8 comments/ 89373 views/ 35 favorites All A-Twitter By: BillyBobJoeEd It was a typical late Friday afternoon in October. I was trying to reach a logical stopping place on a client's project and thinking of getting a shower. I planned on calling one of my friends and/or fuck buddies and getting out of the house for the evening. Being single and running my own one-man web design operation from home like I do makes it important to maintain some social contact. Even in high school and college, I worked to keep that balance between my studies and my social life, managing to be both a serious student and a popular guy on campus. Now, almost 25 years after my school days ended, it's more important than ever. Yes, I'm 47, never been married. My name is Albert. Call me Al. I had just decided to call my newest friend-with-benefits, a curvy 34-year-old brunette named Delores, when my cell phone dinged with a text message from my niece, Carrie Jean. CJ, as I call her, is my brother's only daughter, the only grandchild in our small family, and is a freshman at the local University. We have often shared Sunday night dinners together because the dining hall isn't open then, so I assumed she was checking to see if the plans were still on. Wrong. "Got plans tonight?" was all it said. I shot back a text. "I guess I do now. Call me" Within 30 seconds, the phone was ringing. The caller ID showed that it was Carrie. "What's up, CJ?" I chuckled into the phone. "Get stood up for a date tonight?" "I wish," she grumbled. My fuckin' roomy decided like five minutes ago that she's going to let her boyfriend into her panties tonight and she wants me out of the room." A momentary vision of CJ's roommate, Lisa -- a tall, slender redhead with an attention-getting chest -- naked and fucking crossed my mind and my cock gave a twitch. "Ah, the college life. My roommate and I took turns with that routine a lot," I chuckled. "Sure, come on into town. I'd love to see you." "Thanks, Uncle Al," my niece said. I could hear the tension easing from her voice already. "What's for supper?" "Well," I muttered, "I have some chicken and stuff on hand. I suppose I could invent something delicious for my favorite niece." "I'm your only niece, doofus," she laughed. "Hey. You're right! Dinner's settled then," I said. "Should I make up the guest room so you don't have to go back to the room and disturb the lovebirds?" "Yeah. Probably a good idea to give Lisa time to wash her sheets and air out the room," Carrie giggled. "Think they'll be done by Sunday night?" "Looks like I'm making up the guest room," I said, certain now that my weekend was spoken for. "Pull into the parking garage. I'll let them know you're coming. I'll ring you in when you buzz." "You're the best, unkie!" my niece almost cheered. "See you in about an hour! OK! Love you! Buh-bye!" (She always ended her phone calls to me with that bit from the Animaniacs "Buttons and Mindy" cartoons.) I called George, the security guard, gave him CJ's license plate number and told him to let my niece in and point her to my guest parking spot in the garage. Then I set about getting clean sheets on the guest room bed, fresh towels in the guest room and straightening up around my moderate-size top floor loft. I was awfully glad the maid service had been here on Wednesday. Still there was a fair amount of clutter. You'd be wrong if you thought I was feeling that my weekend had just been ruined. While it was certain that my time wouldn't be spent rolling around in bed with Delores or another of my favorite lovers, I actually was looking forward to hanging out with Carrie. Her father is my only sibling, and our parents are my only other living relatives besides CJ. They all live a thousand miles away, so these chances to be around family have been pretty rare since I left the farm and moved to the big city. That was my choice and, looking back, I guess I made it sometime in Junior High when I decided that computers were what interested me. At that point I became the math-and-sciences whiz in the whole school. By my sophomore year in high school, the seniors were asking me to help them with homework problems. I parlayed that into my own brand of high school popularity, regularly getting dates with some of the hottest girls in school, despite the fact that I didn't play sports and that many of these young ladies were older than I. Let's just say I had sex with loads of girls -- and even a few guys. (Yes, I've been bisexual since I can remember, but that's another story.) It was pretty obvious to my family that I was going to college and that I wouldn't be coming back to the farm so, when grandpa died, they sold off what would've been my share of his land and put the money in a trust fund for college and whatever else my life might lead me to. It's grown, both from interest and the fact that I've added to it from my earnings over the years. Next I went to the kitchen and frantically started pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator and pantry and coming up with a plan for dinner. There wasn't much, but it appeared I had enough on hand to come up with a respectable Chicken Fricassee. I had just started cutting up an onion when Carrie buzzed from the parking garage. I rang her in and went back to the kitchen. Before long I heard CJ knock on the door. When I opened it, there was my beautiful niece, all 5 foot 4 of her, standing there with an overnight bag in her hand. She was dressed in a denim mini-skirt with black tights underneath, high-topped black high-heeled boots, and an oversized fuzzy blue cardigan wrapped around her upper half and tied at the waist. She was smiling from ear to ear and practically pounced on me with a hug and a kiss to my cheek. I took her overnight bag back to the guest room. She followed, thanking me almost constantly for 'saving her from sleeping in the Student Union' or some other fate worse than death, and then we went on into the kitchen. She parked herself on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar, I poured us both some chilled white wine, and we chatted about her school, my work and news from family back home while I cut up the chicken, chopped more vegetables and started working everything into the pot. At some point in our chatting, Carrie shucked off her sweater, revealing a pink scoop-neck tee that was so tight on her that it clung very closely to her small boobs. The non-uncle part of me immediately registered that this cute little blond with the shoulder-length hair and big blue eyes was clearly not wearing a bra, and guessed that said bra would probably be an A cup. The uncle part of me went back to work. I started some rice to go alongside the fricassee, and about the time the lids went on both pots, I told Carrie that dinner would be ready in about a half hour and that I was going to freshen up and go shut down my computer so I wouldn't be distracted by work while "I entertained such a lovely young beauty." She giggled and even blushed a little. Working from home means that I usually dress pretty casual and today's worn-out jeans and rumpled shirt were no different, so I changed into some Dockers and a nicer shirt. "At least I shaved this morning," I thought to myself. I went back to my office to shut down my computer and retrieve my phone. There was one last client email I had to deal with. It didn't take long, so I went on my Twitter account to get caught up with the few people I follow. The latest tweet in my feed was from CJ. "RT this if you give great head." Obviously she was tweeting from her phone while she waited for me in the kitchen. I really tried not to think of my young blonde niece down on her knees with a cock in her mouth but a mental movie of Carrie's blonde head bobbing on my rod ran for a few seconds before I could change the channel back to 'uncle mode' and deflate my erection. I sent her a Direct Message. "Bragging about giving good head might make some old pervert ask for a demonstration of your skills." Within seconds she replied to my DM "LOL! Know any old perverts?" I sent this DM back to her: "You never know. I may be the biggest old pervert you know." I closed my phone and walked back to the kitchen. When I turned to look at her, she was blushing bright red all the way from the roots of her hair down to her chest and her nipples were so hard that they looked ready to cut holes in her shirt. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, CJ," I told her. "I just wanted to warn you that you should be careful what you say on social media. That stuff is up there forever, and you never know who's going to read it -- teachers, employers, family..." "Oops, I hadn't thought of that," she mumbled as she reached for her phone. "Maybe I should delete that tweet?" "Good idea." I said. "Then pour us some more wine while I nuke some green beans and get this dinner on plates for us." We settled back into our earlier conversation over dinner, then I made coffee and scooped some ice cream for us to enjoy in the living room. I have two overstuffed chairs in front of a gas fireplace, and CJ settled into one and asked me to light us a fire. The coffee and ice cream out of the way, I poured myself a brandy -- Carrie said she didn't want any. I was enjoying sitting there in front of the fire, occasionally sipping my brandy while Carrie rattled on about classes, boys, other students and whatever else and then she punched my arm. "I asked you a question, unk," she said. "Sorry. I was enjoying the music of your voice so much that I forgot to listen to the lyrics." "God, you are so smooth. It's a wonder I don't have ten cousins by six different aunts." "Be glad you don't," I quipped. "That would totally ruin Thanksgiving at the farm" Carrie took a minute to stop giggling, and then I asked her to repeat her question. "So what about you?" "What do you mean, 'what about me?'" I asked. Apparently I'd completely lost the thread of our conversation. "I was honest when I re-tweeted that thing," she said. "I was just wondering, Uncle Al. Do you give good head?" I gulped. Surely my eighteen-year old niece didn't just ask me if I was good at oral sex, did she? I looked at her. She raised one eyebrow as if to say, "Well???" "OK," I stammered. "I may as well be honest. Yes, I think I do. At least nobody's ever complained, and they've all come back for more. In fact, one woman that I still occasionally get together with was one of my high school 'conquests' that keeps showing up just for my tongue. She tells me her husband still hasn't learned how to eat pussy, even though he tries. I won't tell you who she is because I'm sure you know her." Of course Carrie knew her. This woman was Carrie's high school Algebra teacher! "Uhm... well, wow," Carrie murmured. Her blush was returning, as were the hard points under her t-shirt. She was silent for quite a while. "Too much information?" I asked. "No," Carrie told me, "I'm just trying to figure out what married lady I know back in Emetsville who'd travel a thousand miles just to have you, um, eat her pussy." "Let's just say you'd be shocked and leave it at that." I reassured her. "Any more uncomfortable questions you want to pose to your old uncle?" I asked. "Let's see," she said before chewing on her lower lip for a moment. "When was the first time you went down on a girl?" I thought for a moment, trying to plumb the rusty depths of my memory, but before I could frame my answer, Carrie interrupted me. "Forget it. I really shouldn't be asking anyway." "I was only trying to remember exactly when it was," I told her. "It's been a long time. We can certainly change topics if you want," I added. I waited for my niece to decide. "No, I really think I'd like to learn more about my favorite uncle," Carried giggled. "OK. Well, it was back in high school," I said. "So it was probably around 1980 or so. This girl and I -- and forgive me for not naming names because she still lives in town -- well, we were making out hot and heavy in the back of my old Camaro. Like any red-blooded male I was trying to get into her pants, but she was resisting, saying she wanted to stay a virgin, but she was still pretty heated up, you know?" "So here I was, with a raging hard-on and no place to put it, when she offered up the solution. She said, 'One of my girlfriends told me about pussy eating -- you know, where a guy licks a girl, uh, down there? Her boyfriend does it to her and she just loves the way he makes her cum.'" "I really wasn't sure about that, I mean, I'd never heard of cunnilingus at that point, even though I wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but I really wanted to do something with this girl. She really was sexy and, like I said, I was pretty horny by that point. Then she offered the clincher. She offered to suck me off if I'd eat her out, but I had to do her first." "I'd had a grand total of one blowjob at that point in my life, given to me by a girl who wanted to thank me for helping her with her Trigonometry -- she'd gotten an 'A' on the mid-term." "Let me guess, CJ chimed in. "I probably know her, too?" "Emetsville is a small town," I reminded her. "Anyway," I continued, "she scooted over into the corner of the back seat, pulled her skirt up around her waist and shimmied out of her panties. This was back in the days when girls didn't shave their pussies, so all I really saw in the moonlight was a big tangle of curly black hair." "Oh, so she was a brunette," my niece chuckled. "That narrows it down some." "Or it would if she didn't dye her hair these days," I told her. "And no, I'm not telling you what color." "Alright. I surrender. Go on with the story." "So I got down on the floorboards there in the back seat and pushed my face up into her crotch. The first thing that hit me was the smell of sweat and pee - it had been a hot day -- I almost gagged, but I wanted to keep my word, so I continued on and stuck my tongue out to take my first taste. It took me about two seconds to realize I was hooked. Her juices were delicious! After that, I've never hesitated about going down on a girl." "I'd fingered a few girls, so I sort of knew where my tongue should go, so I licked up her slit and licked around at the top until I found the spot that I later learned was called her clitoris. Well, she practically climbed out of the car when I hit that spot; let me tell you, except she wasn't trying to get away because she was cumming. I was enjoying the taste of her juices and the sound of her moans, so I just kept on sucking and licking until she grabbed me by the ears and pulled my head away from her crotch. I didn't know much about female orgasms at that point in my life, but she told me she'd had four of them before it got to be too much for her." "Damn..." Carrie whispered. I looked over at her and noticed she was squirming in her chair, rubbing her thighs against each other. I also noticed that her nipples had gotten impossibly hard despite the warmth from the fireplace. "After that, well, word got around, so I got lots of practice in during high school." "And she kept coming back for more?" Carrie teased. "At least until she fell in love with the guy she married," I said with a wink. "And no, we never did anything else. I'd eat her out and she'd suck me off. It went on for a couple of years." My beautiful niece quietly watched the fire for a moment before she said, "Do you want to hear about my first, er, experience, Uncle Al?" "Only if you want to tell me." I reassured her. "This has got to be at the top of my list of strange conversations already." "I bet," Carrie nodded. "When I called this afternoon, I never thought I'd be sitting by the fire with my uncle discussing blowjobs and pussy-eating." "Blame the wine, sweetie," I told her. "And besides, it's not like there's anyone would we tell about this, right?" "Certainly not my daddy," Carrie shuddered. "I feel like he still sees me as a ten-year-old sometimes. I know I'll always be daddy's little girl, but I'm turning into a grown woman and he just can't see that." "I'm having a little trouble with the concept myself," I admitted, "since it wasn't really that many years ago that you really were just a little girl, but I'm trying to let you be an adult and treat you accordingly." "I know, unkie," she said as she reached out to pat my hand. "I love you." "And I love you too, CJ." "Do you know you're the only one who ever calls me CJ?" Carrie giggled. "Everyone in Emetsville calls me Carrie Jean like it's one name. At least here at college people just call me Carrie, but I like your pet name for me. It makes me feel special." "Good." We both sat and stared at the fire for a few minutes before my niece broke the silence. "It was last year, just after my 18th birthday," she said. I didn't answer. I just looked at her and nodded. "I was out with... not important. I was out with this boy that I liked at the time and we were making out in the rec room at his parents' house since they were out for the evening and he was trying real hard to get into my pants. Honestly, unkie, are boys always like that?" "Since Adam was a boy," I chuckled. "I believe you, since you probably knew him, old man," Carrie said, then stuck her tongue out at me. "Ahem." "Anyway, unkie, I really liked him, but I wasn't ready to give him my virginity and I wasn't on the Pill like I am now, but I didn't want to lose him, so I had to do something. Anyway, one of my friends told me that if she didn't want to go all the way with a guy -- like if she just wasn't that into him or she was on her period -- she'd suck him off and then he'd be worn out and he'd take her home." "They'd do that back in my day, too." I added. "I'm sensing a pattern to human existence," Carrie laughed. "Well, anyway, I scooted down off the couch and got between his knees and started unbuckling his belt and unsnapping his jeans and I looked up at him and said, 'I don't want to go all the way but I'll suck you off if you'll get rid of these jeans.' He stood up and stripped out of his jeans and underwear so fast!" "You said the magic words, CJ." I said. "You said 'I'll suck you off' to a teenage boy." "I guess! So there I was, down on my knees in front of my first naked guy -- well, he had his shirt on, but close enough -- and I really didn't know what to do. At first, I just played with him, you know, I was really fascinated by his, er, penis and his, uh, nuts, the way his hard thing would jerk whenever I touched it, or the way his balls rolled around in their sack, and how warm everything was to the touch." "I think he was starting to get impatient, and he pulls me by my shoulders to get my face closer to his thing, and I look up and tell him it's my first time at this and it may not be any good. He said he'd never gotten a blowjob, so he wouldn't know good from bad. I took his cock in my hand and just held it for a minute. It was so hot, and I could feel his heartbeat. I thought it was totally amazing! There was a bunch of clear stuff oozing out of it ..." "Pre-cum," I told her. By this point I probably was oozing a bit of it myself as I listened to my young niece tell about the first blowjob she ever gave. "I learned that later," she answered. "I stuck my tongue out and licked at it. It was a little salty, but it felt so sexy to taste his sex juices like that, so I kind of kissed the head of his cock and sucked to get more of that tasty stuff. I pulled up and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was straining to lift something really heavy -- the veins were all popping out in his neck and his face was red. I was a little scared that he was going to die on me and I'd have to explain to his parents why he was both naked and dead, so I just held his cock at the base and watched him for a little to be sure he was OK. He calmed down some, so I ran my tongue up his shaft. He twitched in my hand and then there was more of that tasty stuff and I sucked it off the head and he went all stiff on me again. I sat back and watched him again." All A-Twitter Ch. 02 Monday morning after that weekend that forever altered the relationship between my niece, Carrie, and me, I was back at my desk in my home office. Once I had all the technology booted back up I started going through my messages. There was the usual spam, a few clients wanting me to call them over some minor issues and questions, and one direct message in Twitter from Carrie: "I'll tell you the whole story later, you big ol' pervert" with a link to a YouTube video of Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" I replied with "You have this big old pervert's attention. Love you!" Her reply came back just moments later: "Love you too. On my way to class. Call you tonight." She did call, and she told me the whole story. I was so aroused by her story that I jacked off listening to her tell it. Because it was so sweet and hot I asked her to write it down so we could share it with you here. *** I left my Uncle Al's downtown condo feeling like I could fly. When the weekend began, I had no expectations of losing my virginity – that was supposed to be happening to my roommate, Lisa, while I stayed with my uncle. Instead, I spent the most glorious and romantic 48 hours of my life in a weekend filled with many firsts: The first time my pussy had been eaten, the first time anyone had kissed me with my juices on their face, the first time I had slept naked with a man, the first time I had ever been filled by a man's penis, the first time... well, you get the idea. If that many firsts had happened with any man I loved, it would have been enough to fill my heart to overflowing with pure joy. The fact that it happened with my Uncle Albert, a man I love more than anyone except possibly my own father, was just too incredible for words to express. All those thoughts of romance and love were driven from my mind the moment I walked into my dorm room and saw my roommate, Lisa, curled into the fetal position on her bed, sobbing. My first thought was that she was injured. Fearing the worst, I checked her for any visible bruises on her arms and legs where they were exposed by her long sleep shirt. No bruises. I coaxed her out of the self-protective ball she had rolled herself into and checked her face, fully expecting to see black eyes or a fat lip. She was unbruised, though the mascara had been smeared from her hairline to her chin. She looked awful. When she saw that it was me, she wrapped her arms around me and started a fresh round of sobbing. "What's wrong?" I asked as I stroked her hair and tried to calm her. "Oh, Carrie!" she wailed. "It was J-Jason. We broke up" "Did he hit you?" I asked, my anger starting to rise, "because if he did..." "No," she sobbed. "He didn't hit me, but..." "But what?" I wanted to find out what that scumbag frat boy had done to my roommate so I could kill him myself. I may have only been rooming with Lisa for a couple of months, but in that time I'd begun to feel like she was the sister I never had. Nobody was going to hurt her if I could help it! "He turned out to be an asshole," Lisa spat. "Letting him have sex with me was a total disaster and I kicked him out." "When?" "I'm not sure. Friday night, I guess. Sometime around midnight." "And you've been here, crying, this whole time?" I asked. "Lisa, it's nine o'clock on Sunday night!" "It is?" I nodded. "I'm going to guess. You haven't moved from this bed since Jason left here, have you?" Lisa shook her head. "You haven't even eaten?" I asked incredulously. "No," she told me. The tears were still threatening to spill from her big green eyes. I stood up, took her hands and pulled on her until she stood – not an easy task since Lisa is at least six inches taller than I am. "Shower. Now," I ordered, giving her a shove toward the bathroom we shared with the other two girls in our suite. "You'll feel better once you get cleaned up and I get some food in you. Then we can talk." "Aww, mom!" she whined. I smiled at her back as she retreated. At least her sense of humor was coming back. When I heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on, I started cleaning up the room. It wasn't really messy. There were a lot of tissues in her trashcan, Lisa's bed was rumpled and her bedside lamp had been knocked over. "Maybe I should go see if Jason has a fat lip," I chuckled to myself. "It looks like my roomie got some punches in." When I went to straighten Lisa's bed, I saw the red-brown stain of dried blood in the middle of the bottom sheet. That had to be changed! She didn't need any reminders of that frat rat. I stripped the sheets from her bed, discovering in the process that her mattress pad was also bloodstained. I stripped it off as well, figuring that she could do without it for a while. With the dirty sheets in her laundry bag, I retrieved a clean set from her closet and set about making her bed. I was just putting a fresh pillowcase on her pillow when she came out of the bathroom. She had one towel wrapped around her body, under her armpits, and another wrapped around her head. "Feel better?" I asked. "A little," she replied. "But now I'm hungry." "Lucky for you that I just happen to have a secret stash of cookies," I smiled. "Does tea sound good?" "Hot chocolate, maybe?" she asked hopefully. I'll nuke some water. By the time you've got some clothes on, I should have your 'feast' prepared." I wasn't quite right about that, but considering that 'dressed' amounted to a clean sleeping shirt and nothing else, I can be forgiven for my missed guess. Anyway, it was only minutes until we were seated side-by-side on my bed, mugs of hot chocolate in hand and a box of cookies on my bedside table. Lisa was devouring them ravenously. "OK, Lisa," I began. "Tell me what happened. From the beginning, and don't leave anything out. I'm trying to decide whether castration is good enough for your ex-boyfriend." "Only if I can help," she said. "He took me out to Applebee's around 9 o'clock. Nothing too fancy, but dinner was pretty nice and Jason was actually pretty sweet during dinner and on the way back to the dorm. He held my hand as we walked, opened doors for me and acted like a gentleman. I guess it was about 10 or 10:30 when we got back here to the room and we started making out. That part was nice. I really like being kissed." "He had my top off pretty quick, and pretty soon my bra was out of the way, too. I think he's had some experience with bra clasps, because he barely even fumbled. I pulled his sweatshirt over his head and we hugged and kissed for just a little longer. I really loved the feeling of my nipples rubbing against his chest." Listening to Lisa tell her story was getting me wet as I remembered the wonderful sensations of my own hard nipples grazing against Uncle Al's naked skin as he held me. "So far, so good," I told her. "So what went wrong?" "I guess I should have known something wasn't really right when he didn't play with my breasts. He just went straight for the snap of my jeans. I was naked in no time. I mean, I wanted to end up naked with him, but I wanted something more than just to be stripped, you know?" I nodded. "So the next thing I know, Jason has a rubber on his, um..." "Cock, I said. "Just say it. We're big girls here." "So he has a rubber on his... cock... and I'm pinned down to the bed and he's pushing himself into me. It hurt, Carrie. It really hurt! "Bastard," I muttered. "Did you tell him you were a virgin?" "Yes. I kept asking him to go slower, to be more gentle, but he just pushed himself into me and started humping away like a dog. Fortunately he only lasted a couple of minutes. Then he rolled off me." "Was that when you threw him out?" I asked. I really hoped she had. "No. He was still hard, so he rolled another condom onto his cock. This time he rolled me over until I was on my hands and knees and he entered me from behind. This time didn't hurt, really, but my pussy wasn't that wet and he was really rough about it. He made about three deep strokes into me and then he pulled out and started trying to shove his, um, cock into my... my..." "Did that jerk try to fuck your ass?" I growled menacingly. Lisa nodded. The tears were starting again. I really was going to castrate Jason if I managed to find him. "So?" I asked, deciding to let Lisa finish telling her story. "He started to poke that thing into my, er, butt hole, Carrie," she sobbed. "And it hurt ten times worse than when he pushed into me the first time – into my pussy. All at once there was this searing pain and it felt like part of me actually ripped, and I jumped away from him and started kicking and screaming. I think I got him in the balls with one of the kicks, 'cause he was on the floor clutching his crotch long enough for me to take his clothes and throw them out into the hallway. I pulled him up by his hair and shoved him out the door and yelled at him that he was an insensitive prick and if he ever came near me I would cut his nuts off!" "Good for you!" I cheered. "Did anybody see that?" "I honestly don't know," Lisa sighed. "I think there were a couple of girls out in the hall. They can spread the word to stay away from him." "That sucks, Lisa," I said, putting an arm around her to show I cared. "A girl's first time should be special and that idiot ruined it for you. I should go kick his ass right now." "Forget him. He's not worth it," Lisa sobbed as she threw her arms around me. "Just hold me. I need to be hugged." So I hugged her as she sobbed into my shoulder. I didn't know what else to do but try and comfort her by stroking her back and telling her that it was going to be alright. Her sobbing slowly ebbed but she continued to cling to me, though not as tightly. After what seemed like forever, Lisa pulled her head away from my shoulder and I kissed her on the cheek. She smiled at me, her big green eyes already less full of tears than they were. "Thanks, Carrie," Lisa whispered. "I'm feeling better." I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek again, but she was moving to kiss my cheek. Somehow it all worked out that our lips met – awkwardly, to be sure, but they met all the same. We both pulled away, momentarily stunned by the mouth-to-mouth contact. I'd never kissed another girl on the mouth, and by the look in her eyes, neither had Lisa. "Your lips are really soft," she said quietly. "So are yours," I told her. I had to admit, the softness of Lisa's lips was almost as much of a surprise to me as our accidental kiss. "Er, Carrie," Lisa began. "Have you ever..." "Kissed another girl?" I asked. "No." "Me neither," she said. "Too weird?" I asked. "I can't tell," she muttered. "It wasn't that much of a kiss, was it?" "Are you sure we should do this, Lisa?" I asked. Sure I'd watched some lesbian porn on the internet, and I certainly was open-minded enough about the concept of other people having gay sex, but I could've said the same thing about straight sex until this past Saturday morning. Like a lot of things, it's a different issue when it's happening to you personally. "We can always stop if either of us gets uncomfortable," she suggested as she took my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was tentative, but it was more than just a peck. She backed away, holding me at arm's length to gauge my reaction. I was a little stunned by what I was feeling. Maybe I should've been revolted. Maybe I should've been scared. Maybe I was a little nervous, but mostly I was starting to get turned on. My panties were already starting to get damp from the lubrication my pussy was oozing out and I could feel how hard my nipples were. I couldn't look Lisa in the eye, though, so I looked down. Her nipples were very apparent under the thin fabric of her sleep shirt. I had the sudden urge to feel them. Not knowing what else to do, I leaned in toward Lisa for another kiss. This time our lips opened and our tongues met. Their dance was gentle at first, but the passion increased quickly. The kiss only broke when I felt her hand on my breast and started to pull away from her. "Too weird?" she asked. I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes, but I had no intention of rejecting her. I fumbled with the knot on the sash of my sweater, unable to untie it fast enough. I wanted it out of the way. I wanted her hands on me and there were just too many layers. With Lisa's help, the sweater was quickly discarded and I pulled her to me for another kiss. She put her hand on my left breast and did her best to squeeze it through my shirt and heavily padded bra. Both of us began to breathe more heavily and the urgency of our kisses escalated as well. Next, I reached to fondle her D-cup breasts, much larger than my own A-cups, and covered only by her thin sleep shirt. Her hard nipple bored into my palm as I squeezed the first breast other that my own that I have ever touched. I felt a fresh surge of wetness expelled into my panties as Lisa let out a low moan into my mouth – we were still kissing. Feeling braver, I captured that hard nipple between my index and middle finger, pinching only slightly. That's something that I've always enjoyed, and apparently Lisa enjoyed it too. She threw her head back and moaned. Her eyes were closed and her whole body shook. Had she just cum from me playing with her nipple? Since she had her head rolled back and I was feeling so sexually powerful from the thought that I had made her cum, I started kissing my way down her neck from just below her ear, trailing kisses to her collarbone. I had to move her sleep shirt collar aside just a little to reach it, but it was worth it. Lisa wrapped her long arms around me and continued to shake as more pleasurable waves crashed over her body. As I moved up to kiss her lips again, Lisa lay back on the bed, pulling me off balance. Since I'm so much smaller than she is I couldn't fight the momentum and ended up half on top of her, our feet hanging off the side of my narrow twin bed. I propped up on one elbow and kissed her again. At the same time, my free hand began to roam her body over her shirt. I rubbed her flat stomach in lazy circles, each one getting larger and reaching closer to her tits, until I finally bumped the bottom of one. She took my hand and placed it lovingly between her breasts, then let it go. I rubbed more lazy little circles in that valley, struck by the contrast between her firm ribcage and the delightful softness of her breasts. I pulled away from our kisses to watch Lisa's beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed. I continued to watch her face as I moved my hand from between her breasts and over the swell of the one farthest from me. Her eyes stayed closed as I gently caressed the soft globe, the little smile on her face getting more blissful as I kneaded her flesh. When I captured the hard nipple between my fingers again, her smile fluttered away as she bit her lower lip. I twisted the hard nub gently, testing her reaction. Her eyes stayed closed, she licked her lips and then her enigmatic smile returned. Emboldened by her acceptance of my touch – and growing more eager with lust – I bent down and put my mouth over her left nipple, my teeth catching it softly through the material of her sleep shirt. I pulled at it gently before I let it go. When I looked back at her face, she had sucked her lower lip between her teeth again. Damn, that looked sexy! Lisa began to sit up and I rolled off beside her, disappointed at the thought that this beautiful experience might be coming to an end. "Too weird?" I asked. "Nuh-uh," she said as an almost evil grin crossed her face. "Your turn!" She stood, and I thought – hoped might be a better word – for a moment that she was going to strip off her sleep shirt. Instead, she grabbed me by the knees and turned me on the bed so that my head was up near the pillow. Then she lay next to me, propped on one elbow like I had been just moments earlier. Her long red hair, still damp, fell around our faces, shutting out the world. She was biting her bottom lip again in that sexy way. Her fingers moved to the top button of my blouse and I could see the question in her eyes. So far it had only been kissing and all the touching had been over our clothes, but now things were about to escalate. I was perfectly happy to let them. I nodded, looking into Lisa's deep green eyes as she smiled down at me. I could feel her fingers fumbling with the button and I fought the temptation to do it myself. Fumbling or not, there's something extremely arousing about your lover undressing you and I wanted to enjoy it. When the first button finally opened, Lisa moved to the next, moving down to plant a kiss on the newly exposed skin. Her slightly damp hair trailed across my face and I was lost in the coolness and the sweet scent of it. The next button was undone and I felt a sweet kiss between my breasts just above the band of my bra as Lisa continued. She was taking her time, whether she was wondering when I would stop her or whether she was just reveling in the newness of kissing my skin, I'm not sure, but by the time she reached the last button of my blouse, she had my hips squirming. She pushed the material aside and tenderly kissed my bellybutton, briefly dipping her tongue in it. A mini-orgasm rippled through me – a brief jolt of pleasure that caused my pussy to squeeze another puddle of juices into my panties – and I moaned out loud. Lisa returned to kiss my neck, dragging her cool hair across my exposed skin in a way that made me tingle all over. Her hand returned to my chest, tracing the edge of my bra, dipping ever so slightly under the edge of it, teasing me as she kissed at my neck and collarbone. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back up to me for another deep kiss. "God, I love kissing you, Carrie," she sighed when the kiss finally dissolved. I could only give a happy little moan as a response. I loved kissing her, too. I let my arms fall back on the bed, willing her to continue exploring me in whatever way she saw fit. She moved back down to plant little kisses on my chest, nibbling gently just above the tops of my bra cups and letting one hand brush along the silky material covering my breasts. It was maddening to me because I wanted to feel more, but the heavy padding of my bra made it impossible to feel much more than the pressure of contact. I found myself pushing up toward her hand, trying to increase that pressure. Lisa sensed my need, sliding a hand under me to reach for the hooks that held my bra together. I arched my back to give her room. She was a little awkward, but I didn't care. Once she had the hooks undone and my bra was loose, I sagged back onto the bed and she moved her hand around to my front again, this time just below my bra. She moved her hand hesitantly under the cup, both of us holding our breath as her fingers moved toward their first contact with the bare skin of my breast. My nipples were hard and aching in anticipation of her touch. It felt like forever before she managed to nudge the bra cup out of the way and cover my entire breast with her soft hand. Squeezing gently, she rolled my little tit around on my chest. I moaned as I felt another shockwave start in my pussy and roll through my body. I moved my hand up her arm, then to her beautiful face as she smiled down at me. Lisa half-rolled on top of me, placing one of her long legs between mine and putting more of her weight on me. It freed her other hand, and she moved both hands languidly over both breasts at the same time. Her thumbs flicked back and forth across my nipples and I moaned as another ripple of pleasure coursed through my body. A twinkle came to her eye as she studied my reaction, pleased that she had caused my moans and squirms. She bent to kiss me again, then left a trail of kisses down my neck. As her mouth moved lower on my chest, Lisa slowly pushed the cups of my bra out of the way and moved to take a hard nipple into her mouth, alternating between my breasts, her fingers busy tweaking the nipple that wasn't in her mouth. All A-Twitter Ch. 02 Lisa rolled the rest of the way on top of me, parting my thighs even wider. Her weight was pleasant against my sex, which was aching for the contact. I moaned and humped up against her. She looked up at me again as I wrapped my legs around her thighs and locked my ankles behind her. "You're still wearing your sneakers," she giggled. "They're a little scratchy." I didn't answer. I simply let my legs fall off to her sides and Lisa took the initiative to sit up for a moment and untie my shoes. They were soon tossed off to the side. My socks quickly followed, then she resumed her place between my thighs and started to feast on my nipples again. I could have let her suck on me like that for hours, but it seemed that Lisa was ready to move on. She started sliding lower on my body, her kisses warming my skin as she snaked her way down. I felt her tongue swirling in my belly button again, teasing me. Just about the time it would start to tickle, she'd stop and plant kisses all over my stomach from just below my belly button to the waistband of my jeans. The effect was maddening, arousing me almost as much as the delightful attention she had paid to my nipples. Then I felt her hands reaching for the snap of my jeans. For a split second I wondered if I was ready for this, and Lisa must have sensed that. Planting a kiss on my lower tummy, she looked up at me. She said nothing, but the look in her eyes can only be described as lustful expectation. I could see the fear of rejection starting to cloud her beautiful face when I didn't answer right away. Now I was the one biting my lip as I pondered whether to let her continue. Lisa rubbed my tummy for the few seconds it took me to decide. Lust won out, though, and I nodded. Lisa grinned as her trembling fingers struggled with the snap, then the zipper. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she started tugging on my jeans as I lifted my hips to allow the denim to slip past my butt. This pair of jeans was pretty tight, so she had to work a little to get them off me, and they ended up inside out by the time they had slipped past my ankles. I sat up quickly and shrugged off my blouse and bra, leaving me wearing only the white thong that matched the now-discarded bra. "You're so beautiful, Carrie," Lisa sighed as she took in the sight of me. That deserved a kiss, and I practically tackled her as I rushed to give it to her. Lisa fell back against the mattress and I slid between her thighs. She wrapped her warm legs around me as we kissed and her hips rose to meet and we ground against each other. It was my turn to be the aggressor, and I wanted to give Lisa's nipples the same kind of love and attention that she had shown mine. I tugged at the hem of the long t-shirt she had thrown on when she got out of the shower – the only clothing she was wearing. She seemed eager to let me take it off of her, sitting up slightly to allow me to pull it over her head, leaving her totally naked under me. I kissed her deeply again before kissing my way down her neck and across her collarbone, slowly inching my mouth lower as my hands came up to caress Lisa's firm tits. "So different from mine," I whispered, totally in awe of their size and perfect shape, their firmness and the perfection of her big hard nipples. "Yours are perfect, Carrie," Lisa whispered back to me. "You're perfect." Lisa held my head gently as I captured the first nipple in my mouth and relished the rubbery texture of it, the taste of her skin. I was beginning to understand why some of my boyfriends liked to suck on my nipples. It's such a pleasant (and hot!) thing to do. Lisa let go of my head, her hands dropping to her sides to clutch at the blanket beneath us as I gently bit her nipple, swirled my tongue around it, breathed warm air out and cool air back in. While I did that, I captured her other nipple between my thumb and index finger and pulled and twisted it – not hard, but enough to cause a little 'sweet torture' for her. Then I switched nipples, 'torturing' the one I had been using my mouth on while I kissed its twin. I continued to play with Lisa's breasts, squeezing the firm globes, sucking or playing with the hard pink nipples, until I thought she was ready for the next step. I began sliding down her body, planting kisses on her tummy the same way she had done to me, giving her bellybutton deep French kisses. As I moved downward, Lisa's pussy left a sticky trail on my belly. I stopped and looked up at her after kissing her bellybutton, fully aware that her lush tangle of red pubic hair was lying right between my boobs, and looked up at her. "Can I lick your pussy?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be 'yes.' "Nobody's ever done that to me," she whispered. "Are you sure you want to?" "Absolutely positive," I said with a grin as I scooted lower on the bed. As I pushed her thighs a little wider with my hands and looked closely at the first pussy I'd ever seen up close, the most wonderful, enticing and erotic smell greeted me. There was none of that sweaty, stale pee odor that my Uncle Al had described from his first experience eating a pussy. There was only the sweet musky scent of Lisa's arousal and the faintest trace of her body wash that still lingered from her recent shower. "You're so beautiful, Lisa," I whispered in awe as I drank in the sight of her pussy. She was extremely wet, and her arousal was also evident from the almost crimson color of her inner lips, now so engorged that they were sticking out from between her plump outer lips by nearly an inch. Her clit was engorged, too, and starting to peek out from under its hood. I watched her as I extended my tongue and took a tentative lick at that pearly drop of her fluids poised at her entrance, wanting to see her reaction. Lisa threw her head back and moaned the instant my tongue touched her sex, but that reaction was nothing compared to what she did as I slowly worked my tongue up between her swollen inner lips, which parted like a butterfly's wings, and when I took her swollen clit between my lips and flicked my tongue across its sensitive flesh. Lisa clutched handfuls of the bedcovers in her fists and groaned loudly. I lapped gently at the sides of her clitoral hood and she shuddered with every lick. As I went lower and sucked her meaty inner lips into my mouth, Lisa placed both hands on my head. She wasn't trying to guide me, but I think she was afraid that I might pull away from her pussy. There was no chance of that – I was already addicted to the taste of her. I moved my mouth even lower to drink up her juices as they flowed from her, and just like Uncle Al had done to me, I chased her juices with my tongue as they trickled down to her ass. "Oh my god, what did you just do?" Lisa exclaimed the moment my tongue swabbed the pink balloon-knot of her anus. "This?" I asked as I did it again. "Too weird?" "No, actually," Lisa grunted as she raised her knees up to her chest and exposed her anus to me. "It feels fantastic. I just wasn't expecting it." I took a few more swipes at her asshole with my tongue before I moved back up to her overflowing vagina and her swollen inner lips and clit. As I did, I moved my hand so that I could finger her. As I started to push my index finger into her sopping channel, Lisa tensed up. I'm sure she was afraid that I'd hurt her, maybe not remembering how that undeserving frat boy had already broken her hymen. I gently persisted in working my finger inside her. She was extremely tight despite her arousal and the fact that my fingers are extremely slender. Right then I was surprised that Jason actually got his cock in her at all. Enough thoughts about that idiot, I thought to myself as I put my attention back where it belonged. Moving up, I took Lisa's clit into my mouth and began to suck on it. I was gentle at first, coaxing the hardened nub the rest of the way out of its hiding place. As I began to suckle more firmly on her clit, Lisa began to moan almost non-stop, thrashing on the bed as climax after climax roared through her. I felt each one as it washed over her, because my finger in her pussy was squeezed again and again by her contractions. Just as one orgasm tapered off, a fresh one would crash through her and my finger would be subjected to a fresh round of squeezing. Then I decided to try something that I'd seen and read about. I twisted my finger around in Lisa's vagina and curled it upward toward her tummy. It took me a moment to find the little spongy place that had been described. When I was confident that I had, I brought my finger up and started rhythmically stroking against it as I practically chewed on her poor clit. Lisa had been moaning almost constantly before, but now she actually screamed as a huge orgasm crashed through her body and a spray of girl cum gushed all over my face and neck. I moved my mouth to her entrance just in time to catch a mouthful of her delicious nectar. Lisa clamped her legs tightly around my head as she let out another scream of delight, and my finger was clamped tightly by her vagina's contractions. My face was now covered in her juices. Even my hair was wet, and I couldn't have been more delighted. As she came down from her incredible climax, she started apologizing to me. "I didn't mean to pee on you, Carrie. I'm so sorry. I just lost control and..." I stopped her. "You didn't pee on me, Lisa. You squirted. That juice isn't pee." "Squirted?" she asked. Clearly, she didn't understand what I was telling her. "Female ejaculation. Google it sometime," I told her as I resumed lapping up all the tasty nectar that I could reach on her thighs and the outer edges of her pussy. I flicked my finger against her G-spot as I returned to sucking on her clit. I wanted to make her cum like that again, but Lisa pulled me up from her pussy so that she could hold me and kiss me. Part of me was disappointed. I really didn't want to stop licking her. On the other hand, I could kiss her other lips now, and I did – deeply and sensuously sharing the taste of her own pussy with her. "You're right," she said as our kiss finally dissolved. "That's too sweet to be pee. Is that really what I taste like?" I nodded as I looked lovingly into her eyes. "Yes, baby. You're delicious." "And I bet you're delicious, too," she said with a grin as she rolled me onto my back and began licking her own pussy juices off my face and neck. As she licked, Lisa teased me, rubbing my pussy mound through my panties with light caresses that wouldn't have let me climax, but kept raising my excitement. I pushed my hips up to meet her hand but the pressure of her caress never increased. Lisa patiently, but hungrily, licked all the way down my chest. She took her time on my nipples and teased them until I was practically growling in my lust. Finally, she began licking down my tummy, still softly rubbing my pussy from outside my panties. My skin was so sensitive to her touch by then that I could feel every strand of hair that dragged across my nipples, every place where one of her own hard nipples grazed my skin as she slowly kissed her way down my torso. Her hand moved from the front of my thong and she softly kissed my mound. She looked up at me, her green eyes bright with lust. I smiled at her, willing her to continue. Lisa moved between my thighs and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips to let her pull them off me. She did, slowly, giggling a little as the thin strand between my butt cheeks resisted and then popped free. After she had pulled them all the way down my legs, I spread my knees as wide as I could and exposed myself to her view. "God, Carrie," Lisa breathed in awe as she stared at my slit. I'm sure it was the first besides her own that she'd ever seen. "You're so beautiful! And you're shaved! That's so hot..." She leaned in closer and inhaled deeply, smelling my arousal. I was worried briefly that perhaps I wasn't clean enough. My last shower was that morning with Uncle Al. Did Lisa wasn't smell that stale pee odor that my uncle had to overcome the first time he went down on a girl? Would she chicken out because of my scent? I closed my eyes and hoped against hope that Lisa wouldn't run away. My worries ended with an electric jolt when her tongue slid along the crease between my outer lips. I moaned as she moved up and I felt her mouth close on my pussy and my sexy roommate sucked my clitoris between her lips. I was on the very edge of my first orgasm on another woman's tongue when she moved away from my clit and began lapping up the juices that were pouring from my vagina. Then she moved lower, chasing the tasty fluids that had already trickled down to my anus. She rolled me onto my side and pushed my leg up, exposing my entire crotch to her hungry mouth as she began to feast on me, licking me from my clit, across my anus and even the length of the cleft between my cheeks. She was moaning almost as much as I was, obviously enjoying the taste of me. Wonderful as it was, I needed something more direct. I took her head in my hands and guided her back to concentrate on my throbbing clit. When she starting sucking on my clit in earnest, I just exploded. Lisa didn't stop until I'd had three fast orgasms, and then it was only to look up hopefully at me and ask if she could stick a finger in me. I nodded and dropped my head back on the pillow. "You're so warm inside," she whispered as she pushed her finger in me. "And you're squeezing." She felt around for my G-spot and went back to licking my pussy. She almost got it and drove me to a couple more orgasms before I just couldn't cum any more. I pushed her head away and smiled down at her. "You didn't squirt," she said disappointedly. "You can try again another time, baby," I groaned. "My poor little kitty is worn out tonight." "You'll really let me do that again?" she giggled as she moved beside me up the bed. "Anytime," I answered as I rolled on my side to kiss her, pushing my thigh between hers and grinding it against her wetness. "But I think we need some sleep first." I started to pull the covers over us but there was a big wet spot on the blanket that had soaked through to the sheet. It was already growing cold. "My bed is a mess," I giggled. "Lucky for you there's room in mine." Lisa said as she stood and pulled me across the room. When we'd turned off the lights, we lay naked on our sides and kissed in her bed for a little while before I rolled away from her and she snuggled up behind me. I felt so loved lying there with her soft breasts pressed against my back and her arms around me. It took no time at all for me to fall asleep. We were in the same position when the alarm went off in the morning. The only difference was that Lisa was squeezing one of my breasts as she lovingly kissed the back of my neck. "Good morning, baby," she said. "You slept all night in my arms. "I think it was perfect," I replied, pressing myself back against her. Lisa sighed. "I could stay here all day, but I have an eight o'clock class." "Mine's at nine," I told her, "so you get first dibs on the shower." She crawled out of bed by sliding her naked body over me and kissing me deeply as she passed, then walked to the bathroom while I admired her perfect ass. I was tempted to join her in the shower but didn't want one of our suitemates walking in on us. Besides, I knew if I got into the shower with her, we might never get out. Instead, I threw on a long t-shirt and stripped the sticky sheets and the blanket off my bed and put clean ones on. I even made up Lisa's bed just so we wouldn't fall back into it. My turn in the shower was next and when I came out, Lisa had already gone to class. There was a note on my bed that said, 'thanks for the best night of my life. Love you always, Lisa.' I quickly dressed, then sent my uncle a message on twitter with a link to the YouTube video of Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" just so he'd have some idea what I was up to after I left his place last night. Classes were a blur. All I could think of was seeing Lisa again. The bad thing about her Monday schedule this semester is that it starts early and runs late. The good thing is that it gave me time to call my Uncle Al and tell him about my night with Lisa. We both got so hot that we were playing with ourselves by the end of my story. I even had time to type it up like he wanted before Lisa got back. All A-Twitter "I started to realize that I was the one in control -- that I could make him tense up like that, or let him calm back down -- so I decided to keep doing it. After I'd done it a few more times, and really started to love the taste of his pre-cum, I took him in my mouth again to get the next drop of stuff and he shot a big glob of stuff into my mouth. It really surprised me and kind of made me gag, so I pulled my mouth off him and he just kept shooting. It went all over my face and in my eye, up into my hair, onto my shirt, onto his shirt and I was coughing and trying to breathe. It's kind of funny to me now, but at that point I was a little pissed at him for the mess." "And the fact that he didn't warn you?" I asked. "That too. But he kept saying he was sorry -- I think my choking scared him, but I was all right, really. And he went and got a towel and cleaned us both off and took me home. It was kind of sweet. He didn't kiss me good night, though. I thought that was strange." "Most guys have this thing about tasting cum," I told her. "Even if it's their own." "I learned that later, too," Carrie nodded. By now my cock had turned to steel and was trying to soak its way through my boxers. I felt a bit ashamed of myself for taking such a prurient interest in my young niece's sex life and letting her know so much about my own. However, if I was going to hell, I may as well go clear to the inner circles. "So, tell me," I asked my cute blonde relative, "what about the first time someone ate your pussy?" "Hasn't happened, Uncle Al," she told me. "I've never had the pleasure, even though I've asked. I've always kept my panties on, somehow." "Always?" I asked. "Always," she told me. "I mean, a few guys have fingered me under my panties, and there's been some that have gotten my shirt and bra off me, but I've made it pretty clear that my panties weren't coming off for anybody who wasn't going to eat my pussy. After about the third guy turned down his chance to go down on me, I pretty much decided I wouldn't give it up to anybody who wouldn't, so I'm still a virgin." "No licky, no sticky?" I said in a bad accent. Carrie almost fell off her chair laughing. "That's why I've always loved you, Uncle Al," she said. "You can always make me laugh when I need it." "It's a gift, I guess," I replied. "And apparently not your only one," CJ retorted. "No wonder you left Emetsville -- all those admiring women throwing their legs open for your tongue!" "Or all those angry husbands loading their shotguns," I added. "You're too much, unkie," my niece said through a yawn. "Geeze, what time is it anyway." I looked at my watch. "Almost midnight," I said. "I suppose we should call it a day?" "I guess so," Carrie said in a sad-sounding voice. "Will you come and tuck me in?" Tucking Carrie Jean into bed was a tradition whenever I'd visit or she'd come to stay with me when she was growing up. Always the same routine -- pull the covers up under her chin and push the blankets in around her shoulders, then kiss her on the forehead before I turned out the lights and left the room. "I'll be there in a few minutes, sweetie," I reassured her, knowing that it would take a few minutes to let the erection she'd caused subside enough that I could be presentable to my only niece. I heard the shower running, and then the other sounds of tooth brushing and face washing that told me Carrie was getting ready for bed. Then she called to me that she was ready to be tucked in. I entered the guest room to find Carrie in bed with the covers already pulled up to her chin, but I went through the traditional fanfare of straightening out her covers and tucking them around her shoulders the way I had since she was a toddler in her first 'big girl bed' and then I bent to kiss her forehead like I always had. "Sleep tight, CJ," I whispered, as I reached for the switch on the bedside lamp, which was the only light in the room. "Uncle Al?" my niece whispered before I could turn out the light. "Can you do something for me?" "I'd do anything for my precious CJ," I answered quite honestly. "You know that." "I know, but," she paused, "this is extra special." "What is it, sweetie?" I asked. "Would you eat, uh... would you eat my p-pussy?" "Carrie," I stammered. "Are you sure you should be asking me, your uncle of all people, to eat your pussy?" "Why shouldn't it be someone I love?" she countered. "I still don't know." I really was trying to tell her no, but somehow I just couldn't say it. "Please?" she said while batting her big blue eyes at me. "Uh..." I suppose I could still have resisted up until that point, despite the evening's arousing conversation, if Carrie hadn't added extra 'incentives' to the bargain. She brought her foot up and kicked all her covers down, revealing that she was totally naked on the guest bed. I had barely had time to register the dark pink quarter-sized aureoles topping perfect little conical breasts that stood up straight from her chest before she spread her legs wide and opened her totally shaved teenage pussy to my eyes. Then she added the final kicker, "I'll suck your cock if you'll do me first." In a trance of pure lust, I crawled between my young niece's widespread thighs and lowered my face to her extremely juicy cunt. I inhaled, taking in the scent of her arousal mixed with the peach perfume of her body wash before I plunged my tongue into the very center of her wet warmth. She was positively awash with her own lubrication, and I lapped and drank greedily. I slid my tongue along her slit, parting her folds and finally reaching her clitoris. It was red with arousal, almost angrily pushing out from under its hood, waiting to be suckled like a nipple, or like the miniature penis it resembled. The moment I took it between my lips and flicked my tongue across it, my niece arched her back so much that only her shoulders and ankles were touching the bed. Another flick of my tongue elicited a scream from her as she crashed into an orgasm that had her clutching at the sheets, kicking her heels against the mattress. She gasped, she screamed, she laughed and cried as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her while I tried to maintain my lip-lock on her clitoris. Knowing that she would be sensitive for a little while, I moved my attentions to other parts of her sex -- lapping up the juices that poured from her vagina and chasing the rivulets of girl-cum where they ran down toward her ass and onto the sheets below. I also brought my fingers into the action. At first I slipped my index finger between her plump lips, but Carrie tensed and put her hands on my head. I soon realized why she had tensed as my finger met a barrier of flesh over her opening. My little niece really was a virgin! I withdrew my finger and went back to licking up as much of her juice as I could, every once in a while moving back up along her folds to nip at her clitoris again. It never failed to send her over the top and cause her to release a fresh flow of tasty liquid from her quivering vagina. So much liquid, in fact, that she was soaking the sheet beneath her. I pushed her thighs up against her chest, exposing her completely, and then chased those juices down to where they ran across her pink puckered anus. I took a swipe at it with my tongue, curious to see her reaction. Some girls I've done that to have been disgusted that I would put my tongue there. Many have found it such a turn-on that they've come from just that contact and begged for it to continue. It turns out that my lovely niece was one of the latter group, so I continued swabbing her asshole as her pussy poured out more and more that ran down to be licked up in my mouth. Figuring that I would explore Carrie's limits some more, I pushed my index finger against her anus. She groaned and another gush of juices poured from her. Encouraged, I kept the pressure against her anal ring steady and moved up to take her clit into my mouth one more time. That did it! Carrie had already had several momentous climaxes by this point, but this one dwarfed them all. Her body went rigid again as an almost painful scream left her mouth and a powerful squirt of her juices splashed out against my chin and neck, soaking my shirt. My finger, now fully implanted in her anus, felt as if it were being chewed on by something hot-blooded and toothless. "No more!" my niece panted as her spasms subsided and her body went limp. "Please, God, Uncle Al. Please! No more!" I gently eased my finger from her ass and crawled up beside Carrie on the bed. Propping myself on an elbow, I leaned over her and kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue parried with mine as we shared a lovers kiss that was flavored with her own tangy juices. "Give me a minute to recover," she wheezed. "God, that was amazing!" "Take your time, sweetie," I told her. "I'm not going anywhere." Carrie finally gained enough strength to roll onto her side facing me and we kissed deeply like the lovers we had become. I was still fully clothed, with my arms wrapped around this naked and beautiful teenage girl as she recovered from her orgasms. "Six times," my niece said as one of our kisses ended. "You made me come six friggin' times in a row, you amazing man. I think that deserves some kind of reward, don't you?" By now I was crazy with lust for my sexy little niece, so I just nodded. "First of all, you're way overdressed," Carrie reminded me. "Get those clothes off and get yourself back in this bed." I didn't tarry, taking only a minute to drop my slacks and pull of my shirt before I dropped my boxer shorts to my ankles and stood in front of my 18-year-old niece, naked and hard. "There's not a hair on your body, Uncle Al!" my niece squealed in amazement. "Do you shave it all off?" "I used to," I told her. "It's all been lasered off, except for my balls. Trinh thought it'd be too dangerous to zap those." "Trinh?" my niece asked as she began to realize something. "Isn't she the lady that you took me to for a manicure a few weeks ago?" "The very same," I replied. "But why?" "I never liked being hairy," I told my niece. "I started shaving my whole body not long after college. Trinh didn't like the feel of stubble, so she offered the laser treatments so I'd be totally smooth. Don't you like it?" "I think it's hot," Carrie replied as she took my hand and tugged me back onto the bed. "It makes your cock look huge! Plus, I won't be getting any hairs stuck in my teeth this way." "It's been a turnoff for a few folks," I admitted, "but most have found it a nice little kink." "As if eating your niece's pussy isn't kinky enough?" Carrie giggled. "I never said I wasn't kinky, CJ," I said. "You never asked until tonight." "True," Carrie acknowledged as she slid down between my thighs and crouched on her knees. "Now, as I remember, I have a promise to keep." The next moment all my senses were focused on the delightful feel of Carries mouth and tongue as she explored my cock and balls. My young niece had been honest when she re-tweeted "RT this if you give great head." She really knew how to use her mouth on a man's dick! She knew exactly how to string out my pleasure, how to keep me on the excruciating edge of ejaculation, how to push me to the point where I was tensed as taut as a bowstring. Then she would do something else that would let me come back down from the edge. I've never had a blowjob that compared with this. I think the girl really loved the taste and feel of pre-cum. She reveled in it, she scooped it up with her fingers and licked it off them, she lapped at the head of my cock to whenever a fresh bead of those juices appeared. She also lovingly licked every inch of my manhood from top to bottom, and I think she enjoyed running her tongue around parts of me that, on most men, would be thatched with crinkly hair. I know I enjoyed it. And boy could she suck! Alternating with all her licking and slurping up the pre-cum -- which was positively pouring out of me by now -- my orally talented young niece would open wide and slide her mouth all the way down my hard-on. I could feel her throat contracting around the head of my dick as she swallowed and swallowed to allow herself to stay down that far. Then she'd be off and sucking my balls, or licking right beneath them, or licking up more of the pre-cum. It went on and on, and I was quickly dissolving into a sweaty mass on the bed with an erection sticking out of it. I was totally in her control, and I was both dying to cum and hoping that this sweet torture would continue. But my torturer finally decided it was time to 'end my suffering' and she started sucking harder, taking my cock deeply, and then resurfacing to suck the head while swirling her tongue around and around, then diving to the root again. A dozen or so of those strokes and I clutched at the sheets, arched my hips off the bed and grunted, "I'm coming, CJ!" as my climax finally was allowed. After she'd told me about the first experience that had made her gag, I was surprised when my loving niece merely grunted an acknowledgment of my impending climax and moved up so that only the head of my cock was in her sweet mouth. She stroked me with one hand while her other hand cupped my balls and her swirling tongue drove me to the heights. I let out a cry as my semen shot out of my cock and into Carrie's hungry mouth in jet after white-hot jet. Her hand never stopped jacking me, her tongue never stopped swirling around and I heard her swallow several times as she strained to capture all of my cum. She almost succeeded. When my poor, oversensitive cock was finally released from her greedy mouth, Carrie looked up at me, her eyes bright with love and lust -- and with a big glob of my cum trailing down her chin. "I love you, Uncle Al," my niece said as she scrambled up to snuggle by me. I rolled toward her and pulled her into my arms. "I love you, too, my beautiful and sexy niece," I said. I licked the cum off her chin and then I kissed her, sharing that remaining drip of my own cum with her. When our kiss finally broke up, my niece looked at me in amazement. "You're the only guy that's ever kissed me after he's cum in my mouth!" she said. "Maybe you really are the biggest old pervert I've ever known." "You have no idea," I told her as I turned off the bedside lamp. We pulled the blankets up over us and were quickly asleep. Being single, I'm not very accustomed to sharing a bed with someone, and this guest room bed was much smaller than the California King in my master bedroom, which made it even more difficult to sleep very deeply for very long. Every time Carrie would move I would wake up slightly. Sometimes it was just that she was rolling over, another time I was aware that she had spooned her backside up against my front and had taken my hand and put it on one of her firm little tits. I could feel her hand over mine, squeezing lightly. The nipple grew hard against my palm as I fell back into a contented sleep. The room was bathed in that soft gray light of the pre-dawn when I became aware that CJ had scooted under the covers, taken my cock in her mouth and had begun to gently suck me as I lay on my back. I don't know if she intended to wake me, but I wasn't going to complain. I stroked her soft blonde hair to let her know I was awake, but she just kept sucking gently as if she wasn't in any hurry to bring me off. After a good long while of this, she pushed the covers down and made to straddle me. "What are you doing, CJ?" I whispered. "I want you to be my first, Uncle Al," my niece replied in a low, throaty voice. "Listen, baby," I told her firmly, "it's not that I wouldn't do this -- but are you really sure?" "Unkie," she whined. "I'm so horny and so tired of being a virgin, and you were the first guy that ever ate my pussy, the first one that ever kissed me after I'd sucked him off, and I love you, and I've decided that I want my first time to be with the man I love the most in this entire world!" "Fair enough, CJ," I told her. "And I already told you I was willing." Carrie took my cock, wet with her saliva, into her small hand and tried to line it up with her eager pussy, but being unfamiliar with sex she was finding it difficult to get the right angle. "Here, sweetie," I offered, "you lie down and relax. Let me do the work this first time." I was soon on my knees between my niece's thighs. She had her knees up and her feet flat on the bed on either side of my legs. Taking my seven inches in hand, I rubbed the head around in the moisture gathered at her entrance, then moved forward very slightly. I was lined up with her channel now. "This is probably going to hurt, CJ," I warned her. "If you have any doubts, now is the time to call this off." "I've never been so sure of anything in my life," she told me. "Do it, Uncle Al! I moved forward just a little more until the head of my cock was nudging the barrier of her hymen then I pulled back slightly and gave my cock a shove. Carrie yelped in pain when the barrier gave way and nearly half of my erection was suddenly inside her. She smiled up at me with tear-filled eyes. "I love you so much, Uncle Al," she whispered. I tenderly kissed her while I waited for her pain to subside and for her to grow accustomed to the feel of my cock inside her. Every once in a while I'd move back or forth just to see, and soon I could tell she was ready for more. Slowly thrusting and pulling back, I worked more and more of myself into her until, with a last gentle push, our pubic bones were mashed against each other. Carrie let out a gasp, no doubt because of the pressure against her clitoris. "Now make love to me, Uncle Al," she breathed. I began to thrust more, slowly at first, alternating between short strokes, long strokes and grinding against her mound while I was fully inside her. CJ reacted by wrapping her slender legs around my waist and locking her ankles behind my back, arching her back to meet my thrusts and invite me even more deeply into her womanhood. Our tempo naturally increased as our arousal grew. CJ began to climax repeatedly and she would close her eyes and cry out as her body became stiff, then she would relax again and pull me down to kiss her. When we weren't kissing we were looking into each other's eyes. Never in my life have I been with a woman who looked up at me during sex with such complete adoration and love as I was seeing in my own niece's eyes. It was truly magical and drove me on until it was apparent that I could no longer hold back the flood of cum that had built up in my balls. "I'm close," I grunted through gritted teeth. "I'm going to cum!" "Me, too!" Carrie moaned. "Cum inside me, Uncle Al! Cum with me! I'm cumming right... now!" As my niece's climax wracked her petite teenage body, I gave one last mighty thrust that pushed the head of my cock against Carrie's cervix and spilled my seed into her womb -- the first load ever placed there, placed by the first cock that had ever been inside her. Mine! -- Then I collapsed on top of her, panting for breath. It was several minutes before I felt strong enough to roll off of her. My cock, still half-hard, slid from her and she let out a little disappointed moan. She looked totally at peace with the world. I wasn't quite so sanguine about it. After all, I had just deflowered my own niece. I was trying to figure out if I should feel ashamed or guilty. Mostly I suppose I was afraid she'd regret having asked me to take her virginity. I needed to be alone with my thoughts for a while, so I pulled on the boxers I had shed the night before and stumbled into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee before I showered and tried to wash the residue of our incestuous act off my body. All A-Twitter Finally shaved and dressed, I poured myself a mug of coffee and sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, looking out the balcony door at the city. It was cloudy like it is in the morning here before it decides either to rain or shine. Elsewhere in the condo I could hear Carrie drawing a bath. She soaked for a long time before I heard her leave the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard her padding up behind me in bare feet. I didn't turn to look at her. I think I was afraid to face her. "Good morning, unkie!" she chirped as she planted a kiss on the side of my neck and pressed her body behind me, her damp hair cool against my skin. "Do you know how much I love you at this very moment?" "No, but I'm glad you do," I whispered, relieved that she didn't hate me. "Are you OK with what we've done?" "Yes!" she shouted, spinning my chair around so I faced her. "And don't feel all guilty for 'taking advantage of me' either. It was my decision and I'm not going to second-guess myself. Besides, making love with you was everything a girl would want for her first time. You were gentle when you needed to be and wild when I was ready for it and you made me cum over and over again before it was over." "I was worried that you'd hate me after you thought about it," I told her. "That's all." "No worries," Carrie said as she retrieved a mug and poured herself some coffee. "What plans do we have for the day, other than washing some very dirty sheets?" Carrie moved back into 'niece mode' as if the night before had never happened, so I let myself be pulled along in her wake. We decided that we'd spend the day checking out some museums and galleries before catching an early dinner at a nice restaurant, and so we did. Carrie and I strolled through the exhibits hand-in-hand, talking about everything and nothing just as we always have. The difference was that she initiated a lot more physical contact than she used to. She'd stand in front of me and pull my arms around her, or she'd insinuate herself under my arm if we stood still for very long. She also kissed me a lot -- not the innocent kisses on the cheek that a niece might give her favorite uncle, but purposeful kisses, full on the lips, sometimes slipping her tongue between her lips to seek out my own. We had dinner at a pleasant little Thai place within walking distance of my condo, and then strolled back home, arm in arm, basking in the surprising warmth of that fine October evening. Once the door closed behind us CJ dragged us straight to the master bedroom where she proceeded to strip both of us. She pulled the covers off the bed and pushed me onto my back where she proceeded to crawl over me in a classic sixty-nine position, lowering her wet pussy to my face. The scent was intoxicating and delicious. I couldn't refuse her unspoken request. Wrapping my arms around her slim hips, I pulled her down to me and drank deeply from the juices that were pouring from her, poking my tongue deeply into her opening, then nibbling at her engorged inner labia or sucking on her erect clitoris. Carrie, for her part, was lavishing my cock with kisses, licking every inch that she could reach and spending long excruciating moments with my cock buried deep in her mouth. I say 'excruciating' because my tongue action on her pussy was causing her to moan almost non-stop and the vibrations of her moans when she had me deep in her mouth were incredibly arousing. All too soon my gorgeous niece sat up and flipped around so that she was straddling my hips. This time she got the aim right and my cock slid easily into her depths. She was biting her lower lip as she worked herself down on my erection, but once I was fully inserted, she smiled down at me. "It didn't hurt that time!" she beamed. "In fact, it feels really, really good!" And with that, she began to ride me at a frantic pace. If I hadn't been her first sex partner, and if that hadn't been just this morning, I would have thought my niece had some experience in bed. "Where did you learn these moves?" I asked in amazement. "Daddy doesn't hide his porn DVDs very well," my niece laughed. I watched them a lot. Plus there's always the internet if a girl wants to learn a few things for later use." "I see." "What do you see?" she teased. "I see a little girl who needs some serious fucking," I roared as I pushed her off me and spun her around onto her hands and knees. "And I'm just the guy for the job!" I pushed my cock, already shiny with her juices, back into her and began fucking her in earnest, with full-length strokes as fast and hard as I could manage. My young niece pushed back against me with all her strength, matching me stroke-for-stroke, crying out for more, beating her fists on the mattress and telling me with her moans and cries just how good it felt. Unfortunately, I came all too soon, flooding her walls with another load of my cream. I knew she wasn't through, but I was spent for the moment, then I thought of something that never failed to make a few of my girlfriends go off like fireworks. Rolling Carrie onto her back, I climbed over her in a sixty-nine and lowered my face into the creamy mess that was her cunt. The mixture of her juices and mine were pooling at the entrance to her vagina, waiting for me to devour them. I did. Hungrily. Each time I would suck up a fresh puddle of our juices, her contractions would push a little more out. When the flow began to diminish, I concentrated on my niece's hard clit and a flick of it would send a new gush of nectar out for my tongue to find. Meanwhile, Carrie was gently cleaning my cock of all the remaining juices and the little bits of cum that continued to ooze from me as my hard-on diminished. It didn't take my niece long to reach an orgasm that seemed to leave her satisfied. Despite her talented tongue, I was indeed done for the night, and we retrieved the blankets and cuddled in each other's arms as sleep overtook us. The next morning didn't see any repeat lovemaking. Carrie told me her pussy was too sore to continue, and my cock was feeling much the same, so we spent our time kissing and caressing each other until hunger and the need for coffee drove us out of bed. While I was making coffee in the kitchen, I heard my shower start up, and I went to join my loving niece under the hot water. When we were finished making sure all parts were extra clean, we dried each other, dressed and had brunch. Carrie and I hung out pretty much like we usually did on her Sunday visits and had a light dinner before it was time for her to head back to school. The difference this time was that our parting kiss was one like lovers share, and not the chaste peck on the cheek that had been the standard before this fateful weekend. "I love you, Uncle Al," my niece whispered in my ear as she prepared to leave. "Even if you are the biggest old pervert I know."