0 comments/ 36342 views/ 1 favorites Mistletoe Magic By: delectable30 "Merry Christmas," She heard from behind her in the mix of his mingling guests. She was leaning against entryway wall rubbing one of her aching feet from the three inch ruby red heels she wore. She looked to find Howie smiling. "Hi." "I told you that you'd kill yourself in those things." "I know but I look good." "At the price of aching feet?" "It's the holiday season," she cracked a smile. "So you finally noticed." "You're funny." "Did you happen to notice where you're standing?" She directed her gaze above herself and then looked back to him. "You put that there on purpose." "Me?" he played innocent. "I did it for the others too." "Like any of you need any help." "Is that so? I don't see you dropping your shoes to follow tradition." "Is that a challenge?" "You'll never know now will you," he walked away. "Hey Cassie. Do you mind?" AJ pulled Amanda under the mistletoe nearly knocking her out of the way. "Merry Christmas to you too," she stumbled toward the couch; her stylish shoes in tow. "Hey Cassie. Merry Christmas," Brian sat down on the other side of her with Leigh Anne next to him. "You okay?" "I would be if everyone would quit reminding me that I'm alone this year for Christmas." "What about Howie?" Leigh Anne responded. "What about him?" "You can't tell me you haven't ever noticed the way he looks at you." "We're friends." "That's how most lasting relationships start out," Brian interrupted. She searched the room to find him but to no avail. Howie? That'd be the day. She tried enjoying the rest of the party but every guy there tried getting her under the mistletoe. Howie just happened upon her being there earlier. She waited until everyone was gone and stood silently under the mistletoe waiting for him to turn around. "Cas?" "Hey. Look, I apologize for earlier tonight. I just get tired of being reminded every year that once again I'll be spending the holidays alone." "I think I understand. You're feeling left out because you have nobody to kiss on New Year's Eve right?" "Well....yeah." "And you hate how it feels right?" "Right." "Do you want someone to kiss on New Year's Eve?" "You know somebody that's free?" "I'm very free." "You?" He took her hand. "Why are you so surprised? I tried giving you every clue in the book tonight." "So AJ and Brian. That was all planned?" "I was hoping you'd come around." "And?" "You're still under the mistletoe," his breath hot against her lips. "So?" His eyes met hers before taking her lips softly onto his. She let go of her shoes as she invited the sweet mintiness of his breath to intertwine with hers. He let go of her hand wrapping his arms around the ruby red velvet covering her body. She tangled her fingers amongst his straightened dark strands as his lips traveled lightly down her neck. Almost losing herself in the moment, she drew away from him breathless. "Howie," she let go of him. "Something wrong?" "No. Something's very right and I think I should go." "You don't really wanna go do you?" "I really don't but I should." "Afraid it might change things between us?" "You scare me," she cracked making him smile. "I was afraid too but I don't feel that way anymore. I've watched you with every guy in here tonight and you didn't even give one of them a chance." "No but "No buts Cassie. You didn't want to give any one of them a chance because deep down you know where your heart is," he interrupted; offering his hand. Taking his hand nervously, he squeezed it reassuringly. It had been so long since she had been with anyone. What if she forgot? What if he didn't like the way she looked underneath? Was he worried about the same things? Doubtful. He seemed so sure of this and she was scared to death. They reached his bedroom door in silence. Cas?" "What?" "We don't have to do this tonight you know." "You mean?" "I would love to spend all night making love to you Cas but I don't want to do it at the cost of your uncertainty." He was saying all the right things which made it even harder to say no. She took his hand silently pulling him into the bedroom. The thought of him had crossed her mind more than once but she pushed it away because she thought it would never be possible and here he was offering himself to her tonight. She gently slid her hands up under his sweater. She pushed the material up following with the blazing trail of her tongue circling each nipple as he pulled the cream colored sweater the remaining distance. As he did, she greeted his mouth with hers; the soft velvet of her dress pressing against his bare skin. Sliding the zipper down the length of her dress as their tongues heatedly tangoed, his hands met her lace covered curves gently grasping them. He greeted each part of her body with his lips after every inch of material was peeled from her body. Their eyes met briefly as she turned to the bed. She placed her foot upon the bed detaching the garter from her silk stalking slowly rolling it down as she followed with the second. The garter followed shortly thereafter. She wasn't sure of his reaction as she stood there waiting for him. "Howie?" "I'm sorry." "Why?" "Now I'm scared." "You're afraid of me?" "I'm afraid of your beauty," He took her hand. "Just when I think "Don't," He interrupted, surveying every sumptuous curve of her body. He released the rounded curves of her fullness from their garnet lace cradles. Starting to feel a little braver about things, she pulled his belt from his slacks. His gaze followed her as she knelt down to relinquish him of his power. Her eyes widened at the release of his swollen member. No wonder he has nothing to worry about she thought as her tongue traced around the glistening head before engulfing the enormous creature into her mouth. The approving tone of his anxious moans kept her smiling inwardly. Damn! Is this all I had to do to bring him to his knees? as she her tongue swirled around his length. She almost hated letting him go but she was freed of her torturous gestures as he pulled her back to his gaze. He pushed her gently onto the bed and partook of her attentive rosy nipple aching to be taken. Obligingly, his mouth surrounded it while he twisted and taunted the other into fullness. He moved down continuously nipping against her skin reaching the matching garnet lace from above as the intoxicating scent of his cologne continued to drive her wild. He nipped through the material sending her back slightly up off the bed. He shed the lace cover and returned up her thigh with his tongue steadily driving a path to her boiling center. He twisted the moist rosy jewel atop her ripening folds between his teeth as his fingers swiftly darted in and out of her body softly rocking her into ecstasy. She grasped at the sheets as she came over the edge of her peak. Eagerly, he pressed into her. Slowly, his driving rhythm multiplied as his body consumed her every move. She threaded her legs around him pulling him in as his lips briefly touched against her glistening skin when their bodies met pleasure in unison. His body fell against hers as the feeling of his body still consumed her inside. She caressed the now sweat drenched curls on the back of his neck as he silently lay on top of her. His eyes finally came to meet hers," Cas?" "Yes?" "Would you like to stay the rest of the night?" "You shouldn't even have to ask because you already know what the answer is gonna be." "I know. I was just checkin'," he smiled. As the sunlight drifted softly through the curtains, so did the echoes of the phone on the bedside table. She found Howie sleeping soundly next to her. Surprisingly the phone hadn't woke him up. Grumbling, she responded," Hello?" "Cassie?" "He's still asleep Age. Call him back later," she set the phone back to rest in it's cradle and curled up back into her sleeping position. She felt Howie's body mold into her as his arm curled around her waist. She softly took his hand. "Who was that?" He mumbled. "AJ." "What'd he want this early in the morning?" "I'm sure it was to see if you'd created a little mistletoe magic last night." "And did I?" "Shut up and go back to sleep," she playfully smacked his hand. "I love you," he whispered as they drifted off into dreamland wrapped up in each as the most beautiful Christmas gift ever. Mistletoe Magic It was cold. Just 3 days until Christmas. I left work at noon. I wanted to get some shopping done and stopped at Victoria's Secret at the mall. A cute blonde in tight gray slacks and a form-fitting sheer blouse helped me find a sky blue teddy that would fit my wife. I eyed the salesgirl's curvy bottom and the swell of her breasts every chance I got. A double blessing – got my wife a gift and I got my juices going. Pulling into my street, I was struck by the whiteness of last night's snowfall and the calmness it lent to the neighborhood. Gail's Acura was not out front. I was walking back from the mailbox with a stack of Christmas cards and catalogs when a horn tooted. A blue Neon with a brunette driving. She pulled up in front of the house. When she got out of the car, she yelled, "Uncle Ken! Uncle Ken!" It was Kathleen. Brown shoulder length hair. Beautiful face, wide, open unassuming smile that curved into dimples. She's a senior at Catholic University. 5 foot 5 inches. Nice sized breasts on a slim chassis. When she wears jeans, they are skin-tight, showing a wonderfully packed ass and flat stomach. I get horny every time I see her. "Hi. Come on up, Kathleen. I'm just getting home myself." I opened the front door. She was more dressed up than normal. A waist-length leather jacket and a matching, but quite short leather skirt. Not very practical for such a cold day. "Merry Christmas," she said and brushed her lips across mine. I was surprised by her action. Although I always wanted to touch her and more, contact rarely occurred. I thought I detected something on her breath. "Merry Christmas to you, Kathleen. Where have you been?" "A boring office party. Although I only work there part time, they always invite me to their parties." "Well, come on in." She walked past me. I shut the door. "Here, let me take your jacket." She took it off, giving me a nice opportunity to see how well her breasts pushed against the soft, white fabric of her sweater. "I'll just put this in the closet. Make yourself comfortable in the kitchen while I put away my briefcase in my den." In my den, I found a note. Honey, Emily and I are out shopping. See you about 6. Gail Things were getting better and better! Kathleen was sitting on a stool at the counter in the kitchen. As always, she sat so that she showed her body to good advantage. Her skirt had hiked up so that I saw much of her firm thighs through her thin nylons. "Uncle Ken, I was hoping my mom would be here." "I know what you mean. I thought Gail would be here too. Maybe they're out shopping." I opened up the refrigerator and looked over my shoulder at Kathleen. Her knees were about an inch apart. I couldn't see up her skirt. "Can I get you something festive to drink? Mixed drink, eggnog, soft drink?" "Oh, I had a drink at the party. Let me have a sprite, please." I poured myself a coke and started opening the mail. I didn't know what to say, how to move some action forward with her. As I opened envelopes, I handed some interesting cards to her. I moved a bit around the kitchen. That had the desired effect. Kathleen swung around on the stool, following me with her eyes – and her knees widened. I glanced at her off-and-on and was rewarded with a line of sight further up the softness of the interior of her thighs. "Uncle Ken!" She jumped up from the stool. I was startled. Did she see me trying to look up her legs? "Look what you're under." I glanced up. "Oh, mistletoe." Kathleen came right up to me. She leaned forward, and kissed me directly with her moist lips. I automatically put my arms around her, but quickly stopped from pressing her tightly to me. She broke the kiss. "Merry Christmas again, Uncle Ken." She smelled as delicious as she tasted. I didn't remove my arms from about her, but looked up and said, "And now, you're under the mistletoe, Kathleen." I leaned forward and pulled her closer at the same time. Her lips were soft and pliant. I enjoyed the closeness and the touch immensely. She didn't break the kiss. I finally did because I didn't want the thought of "No" to enter her mind. As we broke, I let my hands slide down her arms. I grasped her delicate hands. "You know, Kathleen, you've always been my favorite niece." She nodded her head and I dropped my hands from her. I almost told her she had everything I wanted – the charm and beauty that the women in family possessed without the cynicism that time in marriage had brought to my wife, Gail. I turned my attention back to the mail. One on the envelopes was heavy. The postmark was LA and no return address. I ripped it open. I dumped the contents onto the counter top. A gag card from Sean, an old frat friend of mine. And 3 joints. "Uncle Kenny, I didn't think you did things like that." Kathleen smiled and yet looked uncertain at the same time. "Every once in a while. A nice surprise from an old college buddy. Want to see if it's any good?" She took a deep breath. I could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. "I've only smoked a few times. But sure, what the heck! It's Christmas time." My spirit was soaring. More time alone with this angel and with the possibility of other delights. "Let me freshen up our drinks and we can smoke by the fireplace." I opened the curtains. The trees in the back had lost their leaves so sunlight flooded the room. I built a pyramid of logs and lit a fire. I motioned Kathleen to sit on the brick apron in front of the fireplace. "Until the chill comes off the air, the heat will feel good here." I patted the bricks and she sat down. After the fire was started, I struck another match. I took a deep drag of the joint and handed it to her. Kathleen took a restrained drag and handed it back to me. We traded it back and forth while the fire started warming the air. I stood up, looked out at the yard, took another hit, came back to Kathleen, handed it to her, and sat Indian style on the floor in front of her. She smiled, laughing at a joke she must have told herself. She stared out the window, at the trees. We were both quite relaxed. I looked her body up and down, luxuriating in the time she was allowing me, studying the shape of her firm body. I moved back up, next to her. I threw the stub into the fire. "What have you been up to lately, Kathleen? School going well?" She shook her head slowly. "Light up another joint, Uncle Ken. I'm not feeling hardly anything from the first one. But the heat from the fireplace is starting to get to me." "I know what you mean. Outside, I needed this sweater. Now I don't." I pulled my green v-necked sweater over my head. "I feel the same way," she said, standing up. She was just a foot from me. My head was thigh-high to her. Kathleen was always very careful of her clothes. She pulled the neck of her tight sweater over her head. Her skirt rose up. I saw the top of her nylons. The tone of her thigh muscles was unbelievable. A wonderful shape, but soft enough to look pliant – they begged to be touched, stroked, massaged. I looked to see how her sweater removal was going. She had one arm almost withdrawn; her head still covered with the sweater. I bent down and took a quick look up her skirt. I was rewarded. Her white panties were small and thin. A wonderful rectangle of dark, trimmed hair showed through her tight panties. It was hard to stop looking, but the risk was great. I lit the second joint and handed it to Kathleen as she sat back down. Her blouse was white and fit tightly across her bust. She took a deep drag this time. "Last night", she started. "Last night Brendan broke up with me." She almost sobbed. "He said that I wasn't fun." "I'm sorry, Kathleen." I put my arm lightly over her shoulders, to give her comfort. She curled into my chest and sobbed for a minute. Then she shook herself and seemed to come out of it. I withdrew my arm and turned to her. "I didn't mean to bring you down, Kathleen. He must be a real jerk, not seeing that he has one of the most fantastic women in the world. You're bright and charming. You're beautiful!" She has been looking down until my last comment. "Do you really think I'm beautiful? He told me that I wasn't even attractive when he broke up with me." I grunted a laugh. "He must have totally confused you. You are very beautiful." I waited a second, but then plunged ahead. "You know that I do photography on the side. You match any of the models I use." A smile and a quizzical look came to her face. "Really?" Then she thought a second and added, "What type of photography is that?" "My latest commission was swimsuits and lingerie for Sun Dancer. If you ever look in local magazines, you've seen some of my work." "Perhaps I have. Where do you take the shots?" "Various places. At their shop. Sometimes at the beach. Sometimes here." This was developing nicely. "You know, I'd love to take some shots of you." She took another tote. "I wouldn't want to do lingerie. What about what I have on?" "Whatever you're comfortable with. I do have a few outfits left over from my last session." I went over to the back room's closet and returned with three outfits – a swimsuit, a formal dress, and a sheer nightgown. "If you like one, you can change in the powder room." "Ok." When she closed the door, I hopped up to the bookcases that faced the sofa. I turned on the video camera that was aimed at the juncture where the sectional pieces came together. I put the CD player on to hide the small whirling sound the camera made. The little red light was already covered. I might get some good video that I could save … or swap … or sell. In just another minute or so, Kathleen came out. She wore the dark blue formal dress. "You look stunning. Keep smiling." I took a few photos. Through the viewfinder, I could see that she was glowing. Although she might be upset at her breakup with Brendan, the camera couldn't detect it. "Turn and look over your shoulder." I snapped another series of pictures. The dress was off the shoulders, narrow at the waist, and slightly flared to its hem. "Kathleen, you're a dream model. Your beauty makes the dress look stunning. Turn back a half turn to the front." I snapped as I talked. Her breasts were thrust up and out by the dress. "That's wonderful. Your bust line is perfect for this item." She flushed a bit at my comment. I wanted to get things more risqué and I wanted to maintain control. "That was very nice, Kathleen. Now let's try something else." "Uncle Kenny, this was the only item that I'd feel comfortable in." Her beautiful smile was troubled. "It is cold," I said, deliberately misunderstanding her. I raised my arm toward the fireplace, "However with the fire going, you'll be warm enough in the swimsuit." "Perhaps," she said as she closed the powder room door. I reloaded my camera. Then I went upstairs and checked the messages. I wanted to be sure my wife wasn't coming home early. I refilled our sodas. When I got back downstairs, Kathleen was back at the fireplace, already dressed in the iridescent yellow 2-piece bikini. "I was wondering where you had gone to, Uncle Kenny. I thought maybe we were finished for the day." "Only if you're too tired, young lady. It's not often I get a model that the clothes love as much as they do you. Let me see you." I offered her my hand and she got up. I smelled the fragrance of her hair. I spun her around and feasted my eyes on the marvelous shape of her bottom and the incredible tone of her calves and thighs. Then I spun her around to face me. The rich swell of her creamy breasts and ripe nipples were just barely hidden by the material. My eyes traveled further down, past the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips, the flatness of her stomach and rested on the wonders of her pussy that was hidden by the swimsuit bottom. "Uncle Kenny, you're looking so hard that you're embarrassing me." "Kathleen, you should be a model. Oh, I don't mean quit school, but you have very nice curves that flatter everything you wear. And of course, your face is lovely. The girls will envy you. The boys will desire you." Her face reddened. It was very attractive against her brown hair. I started snapping pictures. Kathleen was getting into it. She arched her back, swung her head, and rested a foot on the brick of the fireplace. She gazed out the window, her other foot flat to the floor. From the front, I caught the spread of her legs, hoping that in the lab I could bring out more detail. I even took pictures from behind while she was in the pose. The curve of her calf was nicely caught. Her buttocks were separated somewhat. "Kathleen, come over here." I gestured toward the coffee table between the sectional and the bookcases. "Have a seat in the corner, where the pieces come together." She comfortably snuggled in. My video was getting all of this now. "That's a nice pose," I said, just to get the patter going. "Have you ever seen the Impressionists, where the lady is relaxing on the divan and she puts one foot down and the other up on a cushion. Here." I handled Kathleen a cushion. "You know, this is pretty fun," she said. I snapped a few which focused on her bikini bottom, trying to ensure that I had the maximum chance of developing something that would show me more of her body. "You've been working hard, Kathleen. Let's go rest by the fireplace again." I lit the last joint and handed it to her. She took a deep drag. "Kathleen, how about modeling the other outfit next?" "The nightgown! Uncle Kenny, I'd be too embarrassed having you see me in that." I took a hit and slowly exhaled the smoke. "You know it wouldn't be the first time I saw you in underwear." Kathleen laughed. "It doesn't count when I was a child." "Oh, I don't mean then. Do you remember your confirmation day? You were a junior in high school." "Of course, we had a party in the backyard." "That's right, Kathleen. You had on a frilly white dress. It was breezy. When you stepped off the back deck, a gust of wind blew your dress up and you didn't know it for a while. You wore sheer white stockings, a white garter belt, and the smallest whitest bikini panties I'd seen since college. The contrast between your flesh and the stockings was tremendous. I knew then you'd make an awesome lingerie model." She looked at me with her mouth open for a moment. I didn't know what was going to come next. "When the wind whipped up the back of my dress, I didn't think anyone was behind me. I was shocked when my mother yelled. She must have thought I was flashing you." With that remark, Kathleen's face flushed. "Here, have the last drag," I said, passing her the joint. She took it then stood up. "I shouldn't be hypocritical." She went back into the powder room. I quickly checked to make sure my video camera was still rolling. I loaded another roll into my hand-held camera, when she popped her head out the partially opened door. "Uncle Kenny, if I'm going to model this, I have to be more relaxed. I can't be almost undressed when you're fully clothed. You need to be in - just your underwear. Ok?" That wasn't hard for me to decide. "Ok, if that's what you want." When she shut the door, I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants. I had boxer shorts with a button on the fly. She wouldn't see flesh, but all she'd have to do is glance at my briefs and the tent would tell her what was inside. When Kathleen came out, I had to count to five, so I didn't shoot in my briefs immediately. "Perfect!" I took a couple of shots of her walking towards me. The silk nightgown was diaphanous. I could see clearly the swell of her creamy breasts, pushed up by her bra. And the bikini panties that I sneaked a glance at earlier were now fully available to my gaze. "Come over to the couch again." Relax and recline in the corner. I snapped pictures from directly over her, from behind, from her feet. "Stand up. Put your hands on your hips. No, not that way." I touched her soft hands and placed them lower on her warm hips. Then I took her shoulders and turned her torso. Anything to establish and maintain physical touch with this wonderful creature. I stepped back and pronounced her perfect again. While I snapped her image, I saw her occasionally glance down at my shorts. I stopped and put in another roll of film. "Kathleen, knell on the floor and put your elbows on the coffee table." "Uncle Kenny, " she protested, "you'll be able to see just about all of my breasts that way," but then she took the pose anyway. I was rewarded. Part of her left nipple came out as she leaned over. I hoped the video got that clearly. I took a few shots. Front, left, right. "Kathleen, let's rest from that position. Sit back and relax. Up on the sectional. Let the nightgown fall open a bit. That's it. Very nice. Let me help you relax before the next pose." She was positioned exactly at the focus of my silent, ongoing video. I touched her arm. She was cool to the touch. I stroked from her shoulder down to her elbow, then the wrist, and finally across her palm to her fingers. "That feels good, Uncle Kenny." Emboldened, I took up her other arm and treated it to the same massage. Then I continued using both hands, massaging her muscles and flesh, from her shoulder to her fingers. I allowed the back of my hands to run against her bra-encased breasts, lightly, hoping to arouse her passion, but not her caution. Kathleen closed her eyes and relaxed completely under my efforts. I took the opportunity. I carefully put her one arm up on the top of the sofa cushions. The other arm I placed carefully on her leg with her fingers outstretched. I continued a light massage down the front of her thigh, down to her knee. There I spread out to the fullness of her leg, using both hands to warm and excite her skin. I worked slowly and carefully with my hands and fingers on her calf, then her foot. Being watchful to not let her excitement rise to a tickle. I eased myself on the couch next to Kathleen, my leg brushing hers. I slowly worked her flesh, back up from her foot to the knee. Then I spread my fingers as comfortably as wide as possible and massaged up her thigh, twisting the skin slightly one way then the other. At her upper thighs I was careful not to touch near her pussy, but made little feints to and from my goal to increase her need for me to touch her there, but not so daring as to get her to feel the need to say, "No, Uncle Kenny." When I passed her waist without making an obvious move towards her womanly treasure, I felt Kathleen relax. I kneaded the skin of her supple arm. The soft weight of her breast through the bra excited my forearm. I lifted her other arm above her head and caressed from her shoulder up to her fingertips. This pulled me parallel to her body – thigh to thigh, boxers to bikinis, chest to breasts, and face-to-face. Kathleen opened her eyes a moment. When she closed them, she leaned forward and kissed me softly but with passion. I had no problem responding in kind. I rested my body fully against hers. The feeling so long is desire, so near to completion was immense. I slid one hand back down her arm to her shoulder, to her chest, encircling her firm breast. She moaned her approval and clasped her hand on top of mine. I rolled a bit off of her and took a quick glance around to ensure that we were in good view of the video camera. I kissed her now and slipped my hand under the cool material of the posing gown and under the bra. Her nipple was erect. I found the other nipple was erect too. I massaged them, thinking of the times I'd imagined their look and feel. I ducked my head down and licked and suckled, both of us enjoying it. Kathleen started to stroke my back with a good vigor. I let one hand drop to her thigh while I tongued her breasts. I continued massaging her leg, clenching her skin then releasing it. Kathleen responded in turn, pushing her thigh against my hand. Finally I dragged my fingers lightly across the firm muscles of her upper thigh and casually brushed across the top of her underwear as my hand went to her other thigh. Mistletoe Magic My hand went back and forth across her legs, each time increasing the contact with her bikini-encased vulva. I alternated between kissing her sweet lips, nibbling her adorable neck, and salivating on her peachy breasts topped with strawberry nipples. One time, I let my hand stay and stroke her pussy through the thin material of her panties. I massaged her soft flesh, feeling her nether lips and the exquisite flesh around them. Her moisture started to soak the material. I slipped the material aside and slid a finger along her slit. The juices were thick. I pulled my hand back up to her chest. The scent of sex was heavy on my hand. I sucked the juice off my finger, tasting her sexual arousal. I knelt up. Kathleen didn't open her eyes. She reached forward and caressed my penis through the boxers. Putting my thumbs under the waistband of her panties, I slowly pulled them down. A thick but neatly trimmed bush concealed her pussy lips. When I pulled the panties all the way off, I moved to one side and stroked her very moist slit and massaged her far leg, pushing it wide, so that the video would get an unencumbered shot of my latest conquest. Then I slipped off the sofa and licked my way from her thigh to her cunt. She squealed and twisted. Away and then back towards me, while my lips nibbled on the redness of her fleshy lips. I rounded my tongue and thrust it in and out of her hole. I sucked and teethed the warm flushed flesh of her inner thighs. Kathleen lifted her hips and half-turned over, inviting me to explore her buttocks. I rolled her the rest of the way and tongued her pert ass and buttocks, while I fingered her clit. Moving my head away from her ass, I fucked her with my fingers, so the video would have a complete picture of what I was doing. Her hand found my cock. She was rubbing it through my shorts. I turned her onto her back again. I removed the silk gown, the bra and the bikini underwear completely off of her. I stripped off my shorts. Kathleen grasped my penis. She stroked the shaft and fingering its purple head. While cupping my balls, she said, "Do you think we should, Uncle Kenny." She was beautiful. She was fuckable. She was naked. She couldn't think negative now. I dragged three fingers through her moist cunt. One finger on each side of the cleft and one in the middle, slipping in to the second knuckle, and ending up rubbing her clitoris. "I want to," I said. "Don't you?" Nobody goes this far, grabs a cock, and then says 'No'. She never answered out loud. I leaned forward and kissed her. She pulled my cock towards her. Her body was too buried underneath mine for a good shot. I rolled her on top of me. Her hand slipped off my cock. I lifted her hips with my hands. I grabbed her ass checks so that every secret she had would be revealed and slowly wagged my cock against her moist nether lips. She was avid for it now. Every time I rubbed the swollen head of my cock against her wet slit, she would push down trying to capture it within her. I wanted her to want it so badly that this wouldn't be a one-time event. But finally, actually in just a couple of minutes, Kathleen reached behind her back and directed my willing cock unto her hot pussy. The warmness of her snug cunt grasped and hugged my cock that had ached for this since she was 17. "Oh, Uncle Kenny." Kathleen's eyes flew open. "It hurts!" She shimmied her waist, hips, and thighs. "A little." I lifted her slowly by her hips so that only the head of my cock remained within her. When I released my grip, she slid down my cock regaining its favored position. "It feels better now. Uncle Kenny, you're bigger than Brandon and he's the only one I've ever down it with before." I had to make a confession too. "You feel so good, Kathleen, and I've wanted you so long that I'm not going to last long." I started pistoning in and out of her. I pushed my cock deep into her. She slammed her hips against me. We both withdrew until just the cum-covered head of my cock stayed within her. We embraced and kissed avidly, while our lower bodies thrust at each other. In a short time, I started shooting deep inside my beautiful niece. I always knew that she had great physical beauty and muscle tone, but I was surprised to find that included incredible control of her inner cunt muscles. She clutched my cock inside. She twisted it softly. My orgasm was extreme. After I few minutes, I was able to say, "That was awesome, Kathleen." I stroked her back and caressed her hair. She smiled and we lay there a few minutes. Then she reached down, between our bodies and fondled my flaccid cock. She slid down. I could feel the dampness of her crotch against my leg. It was very sensual. I continued to stroke her hair, barely able to move my body after the intense effort. She slithered all the way down to my cock. Her pale hand stroked my balls, massaged my thighs, and rubbed my prick. She looked up at me and said, "I want to do it again." She stuck out her tongue and licked my shaft. Up, then down. Lightly touching my sensitive skin, wetting it with her saliva, making me want more. At last, Kathleen tongued the cap of my cock. The lock on her flushed face with her rosy lips not quite covering the head of my hardening cock made me want to come again immediately. Then she commenced to suck my cock into her mouth. She swabbed the head inside her mouth. She pushed her nose all the way into my pubic hair, my cock rising more, jamming against her throat. She licked, lathered, tongued, blew, sucked, massaged, and got me god-awful hard again. I had to pull her away from my cock. "Stop or I'll shoot right now," I warned her. She rose up so that we could kiss. I massaged the globes of her ass. She pushed against my hands so insistently that I stuck my finger up her ass. She wiggled and clenched my finger tightly. I couldn't tell if she liked it or not. I withdrew my finger. I got under her again, but this time turned Kathleen so that her back was to me. And her front was fully exposed to the video. She turned her head and we kissed. I stroked her firm breasts while trying to align my cock between her legs. Kathleen mumbled, "Not there, Uncle Kenny." "Ok, Kathleen. Not your ass." At least not this time. "I want to slide it into your sweet soft pussy from behind. Then I can rub your clit and tits easily." "That sounds nice," she said, but then pulled my hand from her right breast. She sucked my fingers and kept the one redolent with her ass smell in her mouth the longest. I spread her legs a bit more and placed the head of my hard cock into the vestibule of her pussy. Kathleen reached down between her legs and squeezed my nuts as I thrust deeply into her. It took just a few minutes more and I shot and shot into her tender cunt. Kathleen enjoyed the fuck as much as me. She tensed, relaxed, tensed again. She thrust. She pushed. She twisted. Her whole body shook until she finally rested against me. It was several minutes before I was recovered enough to recognize the softness of the curve of her detectable ass against my thigh. Finally Kathleen got up and went into the powder room. I dressed, turned off the video camera, and took the newly exposed rolls into the darkroom. Kathleen was coming out of the powder room, when we heard noises upstairs. "Ken! Ken!" Gail was back from shopping. She called out. "I'm back with Emily. Where's Kathleen? We saw her car." "Oh, no!" Kathleen said.