took Meer fishing. She should have asked Meer that, but I was happy to answer. When I looked over I saw she was hunched back in the chair and had her arms crossed. But not over her breasts covering her nipples, they were under her small breasts, basically framing them. Her body language said she was concealing herself, but she was obviously displaying her breasts. Subtle. I told her a bit about our fishing trips back in the day. While I talked I glanced at the mother, she had leaned back and closed her eyes, so I knew she wouldn’t see where my eyes looked. So I blatantly checked out the daughter’s A tits while talking. She got redder and redder in the face but didn’t move to cover herself.

Finally Meer told me she was hungry and tired, she was gonna take a nap while I made her lunch. The daughter was also hungry, so they stood up to walk up the stairs. They picked up their bikini tops and shirts to carry them up, but didn’t put them on. As they walked down the dock I realized they were wearing thongs. Hell yeah, just what I was hoping for. The daughter’s ass was borderline too skinny, but still sweet. I got about five seconds of walking behind them when I heard a voice yell “hello down there!” and I saw the father waving from the cottage deck. So much for that. I made a show of rearranging the kayak paddles to give the girls a chance to walk up the stairs so the father wouldn’t see his topless daughter walking in front of me with her skinny 18-year old thonged butt at eye level. When I got to the cottage Meer was already in the bedroom. I put together some sandwiches, and then took a quick nap on the couch. After I awoke I went outside, and saw the father getting something out of the car. He heard me, and came over to talk. A thousand thoughts went through my head about what to say about why I was with his topless daughter.

He thanked me for being respectful with his daughter. Didn’t see that coming. He told me that he and her mother had been having difficulty with the girl rebelling, she had been insisting on dressing like social media influencers, and they had to cancel her graduation trip with friends that she’d planned after they found thong bikinis and condoms in her luggage. They planned this trip instead so they could keep an eye on her while still rewarding her. He said he had been hesitant at first to see someone like me in the cottage beside them, but it was clear that I was a respectful man who respected families and understood boundaries. He said that he and the mother would talk to the daughter about her behaviour and understand where she got the thong, and he apologized for accidentally getting me involved.

I thought if he knew that his wife intentionally went topless in front of me. But then it got weirder. He leaned in a bit, like he was about to distribute a secret, and told me in a quiet voice that he wanted me to know that he was accepting of all lifestyles. He didn’t want me to feel judged by his belief in conventional family values. I asked him what he meant by that, it sounded like he meant something specific. He got awkward, and said ‘well, you know, you came here one week with an attractive young woman of a certain type, and now you have another young woman of a similar type. It is not my place to ask questions or to judge. Both you and your partners, or whoever they are, have been only respectful to my family, so it is only right that I am respectful back.” This guy talked like a preacher.

I laughed, and told him what was up. The first woman was my girlfriend, this was our week away. I told him about the cancellation and the second week, and said I invited my niece to come and have a good week. His eyes perked up a bit at that, I think he was happy to know we were a family and not a guy with sugar babies or prostitutes. I said she might not act or dress like my niece, but I had given up trying to tell her what to wear, it didn’t work. He laughed and told me he understood, he lived that every day. He hadn’t given up yet with telling his daughter what to wear, but she spent too much time being influenced by immoral women on Instagram. He told me if a young woman was gonna experiment with inappropriate beachwear it might as well be around men who respect her. He’s probably the only person in the world who thinks that.

That night Meer told me she was tired so we had to go to bed early. I thought why she couldn’t use the couch again since it was warmer, but I didn’t say anything. When I was in bed I saw her come in, and this time I could see she was naked. I got a glimpse of her round Cs with light-pink nipples staring straight ahead. Then she slid under the covers facing me, wiggled up to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Long and slow. First no tongue, then she slowly worked her tongue in. Pretty soon we were making out and I was feeling her ass. Of everyone I know, I think she had the best symmetry between softness of boob and softness of ass. After a few minutes of that she threw the covers off and pulled my shorts down, revealing my hard dick. This time it wasn’t morning wood.

I was excited for a blowjob, but this felt wrong. We had agreed to not fuck, and I wanted to know why she was so quickly giving up on the agreement. My love for her as an uncle was in open conflict with my desire for her body. But also I liked making her orgasm, uncles like making their nieces happy. So I reached out and put my hand on her forehead to keep her mouth off me as she leaned towards my dick, and she looked at me with a questioning look.

I asked her what she was doing. “blowjob. Oral. Mouthfuck. Never heard of it?” She said. I said yes, but why? “because you have an erection.” Ok, but again, why? I got boners at all times. “dude, I got you hard, it’s my job to blow you.” So I asked her point blank about our agreement to stop having sexual contact. Why was she now ignoring it? “we’re on vacation, you’re only my uncle in real life. On vacation we can be whatever we want.” I told her that didn’t sound right, we’d done tons of vacations before without this happening. She told me that when she was a kid on vacation she was pretending to be Pocahontas or Kate Rice or Amelia Earhart, she was never herself. Now that we were having our first vacation since she became legal she wanted to pretend to be my sugar baby. She asked me if I hadn’t noticed how she had been dressing sluttily. I said that was how she at all times dressed. “well of course I always dress like that, but this week I was doing it for you!” how nice. Another missed hint.

By now I knew I was slipping. My hot niece was kneeling in front of my cock, and my cock could sense that. She was consenting to fuck me, and telling me that she had found a supposed loophole in our agreement. So I tried one more time. I told her that we both knew that I wasn’t her sugar daddy. She smiled and told me that if I was that picky I could pay her $300 at the end of the week so that she’d officially be my whore. Then she didn’t wait for a response, she lowered her head and deepthroated me. She took her time, first she wrapped her mid-sized lips (not thin, but also not those fucking ugly fat lips that dumb talentless influencers get with filler) around my dick head, then slowly began to work her way down, until my dickhead was in her throat and her lips couldn’t get lower. I had forgotten how good she was at that. How did she learn? How many dicks had been in this mouth? Not my company and I would never ask her, but still, I thought.

I watched her head bob up and down as she blew me. The one thing porn videos can never show is the effect that a skilled tongue has on a cock, the lips and cheeks don’t let it be seen. When she was sliding down she would be flicking her tongue on the bottom of my cock, and then when she slid up she’d lie it flat so it wrapped around half the shaft. When she had her lips just lightly around my glans corona and she’d flick the dickhead with the tongue, it was amazing. She also delicately held my balls in her hand, while stroking my taint with the other.

I held out for almost ten minutes (a new record with her) and then blew my load in her mouth. I told her I was gonna cum, and she glanced up to look me in the eye, and impaled her mouth on my dick. I blew my load deep into her throat, and she swallowed it without gagging, I could see a faint smile on her mouth, even though my dick was in it.

She licked me clean, like a puppy, for almost two minutes and then lay down on top of me. I hugged her and enjoyed the feeling of her breathing. When I had had my post-nut rest she rolled over, and told me to eat her out. I had to get off the bed and kneel on the floor and pull her towards the edge of the bed, but soon my mouth was all over her pussy. I have never known how good I am at eating out pussy, but I think I do okay. I started up by gently licking along the outside of her labia, in the crease of her legs, until she began to close her legs to push my head to her pussy. She didn’t quite beg, but it was close enough.

Then I licked and nibbled up and down her lips, sometimes getting my tongue in deep and sometimes being shallow. I did that for a few minutes until I felt things get wetter, and she began to arch her back and very gently, almost indiscernibly thrust her hips back and forth to help control how far my tongue was in her.

Ladies who read this, please opinion. I know that some of you say it is best to not go straight for the clit, the confusing part is knowing when to go for the clit. I figure once I’ve elicited a physical response from pussy-licking it means it’s clit time. When I felt the hip-writhing start I went for the clit, and wrapped my lips around the clitoral hood while flicking the exposed engorged clit with my tongue. Meer gasped, and she started to have ragged breathing.

Once I felt her hip-writhing become consistent and her breathing became a pant I knew she was close to cumming, so I went back to licking her pussy until she calmed down. Then I went to the clit, until I had her close. I did this almost five times. I enjoy having a lady cum in my face, but having complete control over someone’s body and denying them an orgasm is even better.

Finally she sat up, looked at me with lustful eyes, and grabbed my ears. She pulled my head forward and mashed my mouth into her pussy. I lost control after that. I tried to use my tongue lips on her clit like before, but she was basically just rubbing her cunt all over my face, using the friction of my unshaved face. It hurt and I was having difficulty breathing. But I was in heaven.

Suddenly she took one deep breathe and held it. She stopped rubbing my face up and down her soppy slit and held my mouth over her clit, which let me tongue it properly. Then she threw her head back, and let out a guttural half-scream while she thrust her pelvis into my skull. She gave out three screams, and at each scream I felt a small trickle of liquid come out of her and trickle down my chin.

When she was done having a wet orgasm she flopped back, gently crying and saying “that didn’t happen. That didn’t happen. Oh my god.” I lay down beside her, and lay my arm across her belly with my hand resting on her boob. I think evolution created her tits to fit my hand perfectly. We cuddled for a bit after that, then she put her hand on my head and pulled it over so we were eye to eye. She stared at me intently, then gently kissed the tip of my nose. She told me we didn’t have to fuck tonight if I was uncomfortable. I could take tomorrow to think, and if I couldn’t discover a good reason not to I had to fuck her brains out. I agreed to that.

For the entirety of the next day I was trying to not overly check her out. But that was hard, she spent most of the day with the daughter, and I mostly kept my distance to respect the father’s respect. The girl was wearing shorts and t-shirt most of the day, and when she swam or suntanned she was in a modest bikini. I think her parents talked to her. But Meer was the opposite, she was in a bikini top almost the entire day. For her bottoms she would be wearing short shorts or her thong. After lunch when the girls decided to swim Meer invited me to come along, then swam topless. While I was floating through the water I saw the parents watching us from up on the deck, they waved. I was pretty sure they could see that Meer was topless in a thong, swimming with their daughter. I hope the father enjoyed it.

That evening the daughter ate supper with us. Meer cooked up a cajun shrimp stir-fry, and the daughter made a kale salad. I provided the beer. I was hesitant to give the daughter alcohol, but she took only one beer. I was getting the sense that she was avoiding her parents. In the evening we watched Waterworld, the girls sat on the couch and I took a dining room chair to avoid sitting by the daughter. But when bedtime came, the daughter asked if she could spend the night here. Meer said of course, so I said if her parents agreed. She ran out, and came back five minutes later all happy, with a pillow and blanket. They jumped around screaming “sleepover” like five-year olds. I guess they never fully grow up. They took the bed, I was back on the couch. After several days in a real bed I had forgotten what the couch felt and smelled like. I hoped the daughter wouldn’t smell my smell on the bed.

Sometime during the night I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. I looked up, and saw the outline of a female head against the moonlight coming through the window. I sat up, figuring Meer wanted something. Then the figure sat down on my lap, legs straddling my crotch. Something felt wrong, I didn’t remember Meer being this light. Meer took my head and pulled my face to hers, and we started making out. Did her lips shrink? Then she leaned up to my ear and whispered “don’t worry, I’m not a virgin.”

Oh hell! It was the daughter! I tried to push her away, but she held onto me. I told her we couldn’t do this, but she rapidly put her hand over my mouth. “Be quiet! Don’t wake up Miranda! Nobody can know we fucked!” I told her we would NOT be fucking. She told me that we had to, she was hot and I was a man. I said not every man wants to fuck every 18-year old. She told me I had a dick, she was 18, it was ordained by nature. I said that her father trusted me to be a gentleman. “then be a gentleman and the lady what she wants!” was her response. I said that we couldn’t, I hadn’t come on vacation with my niece to fuck a girl young enough to be my daughter. She told me she was 18, that was all that mattered. She had her wallet, she could show me two pieces of government-issued ID.

I asked her why she was so desperate for this. She said that she was gonna go to Jamaica with her friends where they would be fucked by ripped black guys or rich old men with yachts. Ok, a good fantasy, I had no idea if it was realistic. But when her parents snooped in her room they found her condoms and flipped their shit and ripped up her tickets. Her friends were in Jamaica right now messaging back about all the hot guys (how much of that was true?) while she was stuck with her parents like a kid. So if she couldn’t party with a rich old man on his yacht she could still fuck one old guy.

I couldn’t think of what to say. I guess she took that for a yes, and went back to kissing me. I decided “what the hell” and non-verbally consented with my tongue. After making out for a bit she got off me and went to the backpack she’d left by the door. She came back, pulled my boxers down, and I felt her roll a condom on. I guess her parents didn’t get all of her condoms. She climbed back on me, and tried to lower herself on. She was already naked. She struggled for a bit, I reached down and could feel that she was a bit dry. Kind of sticky, but dry. I had never felt a pussy like that before.

I asked her if she had lube, or if she wanted me to eat her out. “Lube! Yes, I have it.” She whispered, going back to her backpack. I was a bit disappointed, but I thought if saying I wanted to eat her out was coming on too strong. Are 18-year olds used to being eaten out? She squirted a gigantic amount of lube on my condomed dick, and then smeared it around with her left hand. She probably put on 20 times what was needed. I asked her if she was gonna lube herself. She sat down beside me at a weird angle with her pussy kind of facing up and put a gigantic glob of lube on her pussy, and carefully worked it deep into her pussy. It was cute to see how clueless she was, gay guys could have butt sex with 1/20 the lube she used. I could have taught her what to do, but is was cute seeing her give her pussy a lube shower.

Then she climbed back on me, and within a minute she was butt-hole to balls. She began sliding back and forth, I put my hands on her cute ass to help guide her. It took a bit, but she got a good rhythm, and periodically kissed me or rubbed her breasts on me. All of her breasts, what little she had. I had to keep one hand on her butt to help stabilize her, but I let my other hand roam her body. I realized then how skinny she was, she had no surplus fat. She was lean and tone, there was actually a hint of fitness despite no visibly built muscle. Her thighs were smooth and fine, and I could wrap my entire hand around her calf. When I felt her shoulders I could feel the skin adhering to the collarbone.

We had been making out, but I pushed her back so I could her tits, her body shielded the moonlight but my eyes had adjusted to the dark. They were small but firm, they had a shallow concave shape. But oh god, her nipples were erect. They were like nipple erasers. I had to suck them. I put my arms around her back so she could lean back, and started to kiss and suck her nipples. It was amazing. The English language doesn’t have words that describe the feeling of an erect nipple in the mouth. Maybe French does. By now the daughter was whispering “oh baby, suck mommy’s tits. Yes daddy, your baby needs this.” I think she was mixing fantasies, but I was fine with that.

After a while I felt an orgasm building, and began to increase the speed of her rhythm. She began to breathe more heavily. I pulled her back up, got my hands back on her ass, and was lifting and dropping her entire body onto my cock. When I groaned and my hips tensed up just before the orgasm she began going “oh! oh! oh! yeah! ooooohhh!” and began to do little chest shakes and jerking her head in a way that flipped her head. How amazing, just when I orgasmed this inexperienced legal teen had a corresponding orgasm that looked like it was out of a cheap porno. I blew my load into the condom, and as soon as I relaxed her fake orgasm ended, and she lay into me, her nipples stabbing my chest.

After we cuddled for a bit with my wilting dick still in her she got off me, and thanked me. I thanked her and told her she was amazing. Guys never tell the truth post-sex, don’t believe anything they say. She went back to the bedroom, and I lay back on the couch, eventually falling asleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. I looked up, and through my bleary eyes I saw Meer in those plain panties and a T-shirt making pancakes while the daughter put stuff on the table, wearing sweatpants and topless. I felt like a Mormon with sister wives. After breakfast the daughter put on a T-shirt, and her and Meer spent most of the day acting like girls while I fished. I didn’t see the parents, maybe they took a day trip together, or were having multi-hour marital morning sex. If they were that husband was a lucky man.

That night after supper Meer told me we were gonna bed early. But when we got to the bedroom she began undressing me, and I undressed her. We said nothing, we both knew that I had failed to come up with a reason to not fuck. She pushed me back and we made out for a bit, then she turned around and put that sweet pussy on my mouth. I ate her out for a few minutes while she gently stroked the underside of my cock or gently cupped my balls. She avoided the tip. I think this was payback for me torturing her yesterday.

When she turned around I wondered she would sink onto my cock, but she sat down on my lower stomach and began to masturbate herself. I felt her tits, and we made sexy eye contact. This was my first time really feeling her tits, in a way. The other times I did it I was putting sunscreen on them, I had to pretend to be doing it in a utilitarian way. This time I could just put my hands on them and feel their weight and their softness, or temporarily pull her down and suck on them without tasting sunscreen. I love Cindy’s tits, but Meer’s were better. They fit my hands perfectly, it’s like they were made for each other. Cs seem to hold their shape better, Ds are amazing but in risk of being too saggy. Not too saggy, just almost too saggy.

Then she raised herself up, and lowered herself onto my cock. It was heaven. She went slowly. A pussy being lowered onto a cock is an experience unto itself, and each pussy is different. Meer didn’t have big lips like Cindy, but her pussy was tight at the bottom. It was almost like there was a ring of muscle at the base of her vagina, not all ladies have that. Do you guys know what I’m talking about? Or is it only the few rare pussies that are like that? As she sank down I could feel the wet and warm sensation of vaginal contact spreading down my shaft, until I felt her warm lips pressing onto my pubis. She began to glide, then stopped. “Cindy doesn’t have STDs, does she? We’re safe to do it raw?” she asked. I said “yes, we’re fine. Cindy is clean.” I was about to say that I used a condom with the daughter, but I didn’t, I didn’t know if Meer knew we fucked. So Meer began fucking my dick. I would have been a bit harder if I hadn’t cum in a 18-year old the day before, but I was hard enough.

After a while Meer lowered herself down on me, grabbed me and rolled over so I was on top. She looked me in the eyes and said “fuck me like the US fucked Bin Laden.” I didn’t track the metaphor, but I figured it meant hard. So I began to go with a steady, firm pace. Soon she was panting, I could tell she was near. Her back began to arch, and her eyes were fluttering, like she couldn’t decide to have them open or closed. I like eye contact during sex, but I also like it when a girl closes her eyes so I can stare at her tits without it being weird. If I was an Andalite I wouldn’t have to choose.

I love the sight of firm Cs during sex. They bounce in a wavy way, I can see the force of my thrusts flowing through the body. Every time my hips pounded her pussy her tits bounced up, and then down. I’ve known women who get really embarrassed when guys describe tit motion during sex because they think it’s weird, they don’t realize how goddamn sexy it is. It’s one of the things that makes every woman different, even in the same class of breast there is distinct motion patterns.

Suddenly she screamed. One loud, long scream. “quiet! Don’t let the neighbours hear!” I said, without stopping thrusting. I didn’t want any of them to know I was fucking my niece. So Meer grabbed a pillow, put it over her face, and screamed again. I felt her body start to quiver, and it was too much for me. I began to cum, and I couldn’t hold back from pounding her hard. After a third scream she flopped down and let out a deep sigh. I could feel her pussy tightening while I came in her. I know women sometimes pass out from orgasms, this was the first time I felt lightheaded from the strength of the orgasm. I was about to stop pounding, but then she arched her back and screamed again, so I kept going, even though my orgasm was finished. After she was done screaming she flopped down again, removing the pillow. She was panting and strands of hair were over her face. There were beads of sweat on her chest, I don’t know if they were hers or if I was dripping on her. Finally I had to stop, my dick was deflating. I pulled out and laid down beside her, and we cuddled for a while.

Then I got hard again, and we did it again. She came again, she put her hand over her mouth and gave out little yelps. While we were doing our post-sex cuddle she told me that was the first time she ever had a double orgasm or came three times in a day without a vibrator. I felt complimented. She asked me if I wanted to run away with her to a country where it was legal for an uncle and niece to marry. I reminded her that on this vacation I was her sugar daddy. I didn’t marry my sugar babies, once she turned 25 I would Leonardo her and get another young slut.

When we woke up late in the morning and got out of bed I realized that we were too focused on cuddling, and hadn’t cleaned up post-sex. There were several dark, obvious cum and pussy-juice stains on the bedding. I didn’t realize how dark it got when it dried. Laundry service was included in the rental, I realized that the old woman would see clear evidence of fucking. Hopefully she wondered it was from me and Cindy, not from me and my sugar baby niece. By the time we were finished a romantic breakfast that Meer made me cook as a thank you for her pussy it was afternoon.

That day was not sexy. We had to pack up, do a basic clean of the cottage, and put all the excessive food into the cooler. The neighbours weren’t there. I had been hoping to see the daughter and her body one more time. Just when we were cramming everything into the trunk they drove in, and got out. They came over to say goodbye. I asked if they were leaving, they said they had one more week. Did they work? Or were they already retired? While Meer talked to the ladies the father shook my hand and thanked me for the two weeks. He said he couldn’t have asked for better cottage neighbours, his daughter thoroughly enjoyed having another young lady nearby, and I seemed to be a positive influence for young women like my niece and his daughter. Hell yeah, I fuck them into womanhood. I gave him a grateful smile, told him I enjoyed the time with them, and didn’t tell him I fucked his daughter’s pussy.

Then the mother came over to me, and gave me a big hug. I wondered I would enjoy the feeling of her breasts on my chest, but honestly, it was just a nice hug from someone. I guess I’d gotten enough sex over the past two days that I could appreciate human contact without sexualizing it. The mother thanked me as well. Did she know I fucked her daughter?

Then the daughter shook my hand, briefly thanked me, and turned to walk away. “Dear, aren’t you going to give him a hug?” the father asked. She looked at him in shock. “gross dad! You spent all high school keeping me away from boys and now you want me to hug an old man? WTF.” She looked at me, stuck out her tongue, then spun around and did a sassy walk away. I wanted to stare at her ballerina ass, but the mother was looking at me laughing, so I resisted.

After two more awkward rounds of goodbyes Meer and I drove off. For a while we drove along not talking while Meer tried to discover a cell signal. After failing, she reached over into my pocket and awkwardly pulled out my wallet. She reached into it, took out four fifties (yes, I still carry cash, a lot of places in cottage country don’t take credit), and sarcastically told me I was the stingiest sugar daddy ever, she’d usually charge $2000 for a week of whorish behaviour. She tucked the money into her bra, then told me that as of that moment she was no longer my whore, she was my niece. She asked me how my vacation was, I told her about it as if she hadn’t been there. She asked if I met anyone nice. I said yes, I met a nice family, I even managed to fuck one.

“what? When? Who? The mother? Can she still fuck?” Meer was surprised. I told her no, the daughter. Meer looked pissed at first. “she was mine! It’s the rule, I get first pick. When did you fuck her?” I told her about how it happened. Meer listened quietly until I told about the sticky pussy, then she broke out laughing. She told me that after they went to the bedroom they started making out, soon they were naked and 69ing. They tried to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear, After they each had an orgasm the daughter pulled out the bottle of pancake syrup from the fridge and asked if she could lick some off Meer’s tits. She had a fantasy about licking whipped cream off a ripped guy’s chest and when she saw the syrup she figured it would work and took it in the bedroom.

So they took turns licking each others breasts, and then the daughter poured some on her pussy and Meer ate it. The daughter tried pushing some up her vagina for Meer to lick out and Meer told her that was stupid, she could get infected. So I had fucked a pussy that had syrup in it, that explained the stickiness. I just found a new kink. I wish I had eaten her out, that was a mistake. And that explained the marks on the bed, they weren’t just cum stains.

Eventually Meer fell asleep. After a while the driving got boring, so I unzipped my pants, slid down my seat a bit and took out my dick and masturbated. I dreamt of taking Meer back to my place and dragging her into bedroom by the hair, and tying her down to my bed so I could violate her asshole whether she wanted it or not. I hadn’t wondered ahead, I forgot that masturbation leads to ejaculation. It was at the last second when I felt the wave that I remembered, and managed to grab a T-shirt Meer had dumped in the back seat. I nearly swerved off the road, but I avoided cum on my shirt. I had meant to look at Meer’s sleeping face when cumming, but I missed the chance. To make up for that I gently groped her tits a bit over her shirt.

As I neared home my thoughts drifted away from the week with my niece, and I wondered about the week with Cindy. It felt so long ago, my thoughts had been focused on my 20-year old niece. There was a wondered in the back of my mind, nagging at me. Then I realized: I just cheated. Kind of. Back when we first started dating Cindy had asked to be exclusive friends and I had agreed. And then when my niece showed up in a thong bikini and crawled into bed with me I forgot and dicked her pussy. Fuck. Shit. I was a cheater. Over two weeks I had the best sex of my life with two amazing woman, plus a skinny teen with barely-there boobs, and all it took was cheating on my beloved exclusive friend. I had been looking forward to seeing Cindy again. Now I was scared. I believe that good relationships require honesty, and now I had a secret I could never tell her.

The titles of these stories had been out of three, but I can’t let this storyline go. There is at least one more story. I feel it’s wrong to have a story with two hot ladies without a gangbang. Plus the protagonist still hasn’t gotten to tie his niece down and fuck her from behind.

NSFW: yes

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