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The Need for Seed Ch. 01

By: Kethandra



Author's note: this is a multipart story narrated by a 30ish uncle concerning his pretty tomboy niece and tattooed, hard-bodied sister. Parts One and Two focus primarily on the niece. Each chapter will be of an easy reading length (about 2 Literotica pages) and have at least some graphic erotic elements. My goal is to submit a new chapter every couple days. Votes and feedback are welcome. I hope you enjoy it. 

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Every Friday around three o'clock for eight years, Niecey had let herself in my side door. It started when she was in elementary school, and my sister picked up an evening shift Fridays to help pay the bills. Her daughter, my niece Denise or Niecey, needed a place to go after school. I lived near her school and worked from home, so she walked to my place instead of heading home at least one day a week.

Sometimes she slept over, depending on how late Meghan's shift ran. I had a spare room and she was welcome. The girl was funny, studious and a pleasure to be around. As a writer, I did most of my creative work in the mornings. Afternoons were for busy work, phone calls, answering letters then and emails now. At some point I would wander into the kitchen and find her doing homework on the dinette table.

Niecey always wore glasses. She got very nervous if she couldn't immediately find them. Otherwise, her appearance was what I grew up calling a tomboy: boyish stance and set to her shoulders, no interest in makeup or dresses. As she got older, she wanted her hair very short, wore Wrangler's jeans with a wide leather belt, liked T-shirts under V-neck man-cut sweaters. Glasses with thick squarish frames. The black boots she wore were not Doc Martins but I only became aware of that when she corrected my error. 

Doing at the dinette across from me, she made her voice a quivering teenaged version of an old woman.

"'You're so pretty, you should wear nice clothes. Such thick shiny hair, you could be beautiful. What a shame to cut such beautiful hair.' Jesus Christ, Uncle Mike. I still love Grandma, but she doesn't make it easy. You can never tell a kid too often that - if they only changed every single aspect of themselves - they could possibly win their grandparent's approval. And maybe even be beautiful."

I had rarely seen her cry in all the years she had been coming here. A few quivering lips and moist eyes, but never this: tears of hurt, anger and frustration openly streaming down her cheeks.

"Niecey, I don't know if you know this, but it's time you heard it. Your Dad was an asshole. A mean, drunk asshole even. But I have come to the conclusion, and I'm not the only one, that the main reason he was such a drunk at such a young age, and probably why he was such an ass, was his mother. Your Grandma Jenkins is a cunt."

I had never seen her so shocked in her life. I don't generally say anything critical about anyone and I usually watched my language around her, but Niecey was an adult now and deserved to know the downside to not being able to pick your family. "Uncle Michael!"

"Okay, sorry. That's not nice. I have nothing against cunts, and should not use them in such a derogatory way. They are actually rather pleasant, soft, moist..."

"Uncle Michael!" She was almost laughing. That's the beauty of strong emotions. It's easier to make an sad person laugh than a calm one.

"So I take back any reference to your grandmother being a cunt, and apologize to all the fine cunts out there. She is a horrible, inhuman bitch. With no disrespect to female dogs."

It felt liberating to talk to her as an adult, swearing outlandishly about injustices beyond our control.

"She's wrong, you know," I added.

"About what?"

"I don't know how you'd look in a dress, but I do know you don't need to change anything to be beautiful."

"Yeah right. That's me, glamour queen."

"Glamour has nothing to do with it. Not every guy is looking for..." I caught myself, but couldn't recover enough to finish the sentence. I had always assumed Denise was into girls. She never mentioned boys, the way she dressed and stood. We'd never talked about it, but it always made sense to me. I figured she'd bring it up someday.

"Looking for what?" She looked pissed. Strong emotions. "Not every guy is looking for an hourglass waist and up to here legs? Not every guy is looking for long beautiful hair?"

"I was going to say 'not every guy is looking for glamour,' but Niecey? If I can ask you a stupid question - and please feel entirely free to answer with 'that's an idiotic question, Uncle Mike, and I refuse to answer it on those grounds' - do you like guys?"

She made that face that every strong woman, from Kathryn Hepburn to Shirley Temple, makes when vexed to the point that nothing will do but to face their chauvinistic oppressor and sock them in the nose. He could see the massive effort it took to keep her small hand, balling into a fist of righteous fury, from reasonably replying.

She kept her voice even. "Not very many of them. The list keeps getting shorter."

She sighed. "It'd probably be easier if I was a lesbian. It seems when I like a guy, I mean really like a guy, it's like I'm not a girl to him. He can talk to me, make me laugh, make me feel important and interesting and smart, and one of the guys."

"So, he treats you like a person, rather than a sex object to conquer and impregnate?"

"Exactly. What an asshole. Do you know what I'd give to have the possibility of being a sex object and maybe even impregnated?"

"What do you mean the possibility..."

"What do you mean, 'do you like boys?'"

"I'm sorry, Niecey. I always kinda assumed, you'd end up...coming out."

She looked exasperated. "Seriously? What is it? I know my hair's short. I like it that way. Neat, tidy, low maintenance. Is it the jeans? Wrangler's fit me."

They did. She had worn them before she had hips, but now that her body was becoming a woman's body, she made a sexy cowgirl. A quirky emo nerd cowgirl, but sexy.

"It's the glasses, isn't it? They're unisex. I never should have listened to that saleschick. Unisex means lesbian. I knew it. Dammit!"

"It's not the glasses. These are really cute ones. I still can't picture you in a dress, but those glasses would sure go with a plaid skirt and matching tie."

"Perv!"

"It's not the jeans either."

"So it's the hair."

"Niecey, sweetheart, it's more you. You've always been a tomboy. You square your shoulders like a boy. Right now, the way you clench your jaw when I tell you things you don't want to hear. I don't know what makes it...boyish, but it is. 

"You're very pretty. No, you're damn sexy, but it's my prejudice: you do fit my shallow, uninformed stereotype of a lesbian. Sorry."

"I forgive you. But only because you made my day. And it's not an insult; being gay would be cool at least."

"So I made your day thinking you were a lesbian?"

She looked at me. "I will not answer that on the grounds that the asker is an idiot."

"Point well taken."

Silence.

"Can I try a less idiotic question?"

An exaggerated sigh. "If you must."

"In order to improve future service, how was I able to make your day?"

She leaned back, clasping her hands behind her head in mock cocky comfort. Both knees and boots were a generous shoulder width apart. "You said I was sexy. Damn sexy."

Undeniably a masculine pose, it still thrust her small, firm breasts against the v-neck sweater. Unintentionally, her hands behind her head framed her chiseled, striking face, high cheek bones and firm jaw, as though a model holding back long hair for dramatic effect. Moments like this, I saw my sister Meghan's striking beauty in her less flamboyant daughter.

This girl was sexy. And my niece. And apparently straight. I had no answer. I couldn't deny saying it, but it was a path we didn't need to explore further.

"Thank you, Uncle Mike."

"You're welcome." She sounded serious as she dropped her pose. I wasn't sure if she thanked me for the compliment, or speaking the truth about her grandmother.

"This had been a day of revelation. Dad was a asshole drunk, Grandma's a cunt, I'm damn sexy and my trusted Uncle is a perv."

Again, I had no answer. Eventually she continued. "Fuck Grandma. I get to pick: you're my family. You and Mom."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her face showed confident defiance for about a second, then she started to cry again.

"Ah, Niecey, it'll be okay."

She stood up, fresh tears streaming down her face. I felt helpless. She stepped to my side of the little table and slid it aside with her hip as I turned to face her, still seated.

"Uncle Mike?" She sounded so pitiful now. "Can I have a hug?"

All I had time to do was bring my arms up before she was straddling my lap, wrapping her arms around me. I pulled her close and held her, letting her cry it out, lightly stroking her back.

Denise was straight. I was shocked. I didn't tell her, but her mom assumed she was gay too. We had talked about it a couple of times.

One of the prettiest young tomboys I had ever seen, clueless to how nerd-hot she was, sat on my lap pressing her tender young tits against me. And she was my niece.

Eventually, her boohoos became snuffles near my ear. She still held my head close to her, closer than I was entirely comfortable being to her small firm chest. I tried to remember the losers of the last three World Series in a vain attempt to stop my cock from starting to swell, stuck as it was under her young denim-clad rear. The baseball thing never worked.

When she finally eased her tight hug and leaned back she pulled one arm from around me to wipe her eyes and nose. Looking up at her, I could see she was a mess. She draped the arm back over my shoulder, her hand on the back of my neck. Looking into her red, swollen but still incredibly blue eyes, I hoped she couldn't feel my erection starting to strain upwards.

"Uncle Michael?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" She smiled at the endearment. She was so beautiful when she smiled. Even her smaller smiles involved the entire face, a crinkling near the radiant eyes, flair of the pert nose, lips spread wide to show square white teeth. 

"I love you."

"I love you t..." She cut me off with her lips pressed to mine. She held them too firm to be a truly intimate kiss, but it was decidedly not a family peck by the time she ended it. 

She looked me in the eye again. I saw a twinkle, a brightness there beyond residual tears reflecting the light. "Can I trust you?"

"You can always trust me, Niecey." I hoped it was true. My cock whispered to me that I was a liar.

"Because I have a secret I can only tell you." Perhaps it was an accident, but just then I felt her hips move against my hard-on. I prayed it was an accident, and I hoped it wasn't. "I think you're sexy too. Damn sexy."

She kissed me again. Her lips were softer, almost parted. It took all my willpower to not slide my tongue between those soft lips while I held her tight on my lap, full young hips trapped on my hard cock.

"Mmmm." My lips felt hers vibrate with the sound of satisfied pleasure. Her hips rocked on me again. She knew.

"Are you attracted to me, Uncle Mike?" Her lips had pulled back no more than an inch, her eyes intensely studying me. Another rock of the hips.

"Denise, I'm your uncle. We shouldn't be..."

"Ssh. I know. Of course we shouldn't. This is just information." So persuasive and reasonable.

"If you weren't attractive, would I have this?" I looked down to where she was sitting. I was very sure she had felt the tent rising so I might as well break the ice.

"Maybe you're just a perv."

"Ouch."

Silence.

"Hey perv?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." She rocked again. "I've never had anyone show me they were attracted in quite that way before. You really do think I'm sexy."

"I know I shouldn't, but yes, I do." I leaned in and gave her a light peck.

"You are very pretty." Peck.

"Beautiful." Peck.

"And sexy." Her lips met mine, open. Her glasses banged into my brow, caught between us.

I really thought I was going to be able to resist after passing the first test, but my tongue betrayed me. It slipped between her soft lips, running over them as they opened wider. Her tongue, tasting fruity, met mine. She leaned her head down to me, fingers running through the hair over my neck. I strained my face up to hers, my arms around her, pinning her close. We kissed hard, and long, and not at all like a niece and her uncle ought to kiss.

We separated, both breathing hard.

"Niecey, we need to stop before this gets out of hand. What would your mother think. I'm your uncle; I need to show some restraint."

I could see her small chest lift her sweater with each deep breath. "This could get out of hand, couldn't it?"

I nodded, attempting a serious and wise look to my face.

"I like that idea."

"Denise! That doesn't help."

"Alright. I won't say anything." She didn't speak, but continued looking down at me, her shiny lips, looking slightly swollen and puffy now, parted. She began to move her ass on me in small grinding circles, silently, watching my reaction.

I wanted this girl so bad. And I could refuse my niece nothing, if she set her mind to it. I had to stop my descent down this rocky, no-trespassing path. It had been years since I had felt this powerful a lust, and that had ended miserably.

I stood, expecting her to slip off my lap and regain her feet. Instead she wrapped her arms around my neck more tightly and then swung her legs around my waist as I stood up. She clung to me, my hands unthinkingly straying dangerously close to her ample ass to help support her weight. The crotch of her jeans pressed directly onto my erection.

Then she laughed and her grip loosened. She allowed her body to slide along mine until her feet reached the ground. She leaned against me for a second longer, then pulled back.

"I know we shouldn't, it just felt so good. No one's ever kissed me like that. And it's not like I'm a virgin or anything." She traced her hand over my tented groin. "At least I know now I can turn on a handsome, sexy man, even if he is my pervy uncle."

Her grin was full of mischief, helping ease some of the sexual tension. 

"God, I gotta pee." She brought her knees together to accentuate how urgent the need was.

"Go pee then." Anything for a break before I gave this innocent girl more then she bargained for. I watched her sweet full ass scurry out the door, her sexy nape exposed by the short tapered hair cut that showed off her long, sleek neck.

"Jesus, I'm a mess!" Her voice came from behind the bathroom door, before I heard it open again.

"Uncle Mike?" She called.

"Yeah?"

"I look like hell. I'm going to take a shower, okay?"

"Sure, take your time."

"I look that bad, huh?" The door slammed. 

Welcoming my reprieve, I wandered back to my office and stared at an email, unable to concentrate. I could hear water running through the pipes in the ceiling to the shower. It made me think of Niecey, naked, under the warm flow of water. A single drop forming at the back of her neck, clinging to the uniform perfectly buzzed hairs where the taper started. Catching the drop on my tongue as I join her in the cascade, pulling her bare young body back against mine.

The Super Bowl. How many times did Elway lose before the Broncos won one? Did he win two then? Anything to take my mind off my sister's kid in my shower and in my arms. Seeing so much of my outrageously hot sister in my niece, and then making out with the young girl, her reaching out and stroking my cock, forced me to spend more effort shoving old demons down than I had in years.

I heard the water turn off after a longer than usual time. Soon, Niecey popped her head in my office door, smiling shyly. I grinned back, beckoning her in.

Her hair was still wet, slicked back on top, the only place she had enough hair to style. Her hair style alternated, spikey or slicked back. Otherwise she wore the same jeans and sweater she'd had on earlier. Her face glowed.

"Feel better?"

"I felt pretty good before." She glanced at my lap as she stood by the end of my desk. She must have seen the look on my face.

"Just kidding. Yes, I feel better. And look better too. Crying your eyes out is not a good fashion tip.

"Listen, Uncle Mike. I know things got out of hand, but I want you to know I trust you completely, and I appreciate you setting me straight on Grandma. I need to do a little shopping I forgot about. Would it be okay if I came back here later?"

"Of course, you know you're always welcome." Meghan had stopped the Friday late shift many years ago, and Denise was certainly responsible enough to look after herself, but she had chosen to still make my house her destination after school at the close of each week. "It would be an off Friday if you weren't hanging around, cramping my style."

"If you only had a style to cramp." This teasing was much more familiar ground, a much better place for an uncle and his nubile niece. She playfully kissed the top of my head before heading out.

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I was watching ESPN from the sofa when I heard her voice. I never heard her actually open my door. "Hey, Uncle Mike, I brought Burritos. Carnitas, no cilantro, for you. I'll get plates in a sec."

"Thanks, Niecey. I'm the luckiest uncle ever." I heard a rustle of plastic bags as she headed down the hall toward her room.

"Yes, you are. Truer words were never spoken."

A few minutes passed before I heard plates on the tile counter. "Would you like a beer?"

"Sure," I called. "That'd be great."

I heard the bottle opened. "Can I have one too? Please? It's been a rough day."

"Okay, just one. And don't tell your mom."

"I know something else I won't be telling mom."

"Niecey!"

"What? You want me to tell her? If you say so. You know I always tell her everything."

"Brat."

I heard the second beer open.

"Here you go." Denise stepped around the couch and into my view, a bottle in each hand, one outstretched in offering. My jaw dropped open.

She still wore the same thick framed fashion-nerd glasses, but they were hanging lower on her nose. Everything else had changed. No Wranglers, no V-neck, even her stance was different. More femininely coltish than square-shouldered jockish. 

She brought the long neck bottle to her lips. The phallic gesture reminded me that I had a beer in my hand that I couldn't remember accepting. Her appearance had booted the knowledge from my head. I look a long swig, my eyes exploring her over the bottle.

Apparently, she had taken my offhand pervy suggestion. A pleated skirt and matching tie, both in proper schoolgirl red plaid, were the first things I noticed. My eyes traveled down her legs from the bottom hem of the skirt, beginning far closer to the prominent ass lifting the pleats so tantalizingly than it did to her knees.

Her legs looked longer, curvier than usual. Other than swimming, and it had been years since I'd seen her swim, Denise always wore jeans, hiding these beautiful bare legs. Her thighs were a flawlessly smooth series of curves, parted slightly as she stood letting me drink her in.

Her calves flared out voluptuously below her knees, before tapering in to graceful ankles that disappeared into narrow bands of white frilly sock before being snugly bound into high top white sneakers. The kind of fashion sneakers that build up a high heel inside the shoe. Her legs were being lengthened and displayed by the equivalent of at least four inch heels.

I had to drag my eyes from her thighs. The way they swelled inward toward each other below the skirt, while still leaving a wide space between them mesmerized me. I wanted to run my hands up between them, over the silky smooth skin, lifting the short pleated skirt to reveal the treasures hidden there. Had she really dressed like this for me, because of my comment on her glasses?


The Need for Seed Ch. 01



"Earth to Uncle."

She was grinning openly. "I like the way you're looking at me, Uncle Mike. I thought I looked kinda ridiculous in the mirror, but the way you're staring makes it all worth while. It makes me feel like a woman, sexy and desirable. Thank you."

I struggled to respond. She was so sexy and so desirable, but there was no way I should say that out loud. "You are a gorgeous young woman, Niecey."

She didn't say anything, but her amused look let me know she knew I was holding back, trying to be proper.

"I wanted to do something special for you. In appreciation for the perspective on Grandma and my dad you gave me today. People act like the old bat was royalty around here, and her asshole son somehow became an angel by driving himself off a cliff drunk, abandoning his unborn daughter. I knew these things, but until you said it, it just didn't click in my head. I can love my family, but it doesn't mean I have to like them one bit."

"Exactly. Bright girl." I was glad she had moved to safer ground, away from words like 'desirable' and 'sexy.'

"Bright uncle too. You opened my eyes." She paused as if considering. "Can I have another hug?"

"Sure." I put an hand down on the couch to stand up.

"No. Stay there." She stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "I liked our last one."

That should have been my clear warning, to stand up and keep her from getting quite so close.

Instead, she rested her free hand there on me while she took another long swig from the beer bottle with the other, and I didn't move. Her bare thighs spread apart as she climbed on top of me on the couch, each knee settling into the cushion outside my own legs as she straddled me. Other than her weight being on her own knees instead of on my lap, it duplicated the way she had straddled me on the kitchen chair earlier.

I wrapped my arms around her small back and waist as hers encircled my head, pulling me close to her chest, to her plaid tie and white button down shirt. We held each other in silence.

"Uncle Michael?"

"Hmm?" I looked up at her face, close to mine, as her fingers ran through my hair, massaging the sensitive area at the base of my neck. She kissed me.

Soft, welcoming lips, parting open as mine met hers. Her tongue reached toward mine, calling it out to play. I strained upward to kiss her back, pulling her against me. I felt my cock start to swell, thankful my niece wasn't sitting on it this time. 

We had kissed before, and it hadn't gone further. I knew it wasn't right, but I didn't resist. I could stop before things went too far, and the slope got too steep.

She didn't stop kissing me, hungrily tasting, licking, and nibbling. Her small sounds of satisfaction as she held me tight against her had me fully erect. She had sat down more on my lap as our kisses intensified, and her grinding lower body seemed fully aware of the log that had grown under and against her. 

Her tongue eventually eased away from mine. Her two luscious lips caught and sucked on my upper one before letting it go free.

"I shaved for you."

I ran my hand over her silk smooth calf. "I can tell. Very nice. You have great legs."

"Silly, silly man. I didn't mean my legs."

I thought it better if I didn't answer that one, even if she felt the sudden tensing of my hand on her leg. I certainly felt her sink further down on my cock, rocking her hips against it.

"Uncle Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"You made some insulting remarks earlier involving my family and I think an apology is in order."

"Everything I said about your family is true. Not pleasant, but true."

"Not everything. You called grandma a cunt when you know she isn't."

It had seemed shocking yet safe to use that strong word earlier. The word had more power now, with this sexy young girl dressed to tease and grinding on my lap.

"I know you apologized to cunts generally but my cunt would like - and I would like - for you to apologize personally to, or 'kiss and make up' as they say, with my poor innocent under-appreciated cunt."

Words have power and she was smart enough to know it. Her words, and especially the emphasis she put on the final ones, had the power to force a prolonged groan from me as I pushed up against her. 

"Mmmm. That's what I wanted to hear." She leaned her head down enough to softly, moistly kiss me again. Then she placed both hands on my shoulders, one more of a fist as she still held her beer bottle, and pushed herself up.

She stood close above me, her thighs open and feet outside my knees. I watched her take another swig and took one myself. She smiled broadly when she looked down. I followed her gaze to see my cock tenting up my pants, a half dollar worth of wet darkness staining the fabric.

"Are you ready to kiss and make up, sexy uncle?"

"Weren't we just kissing?"

"We were, and a very nice kisser you are." She reached her free hand down to the hem of her short skirt.

"But you know that's not what I meant."

She pulled the skirt up in front, exposing more and more thigh until they ended. Where the luscious thighs stopped, Niecey exposed the most beautiful bare smooth shaved little slit I have ever seen. Two full curves swelled downward, separated by a dimly lit crevice. I could see a tiny hint of inner lips peeking out of the narrow crack.

My mouth was dry. I had pictured white panties under that skirt, not this. Not the most perfect, inviting little pussy in the world, bare and open to me. I wondered how much of the wetness on my pants was my precum, and how much her juices. I didn't even try to tell myself not to think about juices flowing onto me from my nieces shaved slit.

"Do you like it? I shaved it for you."

Under her spell now, I still couldn't trust myself to speak, but I was compelled to answer. I nodded my agreement,

"Well, tell her you're sorry." I glanced up at her. She seemed so serious, but I could also sense her unsureness. She was taking charge but still vulnerable to rejection if I wasn't careful.

"I'm very sorry." I stared directly at her opening. "I never should have compared you to that bitter, misguided old hag."

I didn't decide to do it but it happened. My hand seemed to make its own decision. I reached out and rested my open hand on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. It slid up between her legs, lingering on the trip to enjoy the soft smoothness of her young freshly shaved legs. 

When the hand stopped, it was deep between her thighs, with the uppermost finger, the index, resting against her bare crevice. I paused before dragging that finger toward me, tracing along her delicate flower. I truly didn't expect these lips to part, or for my fingertip to slip slightly between their wet slippery folds.

Niecey gasped at the sensation. So I repeated my motion, beckoning an imaginary third person, standing behind my niece, toward us with my finger. I watched the first joint disappear on its second pass between her inner labia. 

She sounded breathless. "Uncle Mike, you're touching me. It really feels like you've got your finger inside your niece's innocent young cunt."

I froze, my fingertip still inside her.

"But I told you to kiss it."

I was still lost in a cloud of conflict brought on by her matter-of-fact observation that I was fingering her - which part of my brain registered as a shamefully and horribly true accusation - how wonderful her silken entry felt, and the words she chose to describe it. I did have my finger inside my niece's innocent young cunt.

Her last statement sank in. My finger still inside her, unmoving, I looked up at her. The stern look, hands on hips, glasses in danger of slipping off the end of her rather dainty nose, came across as more teacher than student, but even with the short cropped hair and dominant posture, she was all woman and so beautiful.

"Just kiss?"

She considered. "Hmm. Just kiss, but you can kiss her like you kiss me. I think she'd like that."

"So...start slow, then gradually add more tongue, letting it slide between your soft moist lips?"

Her stern gaze slipped, eyes glazing over for an instant. I felt her body twitch, encouraged the response by beginning a small wiggle of my finger inside her.

"Yes." Her blue eyes closed. "Like that. That sounds fine."

The finger eased back and forth inside her, no deeper than my first knuckle, opening her entire slit that far and no more. Her eyes were still closed, her head now tilting back. I felt her thighs tremble on either side of my hand.

Lowering my beer bottle to the floor beside my foot so I could slide that hand up and around her smooth thigh to where the back of the skirt still hung, I whispered, repeating my own words. "Such soft, moist lips."

The shaking increased. I let the tips of my next two fingers follow the first. Her velvet insides opened a fraction more as the longer middle finger traveled deeper, the three together forming the predatory triangle of a shark's fin slicing frictionless through the intimate wetness.

"Oh fuck." I heard her murmur as the shaking sped up, my hand on her rear under her skirt and my fingers inside both detected the sharp increase in tension. Suddenly, her knees buckled.

My free arm caught her, circling her small waist as her legs gave out. Perhaps she could have caught herself, but I didn't give her the chance. I redirected her fall onto the couch, turning to kneel above her as I lowered her twitching form to improvised safety.

I saw her eyes go wide on the way down, as her sudden downward drop forced my three fingers deep inside her.

"Ahhhh!"

She had been holding her skirt up tight to her belly with both hands, showing off her smooth shave. The one not clutching a nearly empty bottle now grabbed my wrist. 

Looking down at the young girl I held close with my arm now pinned under her, I saw the strain of the intense sensations and unexpected entry on her face. Expecting her to push my invading fingers back out, I was surprised when her tight grip held my wrist in place, keeping my fingers deep inside her.

The look of strain only increased as I felt her body got rigid, arching into me, shoving her hips onto my hand. Her eyes stared at me, overwhelmed. Her mouth opened soundlessly and she came.

With her held so awkwardly, intimately close, one arm trapped beneath her, the other pinned between us in her strong small grip, I felt every shake and tremble, every spasming tension of my young niece's climax. I was in awe of this sweet beauty, so serious and shy, this confusing teenage blend of confidence and insecurities, cumming in total silence and my arms, cumming so soon and do hard.

Gradually her shaking eased but she did not release my wrist. Her eyes darted from one of mine to the other. I kept mine steady, reassuring. My arm was trapped between us uncomfortably, but to shift it I would have to move the fingers deep inside her. Finally, her darts settled on a spot slightly below my left eye.

"I'm sorry."

I laughed, and felt her tense at the reaction. I kept my voice calm and soothing. "Niecey, sweet girl, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was beautiful. I should be thanking you. And then apologizing on my knees."

All four of our eyes popped wide. I had meant apologizing for taking advantage of my young niece when I should know better, but what I said called up just what she had asked for: on my knees, apologizing to her cunt.

Her grin was angelically devilish. "Yes please."

"Denise."

"Michael." Her voice was low and a respectable imitation of my intonations.

"Don't you think we should..."

"Don't you think a gentleman should always take his hand out of the lady's postorgasmic pussy before posing moral quandaries?" She punctuated her question with an abrupt opening of her hand, releasing my wrist, and an inquisitive lift of one eyebrow. 

I eased the shark's fin of three fingers out from where her drop had wedged them tight, but only far enough to free one. The longer two pushed back in, reopening her as soon as she snapped shut, twisting as they went so my palm was up.

Without thought, they curled slightly as they separated wet walls, finding the pebbly upper surface curving with my fingers. I love making women cum and the ones that have cum the most often have, right where the top edge of their opening curves upward and in, a crinkled, pebbly textured firmer area that can get quite receptive to direct stimulation.

"Aaaaiiii!" Making her bright blue eyes pop open above her glasses and below her dark hair was becoming addicting. She'd fully expected me to retract my fingers, the surprise making the sudden stimulation over her "g-spot" that much more intense. I felt her hand again grab my wrist.

My two fingers beckoned towards me, welcoming the imaginary girl shyly watching us from behind my niece, making slow circles of ebbing and flowing pressure concentrated over her slick crinkled spot.

"Oh shit. Fuck. Not again." She arched hard. Tight before, she clenched down on my fingers, though they continued their slow beckoning circles as best they could as she writhed close to me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She babbled before the words became a cry of despair. With one spasming deeper arch, a flood of warm fluid soaked my hand. Enough to wet my wrist and the cushion directly below.

"Oh, god. I am so sorry!" She looked panicked, while I must have been grinning like an idiot.

"Denise. Sweet, beautiful Niecey, what are you sorry about?"

"I tried. I didn't mean to. I can't help it. I lose control sometimes, and cum...too much."

Remembering the reaction I'd gotten before, I held back a laugh. Someone had confused this young girl about her own budding sexuality.

"Because you squirt?"

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Mike. I didn't know you were going to keep..."

"Niecey, it's okay."

"I peed on your couch!"

"Niecey." I said it with force. I waited as she focused. "Listen."

I had her full attention. "What you did just now was beautiful."

I let that sink in. She looked up at me over her glasses, all student now.

"If some boy got scared because of your pleasure," I could see in her face I was close. "His loss. Niecey, you came so hard you squirted all over my hand, up my wrist and on the couch. And you have no idea how incredibly sexy that is."

She looked completely confused. I started to massage her spot with my fingers again. Her jaw dropped open. She struggled against me.

"I want you to cum again, Denise. I don't care if I have to buy a new damn couch, I want to make you cum, over and over again."

The struggling almost stopped."You want me to...? Really?"

She wanted so much to believe it was true. Her bright eyes pleaded with me to make it true.

"So very much." I kissed her. The circles grew, still slow but bigger inside her, more determined. 

My lips still brushed against her, our kiss unbroken, as I said, "Niecey. Cum now. Cum for me. Cum for your uncle."

She gave in. I felt the tension as she arched again, muscles clenched up, giving up control over her own body. I nibbled and licked at her lips, stretched wide open in a soundless gasp.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go."

She did. Soundless no more, she uttered a nameless ongoing vowel. Her hips and back racked in spasm. She rode my circles. The vowel changed pitch, suddenly deeper, finger nails dug into my clenched wrist, and a second warm flood gushed out.

"Yes! That's it, little girl. Let yourself go for me." I wanted her to hear continuous reassurance, to associate her orgasms with praise and delight, to overcome the previous negative responses.

I was rock hard in my pants. Twice in my life, I had had short relationships with truly multiorgasmic women, one of whom occasionally squirted when she really lost control. Nothing had ever made me feel as satisfied as bringing them to that place where they were helplessly lost on wave after wave of pleasure.

As Niecey exploded in climax for the third time, squirting a second time in a matter of minutes, I abandoned any care for how taboo our act was. I had to have as much of my young niece as I could get.

She must have seen the determination in my eyes, because she suddenly looked panicked again as her orgasm subsided along with my circles. Vulnerable.

"Denise. Sweetheart. Thank you. That was so good. If it's okay with you, I want more, much more."

It seemed to take a moment to register. Her nod was shy.

"Are you going to kiss her now?"

It was my turn to be puzzled momentarily. "I'd be delighted to continue my oral apology. But answer me one thing. If you were worried about squirting, why so eager for me to kiss...her? Weren't you worried about squirting in my face?"

Niecey shook her head. "No. I've only been kissed there twice. It felt really good, but I was way too scared to let loose. I stopped them before I embarrassed myself."

"You poor, poor girl. I think I'll have to retrain you." Just saying the words sent a surge through me. I would love to train this innocent, misguided forbidden girl. Teach her to give in to her pleasure, to her gift. This sexy beauty who kept surprising me with her body's incredible responses and reminding me of long-suppressed desires for her mother, my sister. 

"Niecey, I am going to give you the most thorough apology you have every had."

"Mmmm." She smiled at that.

"But promise me one thing."

"Okay."

"Never, ever hold back any orgasm, any cum, any squirting when I am with you unless I ask you to. Sometimes, I may tell you to hold it to let it build, but unless I do, don't ever keep yourself from your pleasure. If I am kissing you, if I have my tongue inside you where my fingers are now, I want you to cum as hard and as often as you can. Understood?"

"I'll try." Her answer was breathless.

"Promise me."

"I...I promise, Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike?"

"Yes, Niecey girl?"

"I love you." Again, her eyes had trouble settling on a spot to watch, darting between mine.

I kissed her softly. "I love you too. Now I want to take you to bed."

"To your bed?"

"If I have my way, Niecey, it'll be our bed." Her eyes widened. Looking up over her glasses at me as she took that in. I saw the narrow slivers of white that showed under her bright blue irises.

"I think I like that idea." She whispered.



The Need for Seed Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Chapter One, and it is assumed that the reader will have read that first. All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.

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I carefully untangled us from each other and the couch. As I helped Niecey to her feet with one hand, I took her beer bottle with the other. Ceremoniously, I dumped the remaining inch or two directly on the couch where we had been, where we could both see the soaked spot she had left.

"Darn, I spilled a beer. I guess I'll have to get this couch cleaned."

The look she gave me before hugging herself against my chest was a look the girl might have given a awkward playful puppy suddenly falling asleep. "That is so sweet!"

I noticed how tall she was against me in her sneaker-heels. I caught a fresh but spicy scent in the short hair above her ear as she leaned close.

When her hug eased I took her hand and led my niece to my bedroom. Leaving her there, I returned with three thick bath towels. I stopped at the sight of her standing beside the bed.

She was gorgeous. Her short cropped hair only accentuated her neck and face. She had pushed her glasses back up on her nose so I saw her blue eyes through the lenses. The plaid tie was askew, exposing the row of clear plastic buttons down the center of the simple white shirt.

The shirt looked a size too small, both how the sleeves bunched high on her arm above the triceps, and how the placket pulled open slightly between the buttons where the shirt was held together over her small breasts. A slight peak in the material of her pocket hinted at a nipple hidden below.

The shirt was bunched where it had pulled out of the waistband of her short pleated skirt. Even more than her Wranglers, the red skirt emphasized the obvious flair of her hips out from that tucked waist.

And her legs. My niece had hidden the sexiest smooth legs under that denim way too long. Stretched out by the angle her silly fashion shoes held her down-pointed toes, they seemed almost cartoony perfect caricatures of what legs should and could be. Womanly curves drawn with youthful suppleness on a red plaid canvas. The inside of both thighs shone wet a hand's breadth or more below the hem. Her hands tugged at one another near her waist.

Seeing how nervous she was, I tossed the towels on the bed and gathered her in my arms. Her head tilted up to kiss me. Instead, I locked my eyes on hers.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"You don't know how much."

"And you remember your promise?"

She shivered. Nodded.

"Good. Don't make me remind you, okay?" I softened my voice on this last question. Her eyes widened behind the glasses at the implied threat.

"I won't."

"Good girl." She smiled, brightening both her face and the room.

I kissed her. Beginning with soft teases on the outside of her lips, before slipping inside and increasing the intensity, I explored her mouth the way I had suggested to her I would kiss her cunt.

I felt her body responding before she moaned against my lips, muscles tensing along her back as she melted into my body. I was having trouble maintaining even breathing. My young niece ground against me, her lower body pushing the swollen outline of my cock into her belly. It sent a tingling rush up my spine, feeling this beautiful girl who I had assumed to be a lesbian, who I had helped raise loving her like a daughter, open herself and offer herself to me.

I allowed one hand to leave her back. It found her hip and was tempted to slide down and find its way under her pleated skirt. Instead, I brought it upward along her side. As it neared the top of her ribs, the thumb traced the small swelling of the outside of one breast. I felt no trace of a bra. I growled against her lips as I confirmed my suspicion. Niecey leaned into me, one knee bending as her leg slipped between mine.

The hand explored out over her thin white cotton shirt. Its texture was crisp. I assumed she had bought it today. For me. For us.

When my hand cupped her small breast, barely filling the palm with its firm resistance, she purred. Her tongue made a slow pass deep along mine. I felt a hardened point near the base of my thumb. My other arm, wrapped around her felt the uptick in tension as my palm moved over the raised knot.

"Can you cum like this?" I whispered it against her jaw, leaving her lips abandoned for a moment. 

"Uh huh." I heard a short breath between the two sounds of her answer as she pushed against me, trying to get my thigh further between her legs. I kept my leg straight so she couldn't rub her most sensitive parts directly on me without leaning back.

She whined as we kissed again. Her back muscled flexed as she reached again to rub against me. Her breaths were rapid now as we both filled our lungs with each other's shared exhalations.

"You want to rub against me, don't you?" I pushed my thigh forward a fraction of an inch.

"God yes."

"You'll cum if you grind your bare little pussy on my thigh right now, won't you?"

She groaned. "Please."

"No." I steeled my voice, making my words commands. Her eyes pleaded. Her training had begun. "I am going to kiss your wet little cunt and suck your little clit."

Her groan was louder. She pushed against me, her hands scrambling over my back and around my waist, trying to find how she could get the direct contact she craved.

I kissed along her jaw to below her ear before I continued. "But first you're going to cum for me."

I locked her small form against me with the one arm around her. I found her nipple with my other thumb, flicked the hard tip through the cotton shirt as my first finger held it in place. I kissed her neck before letting her feel my teeth along the tender flesh there.

"Cum, baby girl. Show your uncle what a dirty, sexy girl you are and cum for him right now."

Bless her heart, she did. Her groan rose to a choked scream as her back arched. Her nipple, already erect, crinkled into a tiny hard nexus of sensitivity under my touch.

Once her reaction began I gave her my thigh. It was important she learned that she didn't need direct stimulation there to climax. It was also important to reward her when she did as she was told. My thigh, offered to her legs to straddle and grind against her, was her reward.

I continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, continued to tease her nipple, as I whispered under her ear. "That's it. Good girl. Cum when your uncle tells you to. Cum hard."

At the last two words, delivered again with more steel, more command than encouragement, my thigh found her crotch. Her thighs squeezed down on my thicker harder leg. Her hands locked behind my neck as she arched further, her head hanging back away from me, mouth open and gasping, eyes staring upward.

I felt warm fluid soak my pants over my thigh as a dim hiss of released fluid reached my ears.

"Good girl. Such a very, very good girl."

My hand behind her had gripped one cheek of her ass as I held her upright. I could feel pleated fabric under most of the hand, but bare smooth skin under my fingertips. Her whole body shook against mine.

As the shaking eased, I led her the few steps to my bed, guiding and supporting her with my hands and arms. With the thick pillow top mattress and box spring, she was still almost standing when I leaned her weight back against it. The height of the bed meant if I sat her up on the edge, she would be situated at just the right level for me to open her legs and push inside.

Once the shaking stopped I backed away from her after one more lingering kiss. Her eyes still looked glazed from her most recent climax. She watched me unfold the three large thick towels and spread them one atop the next on the bed, hanging part way off the edge of the mattress.

When I looked back at her, Niecey was staring at the large wet spot covering my thigh. I smiled at her and she blushed. Stepping close, I stroked her sweet cheek, tracing the high line of her exquisite cheekbone, and lightly kissed her.

"You were a very good girl, Niecey. You make me happy and proud."

She looked both pleased and puzzled.."Because I...wet your pants?"

"Partly. Because you did as you were told." I watched her pupils dilate involuntarily. 

"You came when I told you to. You came hard. And without anything touching you down here." I illustrated my point by sliding a hand up her soft thigh and under the plaid skirt. Her legs were open enough for my hand to trail right up her slit, her lips open enough for one finger to be welcomed slickly inside.

"Fuck." It was the softest of whispers.

"Soon, Niecey. Soon."

"Really?" Her eyes searched mine for confirmation.

I nodded. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me what you want."

She paused, studying me. I stroked my finger inside her and her mouth dropped open.

"I want you...to fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me, Uncle Michael. I want you inside me. Please."

"Good. Girl." I withdrew my hand from under her skirt, displayed the shining finger between us. I offered it to my niece.

"Taste it." A sharp intake of breath showed her surprise, but she grinned.

"Such a naughty uncle!"

"Just the way you like 'em. I'm going to teach you whole new kinds of naughty you didn't even know existed. Now taste."

My wet finger was almost against her lips. She pressed them against my finger tip like a kiss before taking me in. She savored the taste, sucking her juices from me. As soon as the tip left her lips I kissed her hard and deep.

Pushing her legs further apart, I wedged myself close between them as we kissed. My hands wandered up to her cute little plaid tie. I loosened the half Windsor knot around her neck.

Easing away from her lips, I undid her top shirt button and flipped up the collar. I pulled the collar down, out from under the tie, so the plaid choker was around her lovely bare neck. 

I snugged the tie up, tightening it on her exposed throat. I felt her hips rock as her eyes popped wide. She liked the sensation of the tie, and me, gentling constricting her windpipe. I made a point to remember that and explore her reaction further. I shoved down another thought of my sister Meghan, my arm snaking around the neck from behind as she pressed her firm tight ass back against me.

My hands left the tie to play with the small gap separating two buttons between her small breasts. I toyed with the central button, straining to hold together the too-small shirt. I encouraged it from its snug little hole, allowing the gap to widen, showing a hint of soft skin underneath.

Her chest rose and fell with quick shallow breaths. Two thumbs circled twin hardened nubs through her shirt, before two fingers from each of my hands returned to the opening between them. Fingertips stroked the soft skin between her breasts before curling around the sides of the placket. I could see the narrow diamond of smooth pale skin as I held the gap open.

I pulled, hard. My niece gasped as I tore her shirt open, exposing her tender little tits, my hands dragging over her sensitive nipples as they broke threads and sent small clear buttons flying. 

My hands covered her exposed breasts, squeezing them, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb. They were marvelous tiny mounds, the softest of skin over firm young flesh, peaked with perfect hard nubs. Her chest heaved under my touch.

My hands ran behind her ribs, regretfully leaving their soft targets. I pulled her upright away from leaning against the bed as I stepped back. Receptive to my slightest touch, Niecey let me guide her over to where I had stacked the thick towels. I stepped close to her as my hands again found her perfect little tits. Her hand pulled my head down to kiss me, small sounds escaping her throat as our tongues found one another.

I bent down enough to suck one nipple in between my lips. I was not gentle. I pulled on it, flicked over it, stretched the sensitive hardness out away from her body before I let my teeth scrape across it. Her strangled cry rose in a series of higher pitches, like a panicked Von Trapp girl butchering Do Re Me.

Her fingers were frantic in my hair, unsure if they should be pushing me away or dragging me closer. I held the abused nipple between tight lips, flicking the stiffened tip of my tongue across it rapidly. Her cry caught and held the high off key pitch as her hands decided on dragging me closer, holding the tormenting mouth close to her.

I recognized the tension starting to again fill her young body. I flickered harder, adding teasing nips of my teeth. Her hips bucked. I pulled back enough to see her looking down at me, panting, eyes wide.

"Don't cum yet. Hold it for me." Her face showed the panic I had felt from her hands.

"I don't know if..." All she could muster was a shallow whine. I held back my smile at her discomfort. First I'd told her to not hold back, now I demanded the opposite. The next step in bringing my niece's remarkable orgasms under my control.

"Hold it, Niecey. It won't be long." My words gave her no choice. My mouth returned to the same nipple, shining wetly now, swollen and tender from my rough attention.

"Oh god." Her whispered response was exactly what I wanted, especially accompanied by renewed motion from her hips. "I am so close. Please, Uncle Mike. Please."

Her legs came up as she leaned back. My mouth lips and tongue stayed on her as she reclined and I felt her bare legs wrap around me. They squeezed tight, pulling her crotch against me.

"Oh god. So good. So fucking good."

I released her crinkled hard nipple. Her chest rose and fell raggedly. Her legs tight around my hips, I moved my hands to the mattress on either side of her reclined upper body. My face was near hers, her eyes locked to mine, sharing each other's breath.

"Cum."

One small word. One enormous, immediate response. The tension started in her face, between her brows. Then her cheeks flushed, the mottled red traveling down her neck and over her upper chest. Her legs clenched me to her as her back arched.

I did not touch her at all while her orgasm claimed her. I did not speak or encourage her. I merely watched, drinking it in, savoring the ecstatic response of my new trainee.

I felt her legs relax their grip before she collapsed back on the towels. Only then did I speak.

"Such a good girl. So sexy. Cumming so hard, right when she's told."

Still half lost in her post-orgasmic bliss, Niecey smiled up at me weakly. 

"I didn't think I could hold it." She whispered.

I stroked her temple. "You're going to learn all kinds of things you wouldn't think you could do, baby girl. Do you like holding it for your uncle?"

She nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah. I didn't want to disappoint you, Uncle Mike. Ever. I held it for you. Then, when you told me to cum. Oh god, fuck, that was intense."

She bit her lower lip recalling it. She looked so perfect then: white teeth sunk into her swollen lower lip, bright blue eyes fixed on me over her glasses, her young tits exposed between torn sides of her white schoolgirl shirt, almost flattened by her reclined position except for the nipples straining upward.

I unwound her legs from around me as I stood above her. One hand holding each of her fashion sneakers wide, my eyes wandered the length of her shapely bare legs to her swollen-moist shaved-smooth puss, her short pleated skirt bunched above it, covering nothing. "I think its time for an apology."

She groaned. I let my hands slide along the underside of her legs, holding them wide, from ankle to knee to thigh as I lowered my mouth to her.

"Yes, Uncle Michael. Yes."

Up close, her wet little pussy was beautiful. Unintentionally, three of my fingers had already been shoved deep inside my niece's tight slit. She had cum from that, and cum again from two of those fingers massaging directly over the pebbly sensitive G spot I'd found. Now I was going to back up and slow down.

My niece held her wonderful smooth soft thighs open for me. Her red plaid schoolgirl skirt was bunched at her waist. I ran my thumb alongside one thigh, where flesh that would be vertical on standing legs curved into horizontal strips of the softest skin, separating legs from labia. Flawlessly smooth. I ran my other thumb along the opposite side.

Tasting her with my touch, reveling in the soft smooth open invitation before me, I gently stroked both thumbs along the silky strips, pulling them apart. Her lips were swollen and shiny wet, and eager to open. Her soaked pink channel unfolded like a slow motion flower, releasing its heady scent to attract attention.

I leaned close, holding her and my thumbs wide, and breathed in her essence. Niecey's hips rose, trying to bring her aching tender bud to my touch, so near and tempting. I rose with her, staying close but no touching except for the two doorman thumbs holding her open and ready for entrance.

Her distance whisper seemed aimed more at the ceiling and the Universe than at her Uncle, sniffing deeply at her young subtle but intoxicating aroma. "Please. Please. Please. Oh god. So good. Uncle Michael is touching my cunt!"

Her hips jerked up, burying my nose in her moist folds. Her hands grabbed my head, pushing it deeper against her. Her own whisper of the word "cunt" had set her off like a command.

Her legs tensed as she ground her pussy into my face, muttering words I couldn't hear with her thighs close to my ears. I had intended to tease her, to build up the attention slowly, but her next orgasm changed my plans. I grabbed both her shaking hips up under her pleated skirt, holding her to my mouth while I pushed my tongue deep inside her. My niece whined loudly.

I ran my tongue along the trail my fingers had blazed, between her open smooth lips from the very base up to where it had to leave it's intrusion to lick in one long moist stroke over her still hooded but very swollen clit.

I pulled back before growling at the young girl. "Don't you dare hold back."

Her whine became a shallow scream. Her hands clasped my head tighter. I felt fingers pulling painfully at my hair. I sealed my lips around the raised hooded button, sucking while my tongue began pulsing, determined flicks over the tense nexus of nerves between my lips.

Warm fluid gushed over my chin as I felt the outer reaches of her abdominal muscles spasm under my fingers splayed from her hips to hold her to me. Her body shook, tensed beyond her control. I sucked and flicked as she soaked my face with her sweet warm juices, allowing them to run down onto the thick towels below us.

I didn't allow her orgasm to wane this time. As soon as I felt her belly muscles start to relax, the tension ease slightly, I redoubled my attention on her clit.

"Oh. Fucking god no." I heard, in a voice bordering on despair.

I brought both thumbs close and slid the hood up and off her hidden button. It shone with her wetness, swollen and red, so tender and exposed. I allowed the very tip of my tongue, held relaxed and soft, to graze the little knob.

"Please. No. I can't..." 

"Yes, Niecey, you can." My voice was deep with gravel and would accept no debate. I was going to make sure she had no resistance to cumming hard when my mouth was on her. "You made your uncle a promise."

The shaking renewed. Her thighs were clenched tight. I licked again deep inside her, tasting the stronger fluids accumulating there. Once more my tongue slipped out of her as it journeyed back to her clit, now held vulnerably exposed.

I pressed the thick middle of my tongue against it.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I heard. I felt her legs begin an unconscious almost swimming motion in the air on either side of my head, pedaling vaguely.

Keeping the soft middle of my tongue against her most sensitive spot, the swollen little bulb distinct, I began to move rapidly against her, letting the strong muscle of my tongue tense to the point of vibrating.




The Need for Seed Ch. 02



The last orgasm's shaking hadn't left when her body climaxed again under my attentions. She was totally silent this time, as though the reflexive firing of nerve and muscle within her had paralyzed her vocal cords and lungs along with all other conscious motor control. I continued my frantic deep tonguing as wave after wave crashed over the overwhelmed girl.

I was on autopilot, lost in my lust as I brought this latest, strongest release upon my sexy young niece. I reached down with one hand, still licking, and unbuckled my belt, freed my raging hard cock. Her fingers were weaker as they clasped at my neck. I eased my mouth and head away from her. I looked down at her quivering body, the torn remnants of her white shirt to either side of small breasts stretched out almost flat, nipples crinkled hard and pointed to the ceiling.

"Come here."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I could feel small quakes under my hands but she was otherwise limp, unresisting. My cock was standing straight out from my body, my pants around my thighs. Her slick bare cunt was open and ready, poised at the very edge of my bed on the towels. Her chest was flushed red and heaving with her breaths.

Her eyes were wide, seeing the hunger barely held back in mine.

"Roll over." Her brows came together in confusion. My hands showed her what I wanted, pulling her small form part way off the mattress before lifting one hip and rolling her onto belly. Her legs were already off the bed, so the roll brought her feet to the floor. I kicked her feet, still in her sexy but silly fashion sneakers, wider apart, then drank in what was before me.

The tiny skirt fell over her round ass cheeks, covering all but their lovely lowermost curves as she bent over the towels on my bed. The shoes held her toes acutely pointed, stretching out the long curvy legs I still couldn't believe had been hidden so well under her Wrangler's. I knew what I would find between those legs, away from view under the short skirt's hem. I could still taste it. 

Niecey's back was covered by her ruined shirt, but above the loose collar I could see part of a plaid tie around her bare neck. Above that was her short tapered dark hair, tiny stubbles precisely lengthening as they traveled upward toward the longer black hair atop her head. Her exposed shapely neck, the short trimmed hair, and not too subtle reminder of her delightful reaction when I tightened the plaid tie around her throat, all combined to make me want to throw myself on the poor girl and sink my teeth into her exposed nape like a wild animal.

She must have recognized the sound of my pants and belt hitting the floor. I heard my sister's only daughter groan into my mattress. Taking my hard cock in hand, I dragged it up along one smooth thigh. I held the swollen head still, directly against her wet opening, before flipping the skirt up off her ass. The round cheeks were shaking again. I could see my shaft beyond my hand disappearing under them.

I pushed the head up into her. I pulled back, letting it slide inside her silken lips, reversing the journeys of my fingers and tongue. My cockhead started just shy of her now rehooded clit, running along her opening until it ended, not far from her tight little rearward rosebud.

Once my cock bounced free of her, still pointing directly at its target, I brought both hands to her lovely full cheeks. I pulled them apart and felt her tense. Not resisting me, but surprised. I pressed close behind her, lifting my hips so the cock would slide higher into this upper channel. I heard the soft slap as my shaft landed between her wide-spread cheeks, filling the gap. 

"Uncle Mike, what are you..."

"Shh." I silenced her. "Do you want me to stop?"

Face down, she shook her head. "Please don't stop."

"Then no questions. Just obey your promise and be a good girl."

"Yes, Uncle Michael." I thought I could hear a smile in her answer.

I held my cock still while pushing both her young, flawless cheeks in around it, swallowing it in her soft flesh. I pulled them wide again. If my cock had not been hiding it, my hard shaft against it, her little butthole would have been entirely exposed to my view.

I gathered a mouthful of saliva and let it drop from my mouth onto my cock. She squealed as the wetness splatted down unannounced. I slid my cock slowly along the channel, spreading the lubricant over us both. Within a few strokes my cock was slipping slickly between her cheeks. I pressed them back in around it, working my cock between them like tittie-fucking two huge round nippleless breasts.

"Oh my god, Uncle Mike! I have never felt anything like this." Niecey was lifting her ass to meet my every push now, driving my hard cock deeper between her cheeks and against her sensitive rosebud. My hips were fucking her, long deep strokes of my cock from behind, except I wasn't inside her. Yet. That needed to change.

She whined in protest when I pulled my cock from between her cheeks. She turned her head to the side, trying to look back at me. Her glasses were pushed up off her nose at an angle by the mattress. I could see the tie pushed high around her bare sexy throat.

The cockhead again dragged between her lips, the slickness of my spit adding to her own juices. Her legs quivered along with her hips and ass now.

"Yes, Uncle Michael. Yes." I could barely hear the words.

"Yes, what, baby girl?"

"Yes please."

"Tell your uncle what you want, beautiful. Say it out loud." I pushed the head up against her, her lips wrapping around it, almost sucking it inside.

"I need it. Please. I need you inside me, Uncle Mike. Fuck me." She twisted harder to look back at me. "Fuck your niece's little cunt. Please!"

I did. No fast. Not hard. But I fucked my young niece, fucked her tight little cunt with long even strokes of my cock as she squirmed. When I first pushed the entire head inside her hips had pulled away. I continued the even pressure, feeling the head open her walls deeper inside, pinning her thighs to the edge of the bed. I continued the slow intrusion until my entire shaft was buried in the hot, tight, and very slippery young girl. I held us there.

She didn't push back, but as soon as I felt her body no longer trying to retreat, I pulled myself back out until only the head remained inside her. With no hesitation, I pushed the entire length back into her. I was rewarded with a loud, low moan.

"Does that feel good, Niecey?"

"It feels...so much. So far beyond good. Please, don't ever stop."

I chuckled as I continued the slow in and out motion. "Never."

My fingers on her hips detected a change in her body. Rising tensions they clearly recognized.

"Are you going to cum for me, Niecey? You gonna cum with my cock fucking your little cunt?"

I saw muscles appear in her back as the tension increased. Her hips twisted in my hands before I felt them push back on my next thrust into her. Her breaths were increasing in frequency and intensity. I saw one small hand grab a handful of blanket and twist.

I pushed myself hard against her, into her, and stopped. Her hips lifted in my hands, her ass held in place with my cock buried inside her. Then her soft wet walls clamped down.

I lost it. My sexy little niece, still listed somewhere in my head as a totally unavailable lesbian, was cumming again, with my cock buried in her young pussy. 

Animal instinct and muscle memory kicked in. I released my grip on her ass and grabbed both her arms from behind. I pulled back on them, arching her back, shoving myself deeper into her clenching, pulsing center.

I held her tight by her arms, her head hanging suspended above the bed, and pounded my cock into her. She cried out, she struggled, and she came. I had no control over my own body or mind, fucking her, filling her, making her mine, no longer conscious of whose perfect tight pussy squeezed me tight.

I was vaguely aware of her climaxes peaking and receding, waxing and waning. I have so idea how many times she came around my invading cock before an animal's roar escaped my throat as I arched hard into her, pumping and pumping load after load of my seed deep inside her still pulsing sheath.

I collapsed on top of her, gasping for air, vaguely aware of her struggle to breath under me. A rushing sound filled my ears behind the fuzzy drumbeat of my heart. I was incapable of speech or rational thought as my dead weight pinned her down.

I don't know how much time passed as we both gradually regained our breath and sanity. Finally, my niece managed to utter two short syllables.

"Holy fuck."

I had enough mental capacity by that time to silently agree. I kissed the bare skin I found below my lips. Niecey purred. I kissed again, identifying the recipient as the back of her neck, just below the tie. I felt her hips wiggle back against me. The action caused my softening cock to slip wetly out of her.

"Oop. Sorry."

"It's okay, sweetness." I murmured, able to speak again. I slowly lifted my weight from her, raised myself to a standing position. She followed me until we both stood, her pressed against the bed. My arms slid around her from behind to hold her to me. Her small hands came to rest over mine, locking her in my embrace.

She leaned her head back against me. "I love you, Uncle Mike."

"I love you too, my precious Denise."

After a moment of silence, melded together, she asked softly, "Will you hold me, in your bed?"

I remembered my earlier statement. "In our bed. I would love to."

My fingers eased the ruined shirt from her shoulders, found the buckles they needed to undo before the skirt fell to the floor. I gently slid her glasses off her face, setting them close on the bedside table. She was entirely naked except for the narrow plaid tie around her throat.

I pulled back the covers, holding them for her to slide under before I joined her. My beautiful niece snuggled herself close in the crook of my arm, her cheek to my chest. I held her tight.

She uttered two more syllables, in a tone that expressed exhausted but complete satisfaction, before her slow regular breaths confirmed she had fallen asleep, content in my embrace.

"Our bed."

End of Chapter 2

Next: Uncle, Niece and Sister all learn new things. We learn some old ones.



The Need for Seed Ch. 03



Author's note: This is the third installment to an ongoing story. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen and are entirely fictional. This chapter is little light on graphic sex but set up Chapters 4 and 5, which are complete and will more than make up for it. They will follow shortly. Enjoy, and thank you for all the wonderful feedback on Chapters 1 & 2.




"Ma'am, I found something of yours. I think she was running away again."

"I don't know, Mike. This girl had become quite a handful: rebellious, no respect for authority." The bright smile on Meghan's face was a joy to see. We had become more distant since MegNz had opened four years ago, after I had crossed an uncrossable line. We got along, but the closeness I'd always felt with my only sibling had been lacking.

That was why I was so delighted to get the phone call from Niecey today. I had made gentler love my niece this morning when we woke up. I had found her soaking wet when I rolled over and touched the sleeping beauty next to me, naked except for a thin red plaid tie around her neck. Opening her legs, I had crawled between them and brought her abruptly to consciousness when my cock head, slathered with my own spit, slid into her, suddenly stretching her tender opening.

I don't know how many things I have ever seen more beautiful and inspiring than my sexy young niece's bright blue eyes popping open in surprise right then. Seeing the realization of where she was and what I was doing hit them, followed immediately by tension tightening her face as I pushed myself deeper insider her. 

Her arms wrapped me close in a death grip as her almost immediate orgasm rolled over her. Until she pulled me too close to see, I watched with awe her eyes progress in the brief eternity from sleep to awake, from peaceful slumber to incestuous penetration to the start of clenching release. 

Engrossed so deeply in her sudden climax, I didn't recognize my own until I cried out, pumping my niece full of my cum. I know I had never seen a girl cum so quickly, and I couldn't remember the last time I had either.

When I got the call hours later, my cock started to grow as soon as heard her voice. She surprised me by inviting me to their house.

"Mom has big news and wants to celebrate. It'll just be the three of us. My real family." The young girl almost squealed.

Nervous excitement filled me. I missed the closeness I used to spend with my sister, but it was my own fault. Now I had found a new closeness with her young daughter. Spending the evening with the parent of a young girl I had fucked earlier in the day could always get interesting in a hurry, even when the girl wasn't my only niece.

Denise met me at the door.

"Mmmm." She squeezed me tight to her, eyes glowing with excitement. Silently, she brought her lips to mine, teasing me with her tongue before withdrawing. I noticed she was wearing jeans again, but the jeans looked more feminine, closer fit to her than normal. Her shapely thighs seemed more displayed, or was it merely my own awareness of my niece's budding beauty hidden below?

I followed her into the kitchen, placing my hands on her shoulders as I announced I had found the wayward naïf.

Meghan looked gorgeous, radiant. She hugged me close, her hard body and large breasts a study in contrast to her daughter's. She wore a slim fitted red dress, with thin straps over the shoulder, a keyhole cut out over her chest and a series of peek-a-boo holes running down one side. Every opening revealed parts of inked art and slivers of sexy woman. Her long black hair was tied high in the back, revealing the closely buzzed side above her ear.

My sister held the hug a little longer than expected. Then she brought her hand to my cheek as she looked into my eyes with her striking green ones. "Thanks for coming, Michael. I wouldn't be here without you."

"And I wouldn't rather be anywhere or with anyone else." Except possibly alone with your daughter. Can she borrow that red dress sometime, Sis?

Meghan surprised me by lightly kissing my lips. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't something she did often, and I knew it hadn't happened since I crossed that line, after MegNz grand opening.

Dinner was delightful. Meghan saved the news until we were eating. Seafood Alfredo on fresh-made pasta and a light white wine. She let her daughter have two glasses, something I had heard Niecey claim her mother sometimes allowed lately, but had yet to witness myself.

The news concerned MegN. I knew business was great: she had paid off all the loans I had cosigned. I had heard from Niecey that her mom was shortly to be featured in a photo shoot in one of the new crop of Men's magazines, trying to catch the "Alt" market their ad department said the Millennials so respected. Their readers had already voted an amazing shot of MegN in cut-off denim shorts with the sunrise behind her as the "Year's Best Thigh Gap."

This was bigger though. A real old-school Men's Entertainment magazine, the kind I would have hid from our parents as a kid if I could have gotten my hands on one, had offered her a fantastic sum to appear fully nude. 

They didn't normally featured tatted bodies, rarely mothers or girls past their early twenties, with the obvious exception of celebrities. I guessed my sister was a celebrity now. Besides the life-changing amount of money, this was an honor and a huge step up in publicity too.

"I said yes."

"You'd be crazy to say no, Meg. Congratulations. That is seriously impressive. You deserve it."

She smiled at me over the table, taking another swig of wine. She didn't seem too nervous about the announcement but was still drinking more than I thought normal for her. "Thanks, Michael. It is a secret, though, okay?"

"No problem. I don't normally go bragging about how hot my sister is anyhow."

"You don't?"

"Everyone in town already knows it."

She paused, thinking. "It'll be my first full nudity."

"How does that feel?"

"Great. Your skin can breath, the wind carressing intimate places, though it can get chilly in the winter."

I chuckled at her. "I know what nudity feels like. How does it feel to know your nudity is going to be in millions of magazines and online everywhere?"

I noticed Niecey silently watching the two siblings chat, eyes barely clearing the wine glass she held to her lips, sipping slowly.

"Overwhelming. They made it clear this is about the unveiling of my new art."

"'Sunrise'?" I asked. 

Meghan glowed. "You heard about it?"

"Who hasn't? How many tattoos make the news?" 'Sunrise' and 'Sunset' were names others had dubbed it. It's owner refused to describe or name it. In her signature low slung jeans look, the new tattoo showed only partly above her waistband. 

It revealed a not-quite-half orb, like a sun on a horizon of denim, surrounded by what seemed to be clouds and radiating spears of light, all done in the style of a Master woodcut, like a late Durer. Speculation of what wasn't showing caught on, especially since the art disappeared in the direction of that award-winning thigh gap. Artists created their own concepts of the complete work, based on complete guesswork.

"I'd show it to you if I wasn't wearing this dress."

"Mom!"

"Okay. I'd show you the top of it. Why people call it that. For the rest, you'll just have to wait for the photo shoot to come out, like everyone else."

"So it's okay if your brother buys a copy?"

"As long as it's for the art. And the articles."

"Uncle Perv." Niecey had to get her dig in.

"Denise!"

"Sorry, Mom."

I was curious. "So, has anyone seen the whole thing yet?"

As soon as the question was out, I saw Niecey's eyes widen. I hadn't meant to, but I guess I was asking my sister, "Have you a spread your naked legs wide for anyone lately?"

"Obviously," was my sister's reply. She went on. "Chief did the inking over my art stencil. So he's seen everything, but is sworn to secrecy."

I had always wondered if anything went on with those two. Chief was definitely older, but it was hard to tell how much older with the part Native American artist. Barrel chest, thick arms, and a perpetual stern scowl hiding his sweet gentle disposition, he seemed like the kind of manly man MegN would go for. I pushed the thought aside as a jealous twinge hit my gut.

"Okay, I could beat the information out of him if I need too."

We all laughed. I was wiry fit and strong like Meghan, and a hair over six feet tall, and Chief was probably twenty years older, but he would break me like a twig. I didn't mention how satisfying the ludicrous idea of beating up the man, who had trained MegN and given her her first tattoo job, felt to me after my thoughts of him and my sister together.

We fell into a comfortable silence after discussing Meg's naked body and who had and would ogle it. I pushed my chair back, patting my stomach as I emptied my wine glass. "Thanks for a great meal with my two favorite people. And sharing such wonderful news. Do you know how proud I am of you?"

The two beautiful women followed suit, Niecey making a face as she swallowed the rest of her wine. Meghan simply smiled at me as she set her empty glass down.

"Thanks, Michael. I always want you to be proud of me." She seemed to fight back tears, not something I saw often in my tough acting sister.

"Do I have to clean up the dishes now, Mom? It feels so good to just sit here, with my family." I was feeling the wine, so I knew Niecey would be.

"I can see what you mean, Meg. No respect for traditional parental authority and roles. Won't do the simplest chores. Nothing but trouble." I shook my head in faux disgust, continuing the mock complaints from before. There had never been an easier child to raise than Denise.

"I tried to sell her, but no takers on Craigslist. I'm at my wit's end." Megs toned and tatted shoulders dropped with a theatric sigh. I noticed the way her full tits, stretching the red fabric of her dress, shimmied with the motion. Especially the keyhole at their center. Shadows at the center of each hinted at her nipples, both of which I knew to be pierced.

I shook my head. "Spare the rod and spoil the child. I guess she's left us no choice."

I turned my chair away from the dining table and patted my lap. "Denise, you need punished. Come here and take your spanking."

Meghan laughed, but cut it short when Niecey did as I said, shocking us both. Without hesitation, she stood and walked around the table to me, before she bent over my legs as I sat in the armless chair, resting her weight on them while she presented her jeans-covered rear to my right hand. Without considering how far this would go, I locked my right leg over her left, hooking my ankle inside her knee, and sliding my left hand up her back to her neck.

With wine-fueled confidence and without hesitation, I slapped her denim-covered ass with my open palm, hard and loud. Niecey cried out in surprise. Meghan's mouth dropped open. I spanked her daughter again in the same spot. The sound echoed in silence this time. My hand rested over the impacted area, rubbing softly. My sister's eyes were on my hand, massaging her daughter's tender cheek.

"Niecey, do you remember your promise?"

"Yes, Uncle Mike."

"Wait. What promise?" Meghan asked.

"I had Denise promise to not hold back when something came up, to let it out." The teenager on my lap made a small snorting sound her mom didn't hear didn't pick up on. "Apparently, she misapplied what she knows I meant. It was not intended to get her out of her chores."

I pulled my hand back and immediately spanked her on the other cheek. She cried out again. I massaged with my thumb through the neat tapered stubble at the base of her skull, holding her head down, bent low over my lap.

"You do know what I meant. Right, my smart young niece?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Are you holding anything else back now?"

"No, uncle." She sounded less sure and received another slap on the second sore spot.

"Are you sure?" Her spanked round bottom lifted then, pushing back on my hand that had smacked it. "I think you're holding something back from your mother and me. I'm going to spank you until you let it go."

I glanced at my sister as I pulled my hand back. She looked puzzled but entirely engrossed with what was transpiring. I could see her straight white teeth as her mouth hung slackly open.

Niecey squirmed against my leg and hand holding her down. "No, please. I don't want to..."

Slap!

"No!"

Slap!

"Nooo." The protest trailed off to a whine.

Slap!

"Oh." I recognized the change in tone.

"That's it. You promised. Now let it out." 

Slap!

As her back arched on my lap, tightening neck and back muscles pulled her strained face upward. She looked full into her mom's rapt face as the orgasm rode through her young body, radiating outward from the source of pain and pleasure.

I heard the quiet hissing sound I had been waiting for just before I felt warmth spreading over my thigh.

"Nooooo." Forlorn, helpless, embarrassed in front of Meghan, she submitted to my wants and her promise.

"Good girl." I massaged her neck with one hand, the red welts surely forming under her jeans with the other. "Let it go."

When the spasms slowed I ease her up off my lap. Tears streaked her cheeks. Meghan was staring at my leg and the large wet spot covering my thigh. I smiled at her before pulling her daughter to me. I kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her glasses bumped my chin.

"Such a good girl. Thank you for honoring your promise and not holding back. Did you like that?"

Niecey nodded, eyes down.

"Now tell your mom you're sorry and go get washed up." I wiped one teary streak away.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I won't ever be a rebellious brat ever again." She grinned and looked back at me. "Unless Uncle Mike is in charge of discipline."

She almost skipped out of the room, before popping her head back in. "Mom? I'm going to turn in after I wash up. Love you. Love you, Uncle Mike."

We both assured her of our reciprocating love as she left again, though mine had changed in the last day or so, more Eros added to the Agape love I had always had for my niece. I wondered at he sudden "turning in."

Silence hung over the two of us after Niecey left. Finally, Meghan spoke. "Jesus. Did she pee on you?"

I shrugged. "Sis, I think your daughter's a squirter."

"That's sick. And kind of hot. She came from just you spanking her." My sister shook her head in disbelief. "Incredible."

She looked down at my wet pants again, considering. "Let's get those clean. Come on."

I walked behind her to the laundry room, watching my sister's famed ass lead the way. That really was a very fine gap she had there between her lean thighs. She pulled the knob on the machine, starting water running. "Okay, let's have them. There are sweats here you can wear."

I loosened my belt, pulled the thick leather from the loops. I noticed her eyes watching my hands' activities. I flipped the belt in two and quickly snapped the two ends I held. The doubled up leather slapped together with a loud crack, making her jump.

"Jesus, Mike!" She looked flushed, nervous. 

I lowered my zipper and dropped the pants. Kicking my feet out of them as I stood there, I saw her again staring at me. I looked down to see my boxer briefs were wet as well on one side. Niecey had soaked right through.

The outline of my hard cock was distinct, stretching the thin cotton. "I suppose we should wash these too."

She nodded agreement without looking up or away. "Uh huh. Looks like I'm not the only one who thought that was hot."

"Not many things as hot as a beautiful woman in the throes of her orgasm, Sis."

Meghan's eyes flicked up to mine before dropping back down to my wet underwear. "You know, that's the first time I've ever seen another woman cum. In person, I mean. And it was my daughter bent over my brother's lap. Crazy. She came in like 30 seconds."

She shook her head in disbelief. When my thumbs slipped under my elastic waistband she turned away from me. I let them drop to the ground. I took the opportunity to check out Meghan's gorgeous back. Even with her various tattoos she still showed a lot of smooth unlinked skin and the lean cut muscle we had both been blessed with. The ink she did have was unique, quality work, positioned for maximum effect on the body. She had said many times the placement was at least as important as the design.

Growing up with a sister two years older and an early developer, she had been the ideal of female beauty to me. In many ways she still was. The red clinging dress hid little from my gaze. I had no doubts why a magazine would pay so much for her to strip for their readers.

"What happened between us?" The question popped out as I pulled on the sweat pants, trying to ignore the giant "PINK" now marking my ass, even as I knew the answer. My own idiotic lust had happened between us. 

She leaned against the washer, unable to look at me.

"You know what happened, Michael. Once again, you were my Mike in shining armor, as always there to rescue me, to slay the Jenkins dragon. To buy me a building. But you're my little brother too." Her strong shoulders sagged, no mock dismay this time. She paused before continuing.

"I'm supposed to protect you. Keep you innocent and safe. And when I had a chance to actually protect you - from your own dirty-minded older sister - I betrayed you in the worst way possible." Her head hung down. I could see her start to shake with silent sobs.

"Huh? You betrayed me?" I tried to wrap my head around her completely different perspective on our relationship. 

"I know I did, dammit. Enough already!" Her voice was thick with her tears. She'd totally misunderstood me.

I went to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, covering bare skin and a fierce Japanese samurai wielding a long naginata. "Meg..."

"Don't touch me!" She pulled her shoulder out from under my hand. I heard a pang to her voice beyond what her crying would explain. The wine, our newly refound closeness, talk of revealed Sunrise, my niece's cum on my leg, and a spectacular red dress conspired against my rational mind. Her obvious misunderstanding of what happened pushed me over the edge.

I grabbed both her arms, one hand obscuring a pair of creepy Raggedy dolls over one cut lean bicep below the Samurai, the other, the lower part of an ornate Polynesian shoulder armor. Meghan - actually MegN - had feminized the armor like something Frank Frazetta might have put on a Martian princess, the shadowing and detail making it one of her most commented on artworks, until Sunrise-mania hit.

She struggled against my grip. I was confused and frustrated. I wanted to shake her slim body in my hands, shake some sense into her. Instead I pulled her back against me, my mouth close to her ear. I could feel her shaking, and her hair against my cheek, both long silky strands and short sharp stubble.

"Meghan." I didn't yell, but it was close. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me."

Holding my sister from behind with a hand on each arm as she struggled to get away was a defining part of our relationship growing up. Meg was two years older than me. As young siblings we latched onto that position, whether gripping wrists or upper arms, as a test of strength repeated often when roughhousing. 

It took years of her escaping and letting me grab hold again before my male physique caught up to her older female one. At some point the upper arm grab became our standard, with Meg pulled tight against my body, my sister's teen ass pushing back at me whenever she bent at the waist, letting her weight twist her arms hard behind her. My first fleeting contacts with a breast pressing against me, a nubile body near mine, were with my older sister.




The Need for Seed Ch. 03



When I was in middle school and she was a sophomore we discovered something. Our mom had given up telling us to 'cut the monkey games.' We both understood that we should be a little less physical around others, but still engaged in idle grappling horseplay almost anywhere we happened to be. I know I would have been shocked and surprised if anyone had suggested the behavior was remotely sexual. It was a old game between siblings.

This day, I had her by the wrists from behind almost absent-mindedly as we went over our mutual school days. High school life fascinated me. Megs was not one of the popular girls, and filled me in on her perspective of teen social iniquities. We were in my room, my head visible over her shoulder as we looked in the mirror over my low dresser. My hands neither held her tight nor did her arms struggle with any real effort.

She twisted one hand up and across her body. It brought my arm around her neck from behind, slipping under her chin. Not really thinking, I tightened the hold and brought my other hand up, still holding her wrist. Much like what Hulk Hogan would call a Sleeper Hold.

She struggled in this new position and I squeezed, pulled her back into an arch. I had begun to relish more these chances to hold her body against mine, now that I was finally stronger than my older sibling.

She went limp. I at least slowed her drop to the carpet. I thought first that she was joking, then feared she was dead, sprawled unconscious half on top of me. A brief horrible thought of telling our parents I'd kill Meghan flashed by. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly focused. She smiled dimly.

"Hi." She sounded so relaxed. Stoned. My heart slowed as I realized she was alright.

"What did you do to me, Mike? That felt really good."

We experimented. I didn't want her to fall again, so I knelt behind her as she sat on the floor. Even going slow, she complained about me hurting her neck and her jaw both before we found the right spot again.

As soon as she slumped unconscious against me I released my grip around her neck. I found my hand cupping her young full breast as she leaned limply back. It was my first brief experience of my hand brimming with a well-filled bra, the lacy texture clear through her shirt. 

I had expected lace to be softer, but I hefted her, squeezing inquiringly, knowing this fleeting handful was a milestone. I let my hand slide lower around her before her eyes fluttered open. My sister looked at me in a way I would not see again until I was older and girls wanted to kiss and much more.

Later, I would see the rear naked choke applied properly many times in MMA fights on TV. Fighters would tap out before they dropped unconscious. Even when they didn't tap, they woke up shortly with the ref staring down at them. 

I took a few Ju Jitsu lessons, and bought a DVD on choke holds. I learned the difference between breath chokes and blood chokes. With a blood choke like I had lucked into with Meg, cutting off oxygen to the brain can knock a person out in a few seconds.

Soon after that afternoon, my sister was pregnant with asshole Bobby Jenkins. He was eighteen, Meghan barely sixteen. I was fourteen and wanted to kill him, even if he was at least sixty pounds heavier then me and a captain of the football team.

That started a struggle that lasted at least fifteen years, one I hoped was truly over. Any time a Jenkins was involved, assume there'll be drama and strife.

First they denied the baby was his, accusing my sister of being all kinds of whoring slut. Since she did dress differently than most girls in town, her own goth-emo blend, the stories stuck. When our parents bought into those lies, Meg stormed out of the house. She found a space in a shelter and a waitressing job, then a small room to rent. There were State prenatal services she learned about.

Once tests showed the baby, the future Miss Denise, was Bobby Jenkins' after all, talks changed to a possible Spring wedding. Then Bobby, quarterback and bully, rolled his Toyota pick up seven times, drunk and thankfully alone. He had dropped off two other partiers minutes before. With his death, the family efforts changed to taking custody away from the teen girl, before Niecey was even born.

Private eyes followed my sister, filming both secretly and openly. Like a lot of the commercial real estate in the area, the Jenkinses owned the building where her restaurant job was located. They pressured the owner to fire her. He resisted until they upped his rent enough that he had no choice. She found another job, and then another as the Jenkins harassment continued.

The courts confirmed her as a fit mother with full custody other than grandparent visitations. Even though the judge expounded on her remarkable maturity and independence for her age, the family continued to try exerting their control. A talented artist amazing at detailed line work, Meghan had two local shows of her etchings and ink drawings canceled by Jenkins-pulled strings.

After training in her limited spare time for years, while I pitched in watching Niecey, Meg got a spot using her art skills creating tattoos. Chief, the craggy unflappable owner of the shop, had traded her most of her training in exchange for original line art she did, based on custom requests from clients. Chief fought Jenkins threats until they finally dug up some old dirt on him that he couldn't afford to have revealed. The bitterness was clear when he explained why he had to let her go.

I made better money than anyone knew. I lived in a modest house, drove a Hyundai Accent around town. Writing under pseudonyms provided much more income than the stuff under my own name.

I had started a Nevada corporation on a paranoid whim years ago but never moved assets into it. The corporation now bought a small commercial building in town and signed a very long term lease with Meg's new tattoo parlor, MegNz. I cosigned on the loans for her equipment.

Before it was even open, a Jenkins agent was contacting the shell corporation to purchase the property, not knowing their target's brother was the sole owner of Western Properties limited. In their hurry to sign the deal for a ridiculous price, they didn't thoroughly read the attached lease agreement. Late in escrow, their lawyer concluded MegNz had a legally binding right to an unusually low rent for ten years, with an option for twenty more. Western Properties graciously allowed them to buy their way out of the purchase agreement with a fat termination fee. My lawyer said the man Jenkins agent "actually cursed."

The family then tried to bribe the health inspector to close MegNz down, but he was a rare straight shooter and a high school friend of mine who'd always had a crush on Meghan. 

The subsequent investigation, including the inspector wearing a wire, sent one Jenkins to jail and left another two on probation thanks to a friendly judge. It also made very public the underhanded tactics they'd been using for years and made MegNz too visible for their further retribution. 

By this time, the granddaughter they were supposedly fighting on behalf of was turning fourteen and beginning to be more aware of Jenkins vindictiveness. To Niecey, Grandma had always just laughed away Meghan's versions of events, saying she holds an old grudge. She was "on the drugs and all" for goodness sake.

Much of the town still depended on Jenkins goodwill for their livelihood, or had benefited from their calculated largesse in the past enough to look the other way. But enough people held a grudge against at least one ham-handed member of the clan to appreciate knowing someone had stood up to the family successfully.

Getting a first tattoo at MegNz became almost a rite of passage among these folks, a statement of 'fuck you' at the Jenkinses. Where before, Meg's extreme look had made her out to be almost shunned by the more conservative appearing Midwesterners in town, after the bribery fallout, Meg noticed many more smiles and nods, and even hugs and thanks coming her way. 

Until now, the last time I had held my sister from behind and felt her familiar struggle had been four years ago, after MegNz grand opening party. When I had held her from behind and fucked her, finally taking out my lust for my strong, proud, rebel sister. Reveling in her struggles, I had forced myself into her and taken her as I'd always craved.


Next: Chapter 4, A Grand Opening and a Tattoo Revealed



The Need for Seed Ch. 04



Author's Note: This is part of a longer series. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18 and are the author's fictional creations. Enjoy.

*****

Four Years Earlier

Everyone else gone; the two of us had stuffed the last plastic fork and paper plate into trash bag. I could tell Meg was exhausted but still on a high from the incredibly positive reception the opening of her new Tattoo shop, MegNz, had received. She looked spectacular in her heels showing off those toned legs, short black leather skirt and sleeveless wife-beater undershirt, a red bra showing prominently under it.

She looked at me with an odd thoughtful expression. Her face was flushed, I assumed, from the free flowing alcohol. Or maybe catching me checking her out. "Thank you, Michael. For everything. I would not be here without you."

Meghan wrapped me up in a tight hug. 

"Anything for you, Meg. Congratulations, people love the MegNz. And you."

"And I love you." She pulled back, and again I saw that odd look in her eyes. She pushed me hard in the chest with both hands. "Idiot."

I stumbled back two steps at the unexpected shove. 

'Idiot' was a standard response she used if I missed something totally obvious, like a punch line. I must have missed the whole joke this time.

She stepped toward me, shoved again. I leaned into the second impact. Her hands struck my chest but I didn't move. He face briefly registered pain as the force jammed her wrists.

"Damn, you're solid." Her hands stayed on my chest. Checking out my pecs, squeezing me like a piece of prime meat.

She turned away from me, her head up at an angle, thinking.

"Remember when we used to..."

I grabbed her before she finished, scooping up a wrist with each hand, knowing what we were both thinking.

"Yesss." She leaned away, letting me catch her weight as her hands met behind her back. Drunker than I had realized, she leaned fast enough that I barely caught her, jerking her shoulders back with the force of stopping her from falling on her face.

I pulled her upright, gripping her upper arms now from behind to keep her vertical. She leaned into me, her shoulder blades against my chest, before pushing her upper body away with a jerk. Her ass, wrapped in black leather, ground back on my crotch as she bent sharply at the waist. Again, I held her hanging with her arms acutely stretched back. 

"Ohh, yeah. This was always my favorite." When I had held her like this long ago, she never moved her ass like that against me. Like a standing lap dance. Her torso hung like a suspension cable between her hips and shoulders, both of them suspended on me. Her hips and ass continued their slow grind.

I realized my cock was completely erect, pressing back against my sister's hard ass. I had no idea how long it had been standing up. Meghan groaned, hanging in my arms, rubbing back on my cock. The girl, the woman, of my most shameful fantasies.

I pushed her forward and lowered her upper body onto the nearest support: a new maroon vinyl covered massage table, for clients to be able to fully recline while being inked. It left her leather-covered ass higher than her down-facing head and still pushed hard against me.

I released my grip on her upper arms. I held her back pushed down on the massage table with one palm while the other hand pulled her skirt up, exposing her to me.

"We can't." Her voice was faint. One hand reached blindly back to tug the skirt down. I grabbed her wrist and twisted the hand behind her, securing it to the middle of her back with my other hand.

I let my free hand explore her exposed ass and hips, still tight against me. I stroked and squeezed, not gently.

"Nooo." She groaned. "Michael, I'm your sister. I can't let you do this."

I slid my hand between her legs. I felt cotton and wetness.

"Can't let me, sexy sister?" My hand slid under the wet panties. "You don't have to let me do this. All you have to do is not stop me, and we'll both get what we've always wanted."

My thumb dipped into her wetness, pushing thickly in and out. Meghan groaned down into the padded table. Her legs shook.

When my hips eased back from her and the sound of my belt buckle releasing reached her, the only reaction was for the fingers of her strong little hand pinned behind her back to softly stroke what they could reach of my hand, holding her pinned. My pants hit the floor.

"Ahhhh!" Her entire body tensed as my hard cock head dragged up between her legs. With her soaked panties shoved to the side, I felt her slippery silk welcome.

I had told her all she had to do for this to happen was to not stop me. My gorgeous, hard bodied, tattooed sister did not. I knew I couldn't stop myself. Squeezing her wrist tighter as I put more weight on her lean muscular back, I pushed inside.

"Michael." It was a hoarse whisper. "What are we doing?"

My body answered her. Holding on with one hand tight on her lean hip, I sawed in and out of her tightness. For most of my adult life I had chastised myself, trying to convince myself that I didn't really want this. Inside my sister finally, fucking her bent over form, I had never wanted anything more desperately.

The tension I felt radiated down my spine from from skull, pulsing with every thrust. My breaths were harsh and ragged. My balls pulled up tight behind my thrusting crazed cock.

"Meghan." It was barely a word. "I'm going to cum."

"No!" She started to struggle hard. Her hand popped free from my grip behind her back. Surprised, I let her push me away and out of her. A long string of shining precum hung from my red swollen tip pointing straight out toward her.

She spun to face me, eyes wide and wild, mouth gasping in air. So close to cumming, I felt anger bubbling up that she had chosen that point to finally stop me. Then she spoke.

"Give me your seed, Michael. Let me taste you." Before her words sunk in she dropped to her knees.

I saw her hand wrap around my shaft, pumping. Her thumb pressed along the underside, forcing the clearish fluid she craved up the channel. She wrapped her lips, so sexy, so hot, around my head and sucked.

I didn't thrust into her mouth and I didn't force her head down on me, though both actions came near to becoming reality. If this hadn't been Meghan, my ideal and my sister, one or both would have happened. 

Instead the shock of this strong, sexy, independent woman dropping to her knees to taste me struck a nerve already frayed by our forbidden contact. With her lips secured around my bulbous head, her tongue inside lapping at the first taste of my fluids pumped free by her hand, I exploded. 

I distantly heard her choke as the first blast launched into her throat, followed by softer sounds of encouragement as she continued to swallow, my cock spasming repeatedly in her mouth. My knees quaked with the sudden release, then slowly gave out.

With more concentration, perhaps I could have remained standing. I had no ability to concentrate as my sister continued to milk any remaining cum from me. I managed to lower myself to the floor instead of falling, Meg's hands slipping back to cup my ass, holding me in her mouth, as she sank down with me.

Leaning back flat on the floor, my sister still slurping any remaining cum from me, my hands finally found her head. As soon as my fingers wrapped around, tangled in her long hair, she moaned.

The sound sent vibrations down my shaft, just starting to soften. I pushed her mouth down onto me, groaning as I felt my more spongy head butt against and then enter her throat. My sister moved down with my hands, encouraged it seemed, rather than forced. 

Her moans continued, the sensation it sent changing as my entire cock entered her mouth. My head was squeezed and teased by the tightness of her throat, still sensitized by my recent orgasm.

My sister coughed wetly, pulling my hands upward as she backed her mouth off me with a deep gasp. The sudden penetration of her throat had forced me back fully erect and the expanding bulb had been too much for her. Meghan licked my rigid head one more time before climbing on top of me.

I looked up at her, straddled across my crotch, my cock against her. Her chest heaved with each breath. The white tank top was askew, showing more of her bra and the curve of swelling breasts pushing up out of it.

"We probably shouldn't have done that."

My sister's hips rocked on mine. "Probably not."

"Do you regret it?"

"Not yet. Do you regret choking me with that big cock in my throat?"

I could see her broad smile. Her hips continued their motion.

"Not yet. Maybe not ever. You swallowed my cum, beautiful sister. I liked that a lot."

"I liked it too." She licked her lips.

"Kiss me." She did, leaning down to press her gorgeous body to me, sliding her tongue against mine. My hands went to her hard ass, pulling her down on my stiff cock. Her hips began to grind.

When our lips parted we were both breathing hard. My hands left her rocking hips to cup both full breasts. The last time I had held her tit she had been choked unconscious, and both of us much younger. This was very different

"Michael, we probably should stop now."

"We probably should. Do you want to?"

"No." A whisper.

"Then don't stop, Meghan. For me, for your little brother, please don't stop. I love you."

Without another word, she pulled her tight tank top over her head. I dropped my hands to my sides and watched. Unclasping her bra between her tits, she let them swing free. My groan was loud as I bucked up into my sister. I could not remember ever not wanting this, desperately.

Beautiful full breasts, still showing reddish creases in the tender skin from the confining bra she had been wearing all evening. Perfect erect nipples, both completed with fine gold rings pierced through their centers, barely large enough to not constrict her swollen hard nubs.

I watched my sister reach under her leather skirt, pushing the bunched up wet panties further to the side before lining my cock up with her opening. She sank down on me, slowly taking me inside. When her hips had sunk down to meet mine she again leaned down to kiss me, her naked tits now pressed to me. 

I tried to convince myself we gave ourselves in to what we both knew we shouldn't crave so hungrily, for one drunken unforgettable night shoving shame, reason and sanity aside. Part of me knew Meghan had no responsibility for this; my incestuous lust was to blame. It explained why she seemed to shy away from me after that, avoiding times when we were alone together.

--

But now she was blaming herself for my idiocy. It occurred to me that she might have somehow blamed herself all this time.

"Listen, Meghan. You didn't betray me. I betrayed you." 

"What!?" She shook harder to free herself, still facing the washing machine in the small laundry room, her back to me.

"You said it. My job is to protect you, to rescue you, and I used you. I wanted you so bad, I always have, but I never should have done that to you. I am so sorry."

Her struggles had stopped. "You're my little brother!"

"I haven't been your little brother in a long time." I pulled her arms back until I controlled her balance. "When is the last time you could actually get away from me, Meghan? When is the last time you wanted to?"

She struggled again, jerking her arm suddenly out of my grip. Without thinking I slipped my arm around her neck, under her chin, and cinched down. I released her other hand to grab my own, to control her head. How many times had I pictured holding her like this, since that afternoon so long ago?

"Oh fuck." It was a whisper of surrender. I felt her body give in completely before I applied any pressure around the carotid artery. She relaxed as soon as she felt the hold sink in, slumping against me. I held her, the implied threat or perhaps promise to choke her out enough for her to give in to me.

"I love you, amazing, beautiful, talented sister." She leaned more into me. She had to feel my hard cock against her tight firm ass.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded. From the slight shaking I could again feel, I assumed she was crying.

"Then trust this: you could never do anything to betray me, Meghan. I love you too much. I've kicked myself for four years, for betraying your trust, for acting on my sick impossible fantasies. Meghan, do you know how much it turns me on still to think of that night? I'm ashamed when I do, because I took such advantage of you, but I still can't help it."

"Me too." Her voice was so small. Her ass rubbed side to side on me. "You still think of...me, Michael? Of then?"

"Too often for my sanity."

"I make you crazy?"

"Yes, sweet sexy sister, you do."

"And you don't think I betrayed you?"

"You gave me an incredible gift."

Her hand stroked my arm where it still held her, under her chin. "And it took us four years to figure this out?"

"Looks that way."

"Michael?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think we have it figured out now?" Her fingers were tracing the slight depressions between the muscles along my forearm. 

My arm eased from around her throat, draping over her sexy shoulder. The other slipped around her waist, savoring the ripples of muscle that covered her lean belly under the tight dress. My little finger stroked low on her, over the area of the unseen Sunrise. I wanted to slide the hand down, past the short red hem, over her mound and between her legs. I resisted.

"I doubt it, Sis." Her fingers found and entwined with mine, holding my arm low around her. My other hand traced lazy lines around her collar bone and onto her shoulder. "But we can try. Do you love me?"

"You know I do, Mike." She melted back into my embrace. "I love you more than anything, besides my daughter."

My cock twitched against her as she melted into me, and as she mentioned Niecey.

"You mean the daughter who just peed herself while her uncle spanked her?" I knew I had to bring up what Niecey and I had done, but was horrified it would ruin the refound closeness with my sister.

She slapped my arm. "I know! The little minx. Let's deal with us first. So. You are really okay with what I did?"

"I am more than okay with everything you did, that we did. Except not having this talk four years ago." My upper hand left her shoulder. Draped over her from behind, it seemed so natural for it to settle down around her full round breast, my forearm across her chest. My thumb brushed consciously across her nipple, no bra there to protect her sensitive piercing.

Feeling the raised button and it's golden adornment, I brought a finger to my thumb and pinched, before rolling the sensitive point between the two.

I felt her sharp inhale before she whispered. "Do you wanna make up for lost time?" 

I finally allowed the hand on her hip to explore south toward her short dress' lower edge. Toward the world's finest thigh gap.

When she turned to face me I pulled her close, the exploring hand now grabbing her muscular ass cheek, the other losing the breast before wrapping around to find the back of her shorn neck under her long hair. When my sister kissed me, I never wanted it to end.

It did end. Strong small hands snaked between us to my chest and pushed us apart a few inches. She leaned back in for another quick taste of me. I was raging hard in my pants, my nape tingling with the memory of her fingers' eager dances there as our tongues waltzed.

I saw the sliver of white below her green irises as she glared up at me, her nostrils flairing slightly with each breath. It was a look I saw only in turned-on, sexy women and Hollywood movie psychopaths. 

"Is this really happening?"

"Yes, Sweet Sister, it is. If it's what you want." My eyes searched her face for the answer I needed to hear.

"Michael. I want this so much." Another, softer kiss. "I want you. I want you to fuck your big sister."

I groaned, my hips humping against her at her words. "You're not that big, Meghan."

"Okay, fuck your horny little sister, then."

"Here?" We both looked around the cramped, plain laundry room. I didn't wait for an answer. I scooped her legs up and cradled my beautiful sister in my arms, carrying her to the private back deck, my PINK sweats tented by my raging erection.

Meghan had a collection of sectional outdoor furniture pushed together like a giant couch near the sunken hot tub, it's waters glowing with the underwater lights that provided the space's only current illumination. I knew from the past that there were a few other single chairs and chaise lounges positioned in the dark, shadowed area of the deck, where they would be ideal for sunning during the day.

I lowered my sister onto the flat soft cushions of the sectional, noticing how her already short dress had pushed up almost to the crotch. She saw my hungry stare between her strong lean thighs.

"Would you like to see my new art?"

"Sunrise?"

"No, the whole thing. Once you see it you'll know Sunrise isn't the right name."

"You know I would."

Meghan sat up, keeping her eyes on me. She peeled both shoulder straps down over her arms. I must have looked surprised, knowing the tattoo was below her waist and her hem could be only a few inches away from the art everyone wanted to see.

"Patience, dear brother. It's best to see it from the top down."

She pulled one thin strap lower, the material of her tight stretchy dress clinging to her full breasts before releasing one. I watched the slow motion unveiling in awe, seeing soft flesh bulge above the descending material. The cloth caught on her pieced nipple, pulling it down with the dress until it popped free, pointing out at me.

The second nipple followed, her full tits supported and displayed by the dress bunched close below them. As much as I wanted to see the body art others were willing to pay so much to publish, I couldn't resist her strip tease. 

The vision of my gorgeous sister straddling me, stripping off her top and bra for me four years ago, had become a tortuous symbol of the unholy blend of lust and shame my thoughts of her had become. Now, as she once more bared her breasts to me, the shame dissolved, vanished. We had both blamed ourselves, when no blame was needed. That we both lusted for one we also loved was no cause for shame.

I desperately wanted to see the red dress continue south until it cleared her ankles, unveiling every inch of her, but my sister's pert pierced nipples called me.

The soft shifting light from under the spa water cast a golden orange glow on her skin. I pushed her back on the cushions, the dress around her middle, my focus on her amazing breasts reaching up toward me.

Where Niecey's breasts were lovely little mounds, just fitting in my palm, with nipples that crinkled in to form tiny hard vaguely conical peaks of sensitivity, my Meghan's were perfect full handfuls capped with nipples an artist might draw. Each areola was a tightened disk the size of a quarter capped with a hard cylindrical pencil eraser, slightly rounded at the end. A small gold ring snugged around each, the metal pieced through the nerve-filled tip.

I sucked one into my mouth. I felt the warm gold, the tensed flesh, and my sister's sharp intake of breath. The fine metal ring provided a solid fulcrum for her raised nipple as I flicked it hard with my tongue, flexing the sensitive protrusion over its own tiny shackle. I pulled hard on her, tugging the nipple up away with my lips, stretching her breast upward. I released it to snap back while her long legs slowly writhed against mine.

I kissed her then, hard, our bodies grinding together, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist. My sister pushed me up, away enough to see my face. Her eyes were wild.

"Choke me. Please, Michael. Like we used to."

I smiled down at her. "Choke you? If that's what my sister wants, that's what she's going to get."




The Need for Seed Ch. 04



I pushed back, standing up, leaving her on her back looking up at me from the sectional. I shoved the borrowed sweats down, kicked then off my feet. My cock sprung out, pointing away from me and slightly up, bouncing a couple times before freezing at attention. Meghan stared at it open mouthed.

I pulled off my T-shirt, to stand in front of my half-dressed sister entirely naked, completely aroused.

She looked puzzled. I heard a hint of whine. "How are you going to choke me standing up there?"

"Kneel here and I'll show you." I pointed to the edge of the seat, right in front of me.

She smiled, scrambling to her knees. She managed to keep the dress low enough that I still hadn't seen a hint of what was hidden. Once in position, my cock trembled inches from her mouth. Her voice was teasing. "This isn't what I meant."

I reached down to stroke her cheek before my hand settled at the back of her head. "Be a good sister and suck my cock. First we'll choke you my way, then we'll do it your way."

Her hand wrapped around the very base, near against my balls, to point the head at her lips. It began a slow pumping motion. "I like the way you think, bro."

Then my sister's full sexy lips wrapped around the head. I felt heat, slick moistness, and a tingling surge ran down my spine seeing her take my hard cock in her mouth again, after so many years and so much blame.

I let her move, fucking her mouth onto me. My hand rode along with her motions, stroking over the short stubble on the back of her neck that she kept buzzed below her long black hair. Small wet noises reached me as she pushed her mouth further down on me, taking the cock deeper with each plunge.

I felt the head bumping the back of her mouth. Each time it reached the entrance to her throat it stopped with another wet strained sound. The next time I slid in over her tongue and felt the soft impact I tensed my arm and held her head there with my hand, my cock against her throat. Her big beautiful eyes flashed up at me, wide, as I held her close against me.

My hand let her head pull back and she gasped in air around my wet shaft as I pushed her back down harder. The head of my cock wedged against the entrance to her throat. I felt her body jerk as she choked, saliva spraying out around her lips.

"Yeah, Sexy Sister. Choke on my cock. You like that."

She nodded, rubbing the sensitive head against the back of her mouth as she did. Another small push and she choked again, before my hand allowed her to ease back once more. A string of saliva stretched downward from her chin to her chest. I collected some with my free hand, roughly massaged the slickness into a pierced nipple, tugging and pinching it as I did. 

She groaned around me. I held her in place and thrust. My sister coughed wetly around me before the head settled against her throat.

"Relax." I growled, knowing no one relaxed when told to in the midst of a stressful situation. I pushed in against her resisting inner entrance, stopping as I felt her gagging reflex begin. I held her there on the edge. Her breaths were labored through her nose, unable to force quite enough air in and out of her lungs.

Releasing her slippery tender nipple I pinched her nose closed. Both her hands came up to my thighs, trying and failing to push herself back enough to breath. Her eyes were wide with panic.

I held her place on me for a few breathless seconds. My cock pushed part way into her throat as she struggled. A choking cough forced precious air out of her lungs before I freed her nostrils and her head. My sexy sister fell back on the sectional, gasping.

My own breaths were ragged, my chest heaving as I stood above her. A long string of her spit dangled from my twitching head. I dropped down onto her, shoving her legs apart. I had to taste her.

My forehead pushed her dress up out of the way as my mouth found her shaved pussy. My naughty sister hadn't worn any panties under her dress when she invited her brother over to tell him she was going to pose nude for the World. She was soaked, fragrant, and delicious.

Her back arched up under me as I my lips latched on, followed immediately by her protest.

"No!" She still sounded short of air as her hands pushed at my head between her thighs. She forced more out between breaths. "I want. To. Show you."

I had forgotten about Sunrise and the strip show in my hunger for Meghan. I was now too close to see anything of the art, but I allowed her hands to push me back enough for her to twist away. She turned her body away from my sight, rolling over to hide her new design.

Realizing what she was doing, my hands helped her onto her belly, dress now bunched around her middle. Her firm athlete's ass was exposed and displayed to me. I pushed my self and my mouth again between her legs. Grabbing both lean hips, I pulled her onto my tongue, burying it in her wetness from behind.

"Oh shit. Fuck. Oh yes." Her ass pushed back at me, then clenched down into the cushion. I tasted, licked, sucked, flicked. When Meg clenched down I let her action lead my tongue over her rearward hole. She moaned.

I went crazy on her. Tongue and lips teased and tormented her front and rear as her hips' up and down motion changed to a tense quaking, the groan becoming a low, oscillating cry. Each tortured quake clenched her toned cheeks against me as her cry rose.

I climbed higher onto the sectional, straddling my sister's legs. I barely aimed my swollen head before I thrust it into her, seeing it disappear into the shadows below those round firm cheeks. I dropped my weight on my sister's back and fucked her tight wet pussy.

The quake became a rapid shaking and her cry bordered on a scream as I took her. My weight compressing her lungs, her struggles for air under me egged me on. One hand forced its way under her, found the place my slippery shaft worked in and out of her. My fingers stroked just above me there and immediately felt her tension redouble.

"Jesus. Michael. So much. So good." I felt her suck in air between each attempt to speak. Under my touch, my weight, and my thrusts, her quaking had turned to a rapid shaking, her body vibrating below me. It was time to give her what she wanted.

I rolled to one side, my arm around her pulling her with me. I continued to push into her, keeping my cock nearly buried as I spooned close behind her. My arm slid up. Her breaths had deepened when my weight stopped compressing her lungs, but caught when she felt my arm slip under her chin around her throat.

Earlier, in the laundry room, my sister had relaxed into me as soon as the choke was locked in. This time the response was the opposite. Meghan's strong lean frame went rigid. Muscles tensed to the point of spasm, a plucked string stretched too tight. She came.

Her cry was forlorn, lost. He ass pushed back hard against me as inner walls squeezed down tight on her invader. The shaking vibrations reached a crescendo, then ceased. Meghan fell limp. I relaxed the arm around her throat that I had not been fully aware I had been squeezing.

I held her gently from behind for the brief endless seconds until she started awake with a jolt. Her hand stroked along the arm still under her chin.

"Hi." She whispered. "Thank you."

I kissed the side of her head. "You are very welcome, sexy sister. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all. You rocked my world and then put me to sleep. I'm still in wonderland." She snuggled back against me, her hand still on my forearm. She did sound dreamy.

"Michael? Have you done that with anyone else? Choked them?" Her hand was still.

"No." I flexed my arm ever so slightly. "That was always something special, for us, to me."

Her hand resumed stroking my arm. I continued, but not before pushing my still very hard cock into her the little bit further I could. Meghan pushed back to help. My balls tightened up close, reminding me how near I had been to cumming inside my sister.

"Remember Susan?" I short, flirty redhead, she had been my first real girlfriend after high school, two years older than me. My sister's age.

"Oh yeah. Was I jealous of her!"

"Seriously?" I had no idea of Meghan's feelings toward me.

"Definitely. She just oozed sex while you walked around grinning like a guy getting regular action for the first time in his life. One time you brought her over to visit, she was wearing a short dress. I know you two had just had sex. I could see it in your eyes and I could smell it."

I started to lean into her, sliding in and out as she spoke. I rolled her back onto her stomach to pump deeper into her from behind. I released her neck to push myself up on my hands. "Susan introduced me to the term 'breath play.' She showed me a lot, but I would never put her in a choke hold. That was only something for the two of us."

"My god, Michael, that is so hot. You haven't cum yet, have you?" She shoved her ass back and up toward my thrusts.

"Not yet. But it won't be long." Tingling tightness ran continually up and down my spine, connecting the base of my skull and my balls sucked close under me.

My sister twisted to look back at me over her shoulder. "Can you hold it? I have plans for that load."

"A little while. You're a fucking turn-on, Megs." I slowed my motions to a pace I knew I could, I hoped, hold back. I tried not to appreciate the perfect curve of her breasts where they pushed outward underneath her. "Try not to wiggle this hot ass so much though."

She squealed when my open hand smacked it loudly as if for emphasis, wiggling her hips in response. I smacked her ass cheek again, leaving four more red fingers on a larger red palm. A twinge up the length of my cock reminded me how close to cumming I was. I slowed down more.

"You are close, huh?" 

"Very." It was hard to talk. A growing part of my brain was beginning to scream at me to just grab the incredible ass below me and pump into her until I exploded.

"Good. Pull out, Michael." She pushed her hips away from me and my cock slipped from her. Quickly, she threw one leg over as she rolled onto her back, again displaying those beautiful breasts capped with cartoon-perfect pierced nipples. I prepared to push back between her legs when she sat up beside before regaining her feet. I turned to face me sister, looking up at her as I sat on the low furniture.

Meghan looked so unbelievably sexy to me then. Tight red dress bunched rounded her waist, breasts heaving with each deep breath. Her eyes were wild, her full lips parted. The filtered light from the spa could not quite illuminate the shadowy area between her thighs, where I had so recently been happily buried.

She hooked her thumbs into the top of the dress, just below and outside her tits. She inched it down, resuming her strip tease.

"You know, brother," Her voice was low, seductive. "What I wanted to do when Susan walked in in that little dress smelling like sex?"

I shook my head, my eyes locked on her hands and the dress.

"I wanted to throw the little slut down and suck your cum right out of her pussy."

"Uhh!" My hips bucked involuntarily. I saw my sister's eyes widen and I followed their line of sight. A large drop of milky precum had formed on my cock's very tip.

Meghan dropped immediately to her knees and wrapped her mouth around me, sucking. I only had time to groan and thrust up into her mouth once before she was gone. She savored the morsel with her tongue as she stood.

"Michael, do you have any idea what your fucking seed does to me?" She was panting hard. I remembered how she had spun around to suck in my cum in MegNz four years ago. 

I shook my head. "Tell me."

She smiled at that. "It's true though. I am obsessed with it. I always have been. I can't help it. Knowing it was inside Susan, I wanted to take it back from the bitch who had stolen the one man I loved. I can't remember not wanting you, brother, not needing to taste you, rub you into my tits and belly. 

"As badly as I wanted you to fuck me after the Grand Opening, I needed your seed in my mouth more. That's why I pulled off of you the second time, when I rode you on the floor that night. One taste wasn't enough. I had to have my brother's essence on my tongue, in my belly again. Am I sick, Mike?"

Not since wet dreams as a youngster had I been so close to exploding in orgasm without any physical touch at all. My head spun and my heart raced. I tried to speak coherently.

"Sick? No. Incredibly sexy and irresistible, yes. I thought you pulled me out because you were scared I'd get you pregnant." I was going to continue telling her I'd actually gotten a vasectomy shortly after that incident, because of my fear over how close I did come to potentially getting her pregnant. Instead, her reaction shut me up in surprise.

When I mentioned getting her pregnant, my sister's eyebrows came together and her jaw dropped open wide. One hand slid between her legs as her eyes squeezed shut. She moaned. Her hips pushed forward and back over her hand. He eyes snapped back open, intent and wild and locked on mine.

"Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck. Please don't mention your seed in my belly, Michael. If I think about you getting me preg...Fuck! No, that's way too hot."

She brought her hand up to her mouth, sucking her juices from the fingers as her feet did a little nervous dance, like a kid having to pee. She blew out a long focussing breath and returned her hands to her dress. I watched them push the fabric down.

"You need to see this now, Michael. Right now."

She didn't stop until the dress was low on her belly, imitating the line of hip-hugger jeans. I could see Sunset. It did look like the top half of a globe surrounded by whisper fine diaphanous clouds. The low spa light his finer details.

Her hands pushed the dress lower, uncovering my sister's art and body. Once the dress reached her thighs, her hands released it and it fell to her feet. She was completely exposed standing before me.

'Sunset' was most certainly not a sunset or a sunrise. The half circle was not what it seemed. If you need to know every detail, the magazine is available now, or google it. It's worth it. I will tell what I saw that night, in the filtered flickering light.

I drank in my sister's tight firm body, naked and displayed for me. I was suddenly so nervous I couldn't breath. The spell broke when her eyes flicked downward. Again, I followed them. This time, my eager cock had leaked a milky blob that was now running down the underside of my swollen head.

What everyone assumed to be the top half of a circle on Meghan's flat ripped belly was really the more rounded end of a large vaguely alien egg. The clouds were not clouds at all, but frilly fleshy layers peeled back as the egg began to push out of her body. The peeled layers suggested the petals of a flower or the leaves of a sensual head of exotic cabbage at least as much as her flesh.

It was disturbing and attractive at once. A hugely powerful image of fertility. The more pointed end of the egg, aimed downward, disappeared where her pussy began. Anything entering her would be pushing up into the huge symbolic ovum. My sister's hands stroked the egg.

"You inspired this, Michael. You and my need for you. My egg craving your seed. My belly begging for you inside."

I stood up, inches from her. Overwhelmed, I could not speak. Her eyes followed my stiff cock as I moved. Our faces close, our breaths shallow, rapid and simultaneous, we both watched her fingers reach me and gather my discharge. Her thumb milked the underside for more. I shuddered at the combined sensation and view, added to the idea of how my sister craved it.

Her palm and fingers slicked my precum over the egg, massaging my seed into her belly. My mouth found hers. She pulled me close, grinding the length of her body against mine. Her arms wrapped tight over my shoulders, standing high on her toes. I felt my slippery cock head squeezed between her thighs, against her slick opening.

She pulled back from our kiss. "I need you now. Please give it to me. Fill me with your seed."

I scooped her up and turned, lowering her to the cushions. Her legs went wide in welcome as I knelt between them and felt their smooth skin wrap around me. My balls were drawn in almost painfully tight as I positioned my head between her open lips, aimed to thrust up into her egg. Her slick welcome blended with my flowing precum as my tip nuzzled deeper.

I pushed into her snug velvet splendor with a groan, deep and guttural. Her body and her new egg opened enough to swallow me. A grin split her face as her eyes filled with love.

"Yes, Michael. Love me. Fuck me. Oh god, pump me full of your seed!"

I thrust into her hard. Watching myself vanish into her, the flat belly beneath the egg swelled with my penetration. I could see the deep entrance of my cock head bulging her skin outward, filling the erotic ovum. My cock inside my sister, my seed inside her egg. I pounded into her, into it, then held my groin in tight to hers, as deep as I could go. The egg swelled up from her belly, flat no longer. The powerful image of fecundity triggered my release.

I roared at the dark sky as my balls released their flood. Powerful streams of cum filled the egg as an inner roaring fill my ears and brain.

"Fuck yes! That's it, baby. Fill your sister's belly with your precious seed." The egg and my sister squeezed in on me, her second climax crashing over her as I pumped deep inside, filling her need for my seed. Feeling in myself a need fulfilled I had never fully recognized. 

I wrenched my eyes from the sky to take in all of my sister, finally my lover, as she writhed in pleasure on my still pumping cock. My cock swelling her belly and the egg, filling her with what she so craved.

I collapsed on top of her, thoughtless, breathless, spent. She held me bound tight in arms and legs, kissing my face almost frantically.

End Part 4

Chapter 5: A confession, a lesson and a good soaking.



The Need for Seed Ch. 05



Author's note: This is part 5 of an ongoing story. All characters involved in sexual activities are over the age of 18 and fictional creations of the author. Enjoy.

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Eventually, I caught my breath and found my sanity. Usually I was enjoyably aware of every last tremble of my partner's orgasm, but our mutual climax had rendered me temporarily senseless. My sister's lips found mine for gentle kisses. She rubbed her nose along mine, reminded me of my nose against her daughter's so recently.

"Come on. Let's soak in the tub, lover."

I let her roll me off of her, my softened cock slipping wetly onto her thigh. We held hands as we stepped into the warm water, naked. I settled on the long built in seat, pulling Meghan close against me, letting the swirling waters buoy and massage over us in silent bliss.

"What's on your mind, little brother?" She broke the silence after a minute or two.

"Is it that obvious?"

"To me it is. But you're my brother and my lover and I adore everything about you."

"Well, there's something you need know."

"Let me guess. You are trying to figure out how you, Niecey and I can all live together happily, with no one being the wiser while you still get all the incredible hot sex you so desperately crave from your sexy, eye candy relative."

"Ah, much closer than I thought you'd be. I have been getting some pretty hot relative sex lately, after a four year drought."

"Really? Just pretty hot? How curious, it's been four years for me too. And to think, we both ended our drought tonight." She was smiling broadly at me.

"Um. Meg? That's the thing. My drought ended yesterday. I..." 

Incredibly, my sister broke out laughing. I stopped my confession, confused, desperately not wanting Niecey to come between our newfound closeness, but not at all willing to give up what I had just discovered with my niece.

"My silly younger brother. You should know my daughter doesn't keep secrets from the coolest mom in town. Denise! Come out, sweetie."

Gears spun between my ears, but nothing gained traction. Not even when my young niece stepped out of the shadows after I heard the creaking sounds of a body pushing itself out of a lounge chair. A white robe wrapped around her. She stopped just short of the spa.

Young hands paused, hovering over the belt holding the robe closed. "May I join you?"

Meghan eased herself next to me, snuggling close on the spa bench, stroking my chest, then lower, with one hand under the water. She chose the far side of me, away from Niecey, leaving room for her daughter. "Well?"

Apparently, the question was mine to answer. I looked first at Meghan, gazing at me with love and anticipation. Then up at her daughter, hands poised, her posture ready to run, clearly more uncomfortable the longer she had to wait.

"Please, Niecey, join us." I beckoned to the steps with a sweep of my free hand.

I had expected a bathing suit under the robe but there was nothing but niece after she loosened the belt and slowly pulled the lapels apart. I saw her bare chest, her crinkled hard nipples, so different from her mom's, that I had sucked and teased so recently.

When the robe slipped down off her arms to the pool deck she stood still for a moment. Her complete nudity made the thick-framed glasses stand out. I felt Meghan's nails dig into my chest as we both stared at the beautiful naked nymph, watched her look around her in the dim light. Bringing a small table near the edge of the tub, she placed one hand on the stainless steel handrail before placing her glasses unfolded on the table with the other. 

Niecey slid the hand down the railing as she entered the hot water. As always, the absence of glasses made her nervous, anxious and younger. Without hesitation, she lowered herself into the bubbles and curled up against me, opposite her sexy mom.

My sister softly kissed my shoulder. "So, I hear you fucked my daughter last night, Michael. I hear you came inside your niece's little pussy after you made her cum so many times. You didn't even offer to let her taste it."

A hand wrapped around my thickening shaft, began jacking the skin under the swirling bubbles. I had no words to say.

"She came home from your house this morning, from your bed as I found out, crying." I must have looked shocked at that because Meghan held up a hand to silence me while she continued.

"My poor sweet little girl was crying because she felt society was trying to keep her from the man she loved, and might hurt him, and no one else could ever replace him." 

I looked at Niecey, who had her eyes down, being shy, even if her hand continued its slow steady pumping. Meghan continued.

"I'll admit to being surprised at her mention of a man, but I was more surprised when she told me who this wonderful guy was. I had to agree with her: society would have issues with their relationship, and no one else could possibly replace the best man in the whole wide world."

I felt like I was going to cry. Niecey in anguish and tears over me. My voice was tight. "You called me the best man in the world?"

"What? No. I was talking about the guy Denise has fallen for. He seems really nice."

"Mom!"

Their combined laughter was music. Meghan's eyes met mine. "Michael, I did and you are. It's taken me way too long to tell you that."

Her eyes stayed on mine, intense. My lips found my sister's and we kissed, softly and deeply.

Meg continued. "But I wonder about parts of her story. Could you really make your innocent niece cum so many times?"

I second hand found me underwater, circled the head. When they met, both stopped.

Niecey giggled and the jacking renewed on my shaft. "Beat ya to it, Mom."

The other hand retreated, nails scratching lightly through my chest hair, one sending a charge through me as it dragged over my nipple. 

Niecey continued. "I think I saw your talented brother make you cum more than once, Mom."

My sister nuzzled against my shoulder. "True that. I don't do that very often. My little bro is pretty talented."

I was getting over my shock. "Your daughter is sure a fast learner, Meg."

"So I'm finding out. But you didn't answer my question."

I answered my own way. "Niecey, come here and kiss your uncle."

The hand stayed on my cock as my niece half-floated until she could bring her lips to mine. I stroked her naked flank under the water, beginning where her small breast faded into her side, tracing the swelling of one hip, continuing down along one wonderful leg. I felt Meghan's eyes fixed on us.

Our lips met. The young girl's were slightly parted, soft and tender. A mother's claws dug deeper into my chest as a daughter's tongue found mine. My hand found a cheek of her full young ass and pulled her closer. My other hand grabbed my sister's hard thigh next to mine.

Tension was already clear under my hand on Niecey. Such a good girl. I kissed her harder. My hand left her bottom, slipped between her legs as the water buoyed her near me. I felt the slightest of quakes begin. One finger tip, ever so lightly, teased along a smooth lower lip. The young girl groaned, her lips pressed to mine. Meghan shifted closer against my side, my hand tight on her thigh.

The finger stroked again. The groan into my mouth increased, sounding more desperate. It was time for Mommy to see what a talented girl she had.

"Denise?" My lips brushed hers as I spoke.

The answering voice was strained. Her hips rocked, shaking. "Yes, Uncle Michael?"

"Are you a good girl?"

"If I have to be." Her lips brushed mine on their way into a smile.

"Do you want to be?" Sterner.

"For you." It was a whisper. "Yes. I want to be a good girl."

Hidden from view, one of my sister's nails again found my nipple and repeated a soft scraping. Lower, her daughter's hand was still on my cock, forgotten.

"I know you remember your promise."

She shivered. Too close to focus, I could still see her eyes flash toward her mother. My lips nipped at the corner of her upper one, barely touching it with my tongue. She nibbled back. Her breath had that quick shallow rhythm I'd felt last night, near to frantic, close to panic.

She pushed back toward my finger. Two strokes demanded a third. I denied her. My hand was on her, close, but my finger stayed off her smooth tender flesh.

"Do you want to cum?"

"God, yes. Please, touch me and make me cum." On the opposite side, slimmer inked hips began small motions as they twisted toward me. I flicked the finger this time. The same path traveled a third time, but twice as fast and unexpected.

"Aiii! Yes!" Her torso was tense, squirming in the water.

"Okay. I touched you."

"That doesn't count!"

"You want me to touch you again? You want me to touch you until I make you cum, is that it?"

Another quick glance toward her mom. I wondered how much she could see with her glasses safe on the table, out of reach. I continued, leading her on.

"No. Let's do it the other way around. Look at me."

She looked lost and confused. It was so cute. Especially with the glasses now gone.

"As soon as you start to cum, I'm going to touch you. Understand?"

The tension cranking suddenly tighter in her belly was clear on her face. I couldn't tell if she nodded slightly in comprehension, or if an unconscious shudder passed through her then.

"Once you start, I'm going to touch you and I'm going to keep touching you until you stop. Now, Niecey. Cum for me. Show us what a good girl you are and cum. Cum hard."

The first hard wave wracked through her body immediately as she cried out. True to my word, my fingers found her as soon as her release began, before I finished speaking. As I told her to show us how good she was, they slipped inside her. At "cum hard" they pushed deep between spasming walls trying to squeeze them back out.

Her hand lost my cock, grabbing at my body as she twitched, shaking weightless above me. Meghan was pressed to my side, grinding into my hip. Her hand left me to stroke the torsioned back of her daughter, lost in her release.

"Good girl." Her voice echoed my words. My thumb began slow circles over Niecey's swollen button, my fingers still inside her. Her back arched as the next wave crested.

"Good girl." Meghan's feminine and maternal encouragement mirrored my words and redoubled my own arousal. My thumb sped up as I added my voice to hers.

"That's it. Keep cumming. I'm not going to stop touching you."

The way water suspends the human body is a wonderful thing. It seemed natural for us to gradually maneuver the young shaking, climaxing body between the two of us touching her. It took no effort to float her over me, my hand moving in and on her center, turning her so Meghan's strong lean inked arms could snake around her daughter from behind.

My sister held Denise, lips close to the young girl's ear, as she continued shaking, clenching hard on my intruding fingers. Once more I heard Meghan whisper, "Good girl."

I slowed my ministrations as I sensed her tensions finally ease. She moaned softly as she felt the fingers leave her finally relaxed form. Gripping her hip, I turned my niece toward me before reaching further to pull my sister close. We sandwiched the young, dazed girl between us.

I kissed Niecey's forehead as Meghan kissed her between the shoulder blades, snuggled close behind her.

"Sexy sister, your daughter doesn't lie. She really can cum like that."

"So I see, sexy brother. So I see. I always knew my girl was special."

"Mom!"

A hand snaked between Niecey's belly and my own. It found my cock.

"Is that a hard-on you're pushing up against my daughter?"

"You know it is."

"Let me see it."

"Again?"

"Yes, again. Were making up for lost time, remember. I need to taste you some more."

"Niecey, do you hear your mother? Did you know she was such a cumslut?"

My niece chuckled. "Yeah, I suspected it. Just look at the way she dresses. And all those trailer trash tats."

"Hey! Respect your elders, daughter o' mine." Meghan snuggled closer behind her girl.

"But I got to say, for being old as dirt, she looked damn good sucking your cock earlier."

My sister and I responded simultaneously.

"How long were you watching!?" I blurted out.

"Old as dirt!?" Protested Meghan. Answering me, she continued, smiling at me over her daughter's shoulder. "She was out here before we got in the tub, silly brother."

Niecey's eyes twinkled up at me.

"You saw everything?"

"Not everything. There was some stuff going on I'm curious about, and a few things that will need a closer look. But yeah, I saw a plenty, though I wanted to hear more of what you two were saying to each other."

My head was swimming as she spoke. I had wanted to train this sexy young girl, to introduce her to many of the ways she could give and receive pleasure, and had unwittingly shown her more than I intended. Meghan's hand was pumping slowly on me, jacking in the snug space between her daughter's belly and mine.

"I saw my favorite uncle do some very naughty things with his sister, who just happens to be the Net's favorite new Alt MILF model. I saw her choke on his beautiful cock and I saw him choke her out. That was fucking amazing.

"I think I saw him stick his tongue up her ass. I'm pretty sure I heard my mom beg for her bother's seed in her belly and I know I saw the two people I love most in the world making love to each other. It made me very jealous and extremely horny."

By the time she stopped my heart was pounding. More than knowing she watched us, hearing what details stuck with her was like the rush of a drug in my blood, a roar in my ears and in my brain.

"Mom?"

"Yes, my little spy?"

"Will you show me how to suck his cock like you did?"

I didn't wait for Meghan to answer her daughter. As soon as my niece asked her mother to teach her to suck my cock I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the tub, my feet hanging into the water. After all, my sister had already requested to see my cock again. My two wonderful loves both turned and kneeled facing me, all eyes on my cock standing straight and tall before them.

"Niecey, go put your glasses on. I don't want you to miss anything your mother shows you."

Denise did as she was told. I watched her young naked body, dripping water, climb the short steps out of the tub as my sister's hand wrapped again around my shaft. Niecey stood in profile, the outline of her small breast peaked by one wonderful crinkled nipple clearly visible. Her mother's hand began a slow pumping as my eyes drank in the young short-haired beauty.

Niecey eased herself down the stairs, one hand on the rail, both eyes on me. In nothing but thick-framed glasses, she seemed more confident again. Her measured steps back into the water had an animal presence that had been absent when her glasses were still on the table.

I was in heaven. Lingering guilt concerning both these beautiful women had vanished, the last vestiges washed away by seeing the accepting love between mother and daughter, sister and niece. Electricity not purely physical flowed freely between the base of my cock Meghan stroked and the lizard brain roaring at the sky that these beauties were mine and I was king of the world.

The feeling only intensified when Niecey completed her journey, once again kneeling before me, bright eyes looking up at her aroused uncle over her nerdy glasses, then lowering to watch her mother's hand pumping his rigid cock. My cock. Under Meghan's talented ministrations an almost entirely clear drop of viscous fluid was growing, magnifying and distorting the slightly open slit at the very tip.

My sister moaned at the sight, altering her motion to milk more from me, as her body contracted around a tightening core.

"Do you see that, sweetie?" My sister's voice was low, filled with only somewhat mock-awe. "That is the world's most precious fluid. This drop is yours. Taste it."

Niecey's eyes flicked up to mine over her glasses, then back to the object of her lesson. She brought her mouth near the head. I watched her tongue reach out and gather the thick drop, slowly carrying it back into her mouth.

Her uncle and mother watched her savor the taste, her tongue moving behind sealed lips before she swallowed. Without a word, she sealed her lips around the now closed slit and lightly sucked. As we watched Niecey's cheeks draw in, seeking more of my precum, Meghan resumed the slow deep pumps intending to bring more tastes to the eager young mouth.

"Do you like that, baby girl?" My sister sounded so sexy, encouraging her. "First Uncle Michael pumps his seed into your belly and now you're swallowing more? Go ahead, baby. I know you want to. Suck your uncle's wonderful cock."

She did. Niecey's lips wrapped around my head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bulb now inside her mouth. Then she pushed more in. Her mother gripped near the base of my shaft and held it there as the tomboy, ridiculously sexy in her glasses and nothing else, began to bob on the top half of my cock.

With her mouth stopped by Meghan's hand, Niecey was free to fuck my cock in and out of her mouth without danger of taking too much in and gagging. She had no particular skill yet, but the sight was enough to overweigh any lack of experience. 

"My turn." Meghan said it in a happy, almost sing-song way. Niecey ignored her, continuing to bob on me, her steady determined rhythm causing my balls to again begin to tighten close under me.

"Hey! My turn." My sister's voice was sharper, but got the same lack of response. I saw Meghan's face harden. The hand not gripping me stroked up her daughter's back to the base of her neck. Looking down at them, I watched the fingers secure a solid grasp around Niecey's sexy bare neck where it transitioned into the base of her skull.

Meghan's hand rode up and down with her daughter's head twice. The second trip down on me, I saw the her hand tense before she pushed Niecey's mouth down harder, releasing her own hand around the base to make room.

I felt the immediate reflex of the young throat as my cockhead pushed part way in. A wet spray coughed out between her lips and my shaft before Meghan dragged Niecey's mouth off of me, a fistful of hair from near the top of her head in my sister's fist. A long shiny string stretched between my cock and a gasping mouth as the young girl was jerked upright and sat on her heels.

Even with Niecey's wide eyes, glasses almost falling off her nose, and gasping swollen lips, my eyes were still distracted by four beautiful breasts bouncing above the spa waters. Wet gold rings glinted bright on my sister's picture perfect pair, while her hand tugging back on her daughter's hair forced the smaller younger tits out on display. Sweet little titties capped with crinkled hard nipples I knew to be so sensitive to touch and taste.

Meghan's spoke through gritted teeth. "Mommy will share, and you should always do what your uncle tells you, but remember: his cum is mine. When I say it's my turn, don't get in my way. Okay?"

Niecey, eyes almost bulging, nodded the small amount she could with her hair held so tight. Releasing it's tense grip, Meghan's hand was gentle on her daughter's cheek. "Such a very good girl."

After that her attention was entirely on my cock and what she could suck out of it. No hand stopping her, Meghan shoved herself down on me. She coughed twice and made a wonderful wet choking sound as she forced my cock into her throat. Muscles flexed along her back as she fought her body's urge to pull back.

I saw Niecey watching her mother, wiping at the corners of her own teary eyes with the back of her hand. Meghan choked loudly again, coughing around me, but continuing to push her mouth down. Niecey mouth was wide at the sight and sounds.

"Niecey, I need your kisses." What man doesn't want to kiss a beautiful girl while another kisses his other head?




The Need for Seed Ch. 05



My sister groaned. I stroked her head as her daughter stood on the spa seat, water running down her body. Niecey leaned in and kissed me deep and hard, her hands behind my neck. I saw the frames of her glasses too close to focus between her eyes and mine. My balls began to pull up tight. 

My fist tightened in Meghan's hair. She pushed back against my hand with a gag after my head slipped the last bit into her throat. I held her down on me, keeping myself deep. Niecey's tongue and lips grew more frantic as the sounds her mother made mirrored the ones she had forced out of her daughter moments ago.

With small motions of my hips I fucked my sister's throat, my fist in her hair holding her head and mouth in place. Her daughter's tongue and lips devoured mine as wet sounds marked each thrust into her.

When I released Meghan's hair she kept my cock deep, her head shoved down into my lap. Wet breaths dragged in through her nose. My sister finally sat back up with a huge gasping inhale. Her hand replaced her mouth on me, fingers wrapped around my shaft. 

I pulled Niecey back from me enough to focus on her. "Do you want to suck me some more?"

The young girl's beautiful eyes brightened for an instant before her forehead creased in sudden worry. Eyes flicked to her mom, who had almost violently ended her last attempt, and back to mine. I smiled.

"It's okay, Niecey. Your mother won't stop you this time. Will you, my greedy gorgeous girl?"

Meghan grinned up at me, her hand slowly pumping, keeping a steady pressure of stimulation running from my cock through my tight balls, while her daughter dropped back down beside her in front of me. "Not if you tell me not too. But.."

My sister's eyes dropped. She rarely looked shy or uncertain like that and I found it very attractive.

"But what?" I prompted her.

"Can I have...It felt so good when you filled my egg with your seed." She stroked her belly as though there was a fertilized egg developing inside now. "Please fill it again, Michael."

"Can we clear something up? You do know I had a vasectomy, right? I would never have cum inside my unprotected niece's cunt -" I emphasized the word with a smile "- otherwise."

The two looked at each other before laughing at me. My sister answered.

"Did I meet you at the door with a hatchet in my hand? No. Any guy shootin' live ammo in my little girl woulda gotten a greeting from Lizzie B."

Meghan let that sink in. "Yes, bro. We know. The idea of you knocking me up is sexy as hell at a twisted, gut, animal level, but I have no desire for any more real life babies, yours or otherwise."

"Hey!" Her lone offspring protested.

"...since I won the lottery on the first try."

"Ah, Mom." Niecey rested her cheek on her mom's shoulder before looking up at me.

"She's right, Uncle Mike. I don't want to get pregnant ever. Eww." We laughed at her teenish shiver of revulsion. "But the fantasy of it, that's different. The first time, bent over your - our - bed, I thought of Mom's new egg. Can I tell him?"

Daughter looked at mother. Meghan nodded. I thought she blushed.

"You had my arms behind me, fucking me kinda hard, like a man possessed, and I thought of what Mom had told me about the egg. How it was positioned so a man's cock would fill it, fertilizing her life, their essence becoming one. Not any man; one very special man. She said it better, almost poetry."

Niecey glanced at her mom before giving me a very serious stare over her glasses. "Your sister is crazy in love with you. And I don't blame her."

I looked at my sister. Meghan's eyes glowed, fixed on mine. Niecey continued, but while I still heard and understood her words, they seemed to fade into the distance, her mother's face and eyes confirming more than words could.

"I mean, you are a sexy, special man and the thought of being your woman makes my soul wet. I woke up in the middle of the night last night, next to you; it felt like home. I couldn't see you in the dark, but I immediately knew where I was in and who was holding me. I could smell you. I could could hear your soft exhales. Then you woke me up in the morning, cumming as you pushed into me. Jesus!

"But I'll never be your woman like she is. You could never be my man like you are hers. Some day I'll find mine, but I'd like to keep fucking and sucking and learning with you until he shows."

Even with the distraction of the love of my life, my sister, glowing up at me, my niece had delivered quite a speech. I tore my gaze from my sister's long enough to smile at Niecey. "You worked a little poetry in there yourself."

Seeing the two of them, one at each knee, both so different and so gorgeous, I couldn't help wondering at the new realities confronting me. "Niecey, thank you for saying that. It's true, your mother is - to use a cliche - my soul mate. I can't describe the burden that had been lifted from me tonight."

I don't know when Meghan's hand had stopped moving on me or when her tears had started, but when I saw them streaming down both cheeks from eyes brimming with love for me I had to have her. I don't entirely know why, but a beautiful woman's tears turns me on. Not her pain, but her crying. Ideally emotional tears, but it doesn't matter if the emotion is sadness or frustration or laughter or joy. At times it had been another source of guilt and shame. Not now.

I took both my sister's hands in mine as I stood, my cock standing straight and proud. Helping Meghan out of the spa, enjoying the glint of the water streaming down her, I turned back to Niecey. "Sorry, sweetie. Change of plans. You're welcome to watch, but we'll have to take a raincheck on your next oral exam. This lesson is called "How to make love to your soul mate."

Without a word, my sister wrapped her wet naked arms around my neck and kissed me. Her wonderful body molded to mine, nothing between us. Not clothes, not shame, not society, not doubt. My own tears let loose, a shuddering release running down my spine.

"Meghan. Sweetheart. I love you so much." The words came out between short gaps between our lips and tongues. Our tears now blended, her cheeks and mine both smeared with our combined salty streaks of torment ended, of paradise found.

I tasted the underside of her tongue against mine, sucked her breaths into my own lungs before returning our shared oxygen. My hard cock pressed against the egg on her belly, eager and craving to reenter its new sacred sanctuary.

I have never experienced a kiss like that. Four years ago, we had kissed hungry anguished kisses full of lust so strong it forced aside shame and guilt, at least for moment. Earlier tonight, I had kissed my sister Meghan with that lust unbound by false blames. It had been full of acceptance of the lust, the love and the trust between us. But their was still doubt nagging behind that kiss, of what the future might bring.

Now we were joined together in bliss. No blame, no doubts, no anything but the timeless melding of two into one. Years of furtive longing and self recrimination, aching incompleteness, gone. Not a worry or thought beyond us or now. Meghan loved me as I loved her, completely and utterly. Nothing else mattered.

How long it lasted, I don't know. Certainly long enough for a certain teenaged niece and daughter to get bored. She cleared her throat with a stage cough.

"Foreplay is great and all, love birds, but how about some action?"

My strong, tough sister blushed, clear even in this low light. Her turn to face Niecey freed my cock to spring out from between our bellies.

"Foreplay? We were..." Meghan's voice dropped off. Her attention was on my cock. At least half the head was shining wet, smeared with the precum I'd leaked between us. A milky drop of her precious elixir swelled at the tip as I my groin gave a single pump, stimulated by the sudden focus of attention.

My sister bent at the waist, slipping the head into her mouth, her hands grabbing my hips. She sucked at me, slurping with her tongue to capture it all. 

Her toned and decorated back made a marvelous hourglass as I looked down. Her cheeks formed the top of a Valentine's heart before tapering to her tight waist. With her arms holding my hips as she savored my precum, her back V-ed strongly outward from waist to shoulder, showcasing her lean muscles.

Between and over her shoulder blades was a tattoo. Wings. Not big wings that covered the back, though any wings on a back suggest those. These wings had not been drawn symmetrically, as the body that connected them was contorted. The body of an angel.

I'd been aware of an angel tattoo on her back, but other things had been more important when the red dress had come off. I'd caught glimpses before, but never looked closely.

The wings were what caught the eye, depicted as though making a swooping turn in flight. The lines of the angel himself were less boldly inked, but definitely a male, naked, with a single edged sword above his head poised for either a downward blow or a quick parry. I recognized him: Michael, the Archangel.

Meghan stood then, eyes smiling and closed lips showing her tongue running under them. I saw a shining patch of wetness spread over the egg on her belly, where we had caught the leaky head between us.

"You missed some." She looked down, following my eyes. I caught her wrist when she reached for it.

I crouched, bending my knees and slowly licked then sucked the small amount of my own precum slicked over her belly, her egg, lavishing attention on the holy area over her womb before standing and kissing her deeply, giving her what I'd gathered for her. She sucked at my tongue and lips.

"Okay. That was hot." Neither of us looked at Niecey this time, locked once more in our kisses.

I scooped my naked sister up in my arms, cradling one arm under her knees, and carried her to the weatherproof sectional. With the squarish 'chair' section pushed against the couch and ottoman pieces, it formed a firm padded bed. I lowered us both onto the bed.

Kneeling above her, I pulled one pierced nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my tongue and upper lip. My one knee between her legs felt her hips push against me as I continued to flick, suck and tug her tender breast, encouraged by her motion and her sounds.

When I sat back up to look at her, releasing her nipple with a pop, her groan changed. Again she was staring at the tip of my cock. I shook my head.

"You've got a one track mind, hungry girl." I caught the shiny drop, clear with a milky center showing like a tiny glass marble, on my thumb and pushed it into her mouth and onto her tongue.

"Mmmm." She held my hand with both hers, continuing to suck my thumb, her tongue swirling behind sealed lips over the multitude of nerve endings on my pad.

Retrieving my thumb, I teased her second nipple and breast. Meghan got another drop, feeding her addiction. When I sat up to gather that taste for her, I saw Niecey had left the tub and was seated on one corner of the sectional, watching.

She shrugged. "You're butt was blocking the view."

I pumped my hand up from the base of my shaft, gathered a milkier dribble on two fingers as the two women watched. Meghan got a bigger taste, slurping at my fingers as I pushed her leg wider and moved between her thighs.

I kept my eyes on my sister's as I slid further down between her legs, but I was was aware of Niecey beside her mother, watching open mouthed. I kissed my way down the egg. After giving her so many tastes of my juices I again got to savor hers. I struggled but kept myself from going crazy on my sister's sacred opening.

I forced myself to lick slow and long, tracing her outer boundaries before lapping deeply at her center. I sucked soft silk lips and between them before my first nuzzles around her hooded, most tender nexus. I was lost in her murmurs, her slow writhing motions, her flavors and swellings.

When I finally pushed myself up to look at her, Meghan was panting, her firm breasts shuddering with each breath. Niecey's hand moved between her bare soft thighs. My own breaths were at least as rapid and ragged as my sister's. I sat up between her legs. 

My cock pointed out, suspended directly over her belly and her egg. We all watched a thick drop, not clear at all, push out from the slit and start the slow slide down the seam on the under side of my swollen head. I spoke without thinking.

"Niecey. Taste it."

While her mother gasped, my niece did not hesitate. Without a trace of awkwardness she slid down onto her side, her cheek resting on Meghan's tattooed belly as she wrapped her lips over my bulb. Her tongue, her sucking and licking, were soft and gentle. I saw her swallow, my head inside her lips.

"Oh my god!" I was surprised words came out. A roaring filled my ears.Tearing my eyes from my niece nursing more precum from me, I saw my sister's loving smile and bright eyes. She mouthed words to me in silence. "I love you, Michael."

I groaned. Niecey had slid her cheek further down the egg swallowing more of my shaft. Her tongue ran along the sensitive ridge inside her mouth as my balls went tight.

Meghan saw the point of no return on my face. I felt my eyes bulge as my back arched. Mother's hands pulled daughter's head back off of my cock.

"Inside me, in my egg, please!" Her voice was a low growled demand. 

"Nooo." Niecey whined as the first pulse radiated up from my behind my balls. I grabbed my cock as it left her lips, shoving it down to where her mother's wetter ones waited while my hips thrust in. Animal instinct made that an action requiring little thought. 

I exploded inside my sister on that first thrust, groaning. What I was experiencing was outside my wildest fantasies. My body clenched as I pumped into her, filling her egg, emptying myself.

"Yesss. Fill me with your seed. Pump me full, Michael. Fuck!" I felt her contract around me as she came. Hands grabbed her daughter's hair as her back arched up. I pushed my pumping cock into each squeeze of pulsing walls.

A younger voice joined her, filled with wonder. "I can feel it. I can feel you inside her."

Niecey's cheek, held tight to Meghan's belly, was getting a nudge from my cock with each push. Knowing how easy it was to drive her over the limit, I slipped my hand between her thighs, where she had been touching herself moments ago.

She was wet and open as my fingers found her. Two slid inside. I looked down at her as my thumb circled over her swollen button. A thick whitish stripe ran from the corner of her mouth to near her ear, my first rope of cum tracing over cheek and hair. One thick glob clung to the plastic arm of her glasses. I felt her hips push onto my hand, saw Meghan's fingers grasping at the short hair.

I increased the thumb's circles, felt Niecey's tension rise. With my free hand I wiped the rope of cum from her hair, over her cheek, leaving a small collection at the corner of her sweet young mouth.

With two fingers I pushed it between her lips. "Taste it, Niecey."

With two other fingers I massaged tight wrinkled spongy flesh inside her. With a thumb I flicked hard left, right, left. "Cum, Niecey. Cum with us."

Of course she did. She came and came hard, pushing both pairs of fingers deeper, sucking one set while squeezing down on the other. An instant after the first squeeze, along with the second, a stream of warm fluid sprayed out around my hand. Meghan held her daughter's head close against her own belly, a look of amazement on her face.

Niecey had almost ceased shaking when I collapsed beside them. One snuggled against each side of me, one of my arms pulling Meghan close, my niece hugging the other. We held each other in silence.

Finally, my sister groaned. "I can't sleep here."

She stretched her neck enough to kiss my cheek. "Brother, would you sleep in my bed tonight."

"Hmmm. Our bed?"

"Yes. Our bed."

"I'd love to." I kissed her back, turning enough to find her lips.

"Hey! I think I'm getting gypped." Niecey was grinning. "Just kidding. You two should have your first night alone together. I'm sleeping right here."

She pulled the blanket hanging over the back of the couch onto herself and rolled into it. "Goodnight."

Meghan laughed and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

She rolled onto her feet and offered me a hand up. 

"Don't I get a kiss at least?" The girl had a strong sense of fairness. When I leaned close she turned. Her tongue found mine before she whispered. "Thanks for the taste, Uncle Mike. You know I want more now."

I allowed Meghan to help me upright. Arms around each other's waists, we walked toward the house and our bed.

Chapter 6: In the morning.

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The Need for Seed Ch. 06



Author's note: All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 and copyrighted fictional creations of the author.

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When I realized the ceiling was a faint red I accepted the fact that I was not asleep. Dawn was close enough to see my sister sleeping beside me. 

We had fallen asleep in a tangle after leaving Niecey by the spa. Sometime much later Meghan's mouth awoke me in the pitch dark before she climbed on top. By feel, I had rolled her under me and we fucked each other hard, her hands everywhere, lips frenzied on me. When I pulled her back on top of me she rode me unseen until I came up into her.

Remembering with a pleasant twinge in my groin, I snuggled up close behind her, sliding a hand up her belly to cup one breast.

"Mmmmuhhhnn." A moan became an uncomfortable groan as her hips started to wiggle back at me.

"Ooh. Baby. I'm sore. Go give my baby girl a lesson, stud. I need to sleep."

My sister looked splendid, the sheet draped over her legs and hips, her upper body exposed. The shoulder nearest me was the Frazetta-esque Polynesian paldron. 

MegN, Meghan's professional alter-ego, had designed the tattoo, of course. She had slimmed and refined a tribal men's shoulder armor tattoo to fit her toned lean form, adding realistic almost steam punk shading and detail to curving plates that appeared to be ready to slide over one another, moving smoothly with her body.

Imagine tribal-decorated armor running along the back of a fierce war mastiff accompanying a battle-hardened warrior in some bleak fantasy world. Take the wardog's armor, and have the finest smith in the land craft an exquisitely styled version, the apogee of both barbaric beauty and combat function and custom fit it for the fighting Crown Princess' pet cheetah or panther.

If a well-done but typical man's tribal shoulder armor was comparable to that mastiff's fantasy armor, I was in bed with the Crown Princess's pussy. I kissed the shoulder through the ink and slipped from under the sheet.

The air was a perfect temperature as I padded naked over the back deck toward the spa and a sleeping Niecey. The near-sunup light had brightened to a pinker glow. 

My cock bounced with each step. Not hard, but it had filled and thickened between waking up next to my beautiful sister at last and her suggesting I 'give a lesson' to her daughter this morning. Rarely had a teacher had a more perfect student.

My pupil now curled under a thin blanket, palms together under her head, her back to me. She had her glasses on. As soon as I leaned one knee on the firm cushion of the sectional bed Niecey rolled to face me. 

"It's about time, Uncle Mike."

Rolling left her on her back on top of the blanket. She was naked, smiling and wide awake. "Do you have any idea how horny I am? I watched my new lover, my only real lover, do my mom over and over again, and he only put his fingers in my little shaved...cunt."

Her arms had come up, calling me down onto her as she began. Her legs were apart and I was climbing between them as she finished. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and Theresa of the blanket over top of us.

The thin blanket let in a dim reddish glow, enough to see my niece's smile and the flash of bright eyes behind her thick frames. I was completely hard and the very base of my shaft pressed against her slick, smooth opening. I shouldn't have been surprised to find her so wet. I was yet to find her otherwise, and I had never found someone who could cum so easily, and often.

Her hips lifted up, pushing herself against me. "I was touching myself, thinking about last night, when I heard you open the door. It felt so naughty, waiting for my mom's new lover to slip outside and fuck me. To give me his seed too, while she sleeps in."

Her hips pushed up again. "Fuck me, Uncle Michael."

"Oh. Yeah." She breathed the words as I slowly slid into her. We kissed as I eased back and then a little further in. She was wet and eager but still young and inexperienced.

"That feels good inside me. So big." Her voice had an odd lilt, like a slight accent. "I hoped you'd sneak down to my room once she was asleep. Uhhh!"

The last sound punctuated my cock finally opening her up to its full length, quickly pulling back before refilling the space it had created. She had definitely adopted a new voice, a role. I wondered where this would go, but I liked it already.

"I felt your hard cock under me when you spanked me. I knew you wanted me."

"Of course I wanted you." I kept my voice a low growl. "Such a dirty girl, cumming from just a spanking. And cumming so hard."

"I am a dirty girl. You don't know how dirty." Her breaths came harder as my hips worked my cock in and out of her, pressing her down into the cushion. "I snuck down. And watched. You two. Last night."

I pushed all the way into my niece and stayed there, lifting myself up on my hands to look down at her. I pulled the blanket away, rupturing our private little cocoon, exposing us to the morning glow.

I unwrapped her legs from my waist and held them wide. My hips began to move again. "Tell me more, dirty girl."

She didn't speak at once. She looked so sexy below me, short-cropped dark hair, glasses now on the end of her nose, small breasts fallen back against her by gravity, as though in a conspiracy to accentuate those dark crinkled nipples, like tiny dormant volcanoes rising out of the primordial plain. Though this plain was twin soft palmfuls of tender breast.

"I saw you do things to my mommy. You pushed her down and made her choke. You licked her butt and made her scream. You made her beg you to cum inside her."

It wasn't exactly the way I remembered it, but close enough. "And it turned you on, naughty girl, watching? Hoping I'd do them to you?"

"Yes. Some of them." She drew in a deeper gulp of air. A familiar tightening was beginning, low in my gut. "But there's something else..."

"Tell me." She hesitated, dropping her eyes. I couldn't tell if this was part of the role or if she was really embarrassed. I brought her legs together in front of me, taking both ankles in one hand.

I continued to push in and out of her as I stroked her soft belly with my other hand. I slid it down over smooth shaved skin until my thumb found her familiar raised hood and the tender button beneath. Her eyes widened as they found mine again.

I held my finger there without moving it. "Tell me."

"It wasn't something I saw." When she started to speak my thumb began slippery circles, truly more ovals, back and forth over the tender spot. "Mmmm.

"It was something...very naughty I thought about when I woke up this morning. When I thought about you sneaking down to me."

My motions were getting less controlled now, more animal, as her lilty almost lispy voice drew me in.

"If you married my mommy, you'd be my daddy." I groaned. Her belly twisted tighter under my palm. My thumb began to stroke upward over her hood, exposing and caressing its occupant. When she continued her voice was constricted, more forced. The lilt was almost gone.

"Not sure why, but thinking about my handsome new daddy sneaking down here to fuck me made me really wet." Her eyes dropped again, as her front teeth bit down into her lower lip. I wasn't unsure if she was still in her role. "I leaked a little bit."

It was hard to speak but I rasped out, "Just a little bit, naughty girl?"

She squirmed under my thrusts and my touch but kept her eyes down. I think I saw teeth bite deeper into her soft lip.

"No. I leaked a lot." Her eyes came up. "I came."

I groaned. From the pulsing twitch I felt I would wager a sizable dollop of precum was now being pushed deeper into her with each thrust.

"Do you want to cum again?" 

"I want your cum, inside me." She suddenly looked so serious, determined. My hand left her belly to grab an ankle. I held her wonderful legs wide and fucked her. "Fill me with your seed. Daddy."

"Daddy" was the last decipherable word spoken for several minutes. I thrust with a groan and exploded inside her, pumping again and again as her own climax took over. She clenched around me with each pump, squeezing my cum deeper into herself. 

When my weight dropped back onto her, arms and legs and blanket again wrapped me in our dim cocoon. Niecey covered my face with kisses, making soft satisfied noises not far from purring.

One kiss, on the side of my neck, ended with a soft tongue gliding up and under my jaw. My skin vibrated as her lips spoke against me, almost soundless. "Such a naughty Daddy, cumming inside his little girl."

I chuckled. "A very naughty Daddy indeed, and a dirty little girl begging for his seed."

Her hips pushed against me. "Mmm. And I got it. Your seed is in my belly now, Daddy."

"Your daddy has some other places he'd like to put his seed."

She gasped, fully back in role. "There are other places? Like Mommy's mouth? I only got a little taste in mine."

My cock twitched. This girl was unbelievably sexy. I pressed my teeth against her neck, let my tongue slide over her skin between my open jaws. She moaned and squirmed against me.

"Yes, baby girl. Like your mouth and throat. And other places too."

"Ooo, really? Will you show me, Daddy? Please?"

I pushed myself up again, throwing the blanket off. Her eyes were bright with mischief and desire. Could this possibly be her first time playing a role like this?

"All in good time, little girl." I moved off of her to sit at the edge of the sectional. Slipping one arm under her legs and the other under her shoulders, I pulled her onto my lap before standing, cradling her. I carried her to the spa.

Carefully since I couldn't use the rail, I walked us down the stairs until she was floating in the warm water, still in my arms. We kissed, soft lips and tongues without the frantic intensity of before.

My feet stayed on the bottom as I crouched, half-floating in the center of the tub. Both my arms stayed under and around Niecey, allowing the water, warmer than skin but not hot, the way Meghan insisted, to support her body. My hands and arms brushed her skin, caressing, nudging her close to me, her body nearly straight, suspended below the surface. Only her face and glasses, her breasts along with a small island of soft surrounding skin, and her toes showed above the water.

"Daddy." It was a whisper. She wanted to play some more. I heard the accent again. "I'm glad it's your turn to clean the hot tub."

I choked. Then coughed. My eyes were both watering. "I guess it might be due for an extra change of water soon. Isn't my little girl the smart, prophylactic-minded one?"

"Prophylactic?" Niecey's voice came through in her confusion. "Rubber-brained?"

"If I was willing to let you out of my clutches, I'd tell you to look it up." I let her lower body sink down, turning her away from me so I could wrap my arms around her from behind. One hand trailed down her belly, the other cupped a breast.

"Prophylactic means on guard against disease, like you gently reminding me that people have been entering the tub without showering and after doing very dirty things. By extension, I could be calling you clean-minded, but we both know that makes no sense."

She rubbed back against me. "No sense at all. Your girl has a very dirty mind."

The roleplay voice was back. It wasn't so much an accent as an inflection. My cock seemed to like whichever it was.

"Daddy?" She covered each of my hands with one of her own, one high, one low. "I like that you didn't use a prophylactic. I like having your seed in me."

Her low hand pushed mine down between her legs. Her fingers pushed mine further. Soft cheeks caught my cock, not yet rigid, between them. Once I was caught, she clenched them together tight.

"Do you, dirty girl?" 

"Yes, Daddy. I want more of it." She ground her ass back on me. "Everywhere you can fill me."

"Hmm. Everywhere?"

"Uh-huh."

I pushed a finger inside her and she arched. "I enjoyed pumping you full of Daddy's seed and feeling you cum when I did."

Her arching back pushed my cock, swelling again as I started finger fucked my niece, deeper between her cheeks. 

"Oh fuck, yes, Daddy. Your fingers..uhn...are shoving your cum...uhn...up into me."

"You like that, dirty girl?"

"God, yes, Daddy. Fill me. Fill all my holes." 

Holding her from behind, I floated her closer to the sunken spa seat.

"Hold onto the edge." She reached out and grabbed the rounded concrete ledge, holding her face out of the water. As she leaned forward I pulled her legs back on either side of me, holding them floating in the water. Water ran down off her smooth soft ass cheeks as my hands pushed up on her thighs.

My own face barely above the water, I watched from behind as the wet mounds broke the surface, saw the tender opening she had shaved for me less than two days ago. I leaned in close with my lips and blew, moving upward from where her lips cleared the water along the crack between her cheeks. I stood up close behind her, between her thighs, my hands on her hips.

"Comfortable?" I hoped she was, since I could maneuver her almost weightless body this way while still being able to let my hands roam. I could watch her ass and cunt rise out of the water over and over again.

"Yes, Daddy."

It would have been so easy to push forward with my hips and fuck my niece again. My 'daughter,' this morning. But it was time to explore.

I let one hand slide from her hip up over her cheek and down between her legs. The hand moved slowly, appreciating the journey. The first response from Niecey was an arch of her back, a lifting of the point of contact toward my hand, when fingers traced down the delicate valley between this mound and its twin.

"Oh, Daddy. That kinda...aaah! Daddy!" It was a natural progression for the thumb to find her bare lips, just above the waterline, an instant before my first finger grazed over her tiny rearward entry, distracting her.

The hand continued down, light touches dragging along her front door, but no more contact to the back one. I lowered myself into the water, dragging the thumb with more attentive contact over the area of her clit before feeling her soft smooth belly in my palm.

In this position, I could move her up down in the water, pushing her up to see water cascading between the cheeks of her ass and over the smooth little cunt from my perfect between-the-thighs view. Lowering her back down, only the rounded peaks showed above water like twin bare islands.

"Wee!" Watching her most private parts appear, glistening with water, to submerge again was mesmerizing. Niecey's exclamation brought me back. I had brought my right hand down to her belly to free my left to explore. I was pretty sure I knew where she wanted the exploration to go, but I wanted to hear her tell me.

My left hand roamed over the cheek neglected by the right's earlier journey.

I heard a sigh when fingers again found the central valley. My hand stopped and slowly squeezed. I watched her wet crack open wider. I had held my thumb, closest to the water, on the delicate underside of the cheek so that when I squeezed both her glistening entries were displayed before me.

My palm on her belly picked up a tensioned shaking beginning. Her back arched up, into the squeezing hand. I let my thumb slide over from under her cheek to between them. Niecey moaned as it slipped between her folds.

For the first time, she lowered her hips with purpose, rather than raise them. Her young body slid down over my thumb, dragging it between her lips and out again, up over her puckered hole.

"Daddy." One whispered word said so much. She had stopped when the pad of my thumb settled in that slight depression. I pushed the pad into the soft giving flesh there.

"Mmm." Twice she had brought up that she "thought she saw" me tonguing Meghan's ass. She moved into any touch near the area. 

With my hand firmer on her cheek, the web between thumb and first finger running up her crack, I slid my thumb back to her pussy. I pushed my thumb in.

"Uhhhh." Her back arched again.

"You like that?" As I asked I slipped my thumb out to circle her pucker, smearing her slippery juices before plunging back into her source of the lubricating fluids.

""Aii! Yeah. Oh, Daddy!" Her lower body was shaking.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want." The poor girl had my thumb fucked deep into her, rimmed slickly around her ass and shoved back into her before she could answer.

"Your touch. You're touching my...please, Daddy touch me more there." I don't think she knew what demand she was answering as I distracted her with sudden intense stimulation to both her openings, alternating between them.

"Where, baby girl? Tell Daddy where you like it, where you want it." My thumb pushed more of her own lubricant to her back door. I held it there, the pad applying enough pressure for us both to feel her start to open.

She blew air out through tight lips. "There. Right there, Daddy. Please."

I pushed a little harder, then eased my thumb back until it barely touched her. "Where? Tell me where. I need to hear you say it."

She arched, pushing the door toward the one who'd been knocking. My hand rode back with her, denying more touch. She whined.

"Say it."

"Daddy!" The tone was almost scolding, but resigned. She relaxed the arch, but wiggled her lower body in my hands. "My bottom."

"Your bottom?" I pushed the pad back against her.

"Yes."

"Good girl. One more question, though." I felt her tense. "Tell Daddy what you want him to do to your bottom. Let him know everything you want."

She whined with more conviction. 

"I can't give you what you want unless you tell me, baby."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. For Daddy. Please." The magic word worked.

"I want you to touch my bottom more, Daddy. And kiss it, like you did Mommy's. It looked like she liked that."

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard." She pushed into her reward: deeper massaging circles on the verge of opening her without quite entering. "Is that all?"

"Nooo. That feels good, Daddy. I want you to...put your seed there."

"Really? In your bottom?" I acted like I'd never heard of such a thing. "How would I ever get my seed in this tiny little hole."

For the first time, the tip of my thumb pushed into her. She yelped before, bless her dirty little heart, she pushed back on the intruder. I let her have her wish and slid it into her to the first knuckle. She groaned.

"Fuck!" 

"What was that, sweetie?"

I let her push more of the thumb into her ass with her next attempt.

"That's it, Daddy. That's what I want. I want you to fuck my bottom. Fuck my tight ass with your fingers. Fuck it with your tongue, Daddy. Then pump it full of your seed after you fuck it with your cock. Aaaiii!"

I fucked her with my thumb as soon as she voiced the words. The words that pushed herself into a groaning, twisting orgasm. She torqued and writhed in my hands, buoyed by the water, as her sphincter pulsed down around my thumb continuing to work in and out.

"That's it. Good girl. Such a very dirty good girl."

I slid my thumb out before her tremors ended, lowering her enough to see the waters flow up over both her openings. I moved closer, allowing both arms to submerge, holding her from below.

I felt the slightest quivering in her thighs as I pushed my face between them. Softly I ran my tongue over her lips before sucking them into my mouth. I could taste her sex mixed with the water of the spa. The quivering rose in pitch and intensity. 

Her cheeks clenched in sudden defense when my tongue found her pucker. Still, her hips came up to meet me.

"Oh, god. Yes." Niecey spoke. No lilt or inflection at all. I'm not sure if I liked her roleplay better, or forcing her to drop character.




The Need for Seed Ch. 06



I lifted her hips up toward my questing tongue. I lapped, tasted, circled, and penetrated her with it, encouraged by her growing cries and writhing body.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes! Oh my fucking god that feels good." She squealed. How could I stop? I'd been suspicious that she might have anal inclinations, but to have it confirmed so enthusiastically was a delight.

Her body was a tangle of quivering shakes and twisted tensions, she muttered an ongoing string of moaning almost-words, but Niecey hadn't cum. That wasn't like her at all. As if the sensations were so overwhelming, her generally overeager to orgasm body was distracted. 

A shadow moved at the edge of my vision. With the tip of my tongue still teasing my quivering niece, I could turn my head far enough to see my sister standing at the edge of the spa. She grinned at me, wearing nothing but a very short, open robe. 

Knowing she was watching, I renewed my attention on Meghan's daughter, causing a rise in her moaned gibberish as the flat of my tongue pulsed over her tiny overstimulated pucker. I pulled back.

"Baby girl. Close your eyes." I spit out the words as a command.

"Unh. Mmmm. Wha...?" Her hips were pumping up and down in the water enough to create small waves. She was confused and thrown off by my change, but I could see she had immediately closed her eyes.

"Eyes closed?" She continued humping the water's surface, my hands lightly supporting her.

"Yes, Daddy." I saw my sister's mouth make a small 'O' of surprise.

"Good girl. Keep them closed until I tell you, okay?"

"Uh huh."

"And don't cum until I tell you." 

"Daddy!" She whined as her ass pushed back and up out of the water. "I'm so...twisted up inside, from what you were doing to my bottom. I'm so close to cumming. Please."

"Listen. It won't be long if you're a good girl."

She bit her lip, her eyes still squeezed tight behind her glasses, now spotted with water. "A good dirty girl?"

"The dirtier the better. Now listen: keep your eyes closed until I tell you. Don't make me take your glasses." She whined at that; she was lost without them. "The sectional is directly in front of you on the deck. I want you to climb out of the tub, eyes closed, take three steps forward to the bed and crawl onto it. Position yourself on your hands and knees with that sweet ass of yours pointed this way. I'm going to enjoy the view. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

She did as she was told. Water poured off her body, a small waterfall briefly running off her exposed, bare little cunt. Her short hair was slicked shiny and black. She seemed so vulnerable: not only naked and wet, but unfamiliar with sightlessness, tentative in each small movement.

"Good girl." I spoke as I climbed the steps out of the tub, closer to Meghan. Now water streamed from the tip of my rigid cock, sticking straight out from me, bouncing as I climbed the steps. "Crawl up there and show me that ass. Keep those eyes closed."

As I kept speaking to Niecey, I slipped her mother's robe off lean inked shoulders and lowered it to the ground with only a soft sound. I had to bend as I lowered it, giving me the opportunity to suck one pierced nipple in between my lips to where a flicking tongue was waiting. I stopped as Meghan inhaled sharply. 

I put a finger to my lips to silence her, then beckoned for her to follow me toward the sectional and her daughter.

Pulling my sister close with one hand, I stroked Niecey's upturned bottom with the other. The young girl pushed back on my touch, like a dog leaning into a petting hand.

"Do you want to be licked some more?"

She groaned, pushing back again. "Oh yes, please!"

"Are you going to cum like that?"

The groan was more frantic, her voice softer. "If...if you let me, Daddy. Please. I need to cum soon."

I felt her twisting under my stroking hand, evidence of the tension in her belly. With the lightest of touches, I moved my hand between her legs, allowing only one finger pad to stroke her, tracing the soft curve where thigh ended, becoming something more private.

I turned back to my sister, standing silently. Her eyes were searching. I leaned in close to her ear; she placed a steadying hand on my arm. I whispered in the lowest voice I had.

"My cum is inside your daughter. I want you to have it."

My sister's hand clamped down on my arm as her eyes went wide. She shook her head, uncertain.

I nodded mine, then guided her in front of me, feeling her soft skin over hard muscles slide close to me, compliant. Niecey knelt directly before us. I reached past her mother to stroke just outside one lower lip again. Mother pressed back against me, my cock between us, and daughter pushed back toward my finger, trying vainly for a less ephemeral contact.

I pulled my hand back when the finger stroke was complete, placing it over Meghan's smaller hand. I ran both hands up her arms to her shoulders before pushing down. She did not resist. My sister lowered herself, freeing my cock to spring back away from my stomach.

I watched Meghan's hands each grasp one cheek over her own daughter's ass, pulling them slightly apart. When she pressed her face close, I couldn't see anything but the motion of her back and head and the sudden arch of Niecey's back in concert. I pictured one slow lick, a mother's first taste of her daughter, and maybe of pussy.

Then Niecey screamed as Meghan buried her face in her little girl. My sister knew my cum was in there she had to have it.

I had never seen anything like it. My sister's ass started to move in rhythm with her daughter's hips grinding back on her mouth. Her back muscles flexed as she pushed her face, her tongue, further between the young girl's cheeks.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck so good. Daddy! I need to cum Daddy. Please." It was Niecey's voice, panicky, panting, still calling me Daddy with all other trace of roleplay or inflection gone. I didn't answer. Instead, I circled around to the far side of the sectional in silence, near to her head.

"Daddy? Please!?" My cock hovered six inches from her face and closed eyes. 

I paused enough for a fraction more tension to wind her up as she waited for an answer in darkness, struggling to hold back the sensation of the lips and tongue devouring her from pushing her body over the edge.

"Good girl." The words came from directly over her head. Her eyes popped open in shock, directly in sight of my cock pointed directly at her. With unintentionally perfect timing, a glob of cloudy precum chose that moment to swell at the tip. Her jaw dropped with a gasp. I grabbed her head and pushed mine inside her lips.

"Cum, baby girl. Cum hard for your Daddy."

Niecey's back humped upward like a stretching cat as she tried to cry out around my cock filling her mouth. Then her back arched back down, to flatten her body down prone on the cushions with the force of her orgasm. 

Meghan's strong arms hauled her back up onto her knees, before shoving her face back between her daughter' spasming cheeks. I saw the next, bigger wave crash over the poor girl.

Her face went red, her brows pulling tight together. Niecey's hands clenched dual handfuls of cushion and twisted them in her fists. She managed a high, throaty cry around my shaft as she let go.

I heard the hissing sound again before the cry turned to despair. I knew she was squirting in her mothers face before I saw Meghan rear back in shock.

I came hard. Grabbing Niecey's neck as I fucked her mouth, barely managing enough control to not choke her. 

"Oh my god!" Meghan's face was soaked, her eyes wild. I saw her beautiful breasts bouncing at her sudden motion.

"Mom!" Niecey surprised me by pulling away from my cock when she heard Meghan's voice. A long string of white cum striped the side of her hair before I shoved her mouth back on me for two more blasts.

"That's a good girl. Swallow it all. Good girl." I held her there, her body still quivering from her climax as her face revealed the whirl of thoughts going on inside her head.

When my cock stopped pulsing and I released Niecey to turn and look behind her, Meghan was sitting on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, grinning almost wildly. She either didn't know or didn't care that her face was covered with her daughter's flood of juices, or that shiny streaks of it striped down over her chest.

Then she saw my seed in Niecey's hair. Eyes and body locked in like a cat sensing prey. She pounced. The younger girl had no chance as her head and shoulders were wrapped up in strong arms, lips and tongue against her scalp, sucking and licking every trace of my cum from the short tapered hairs.

I could only watch. My gorgeous naked sister, now my lover, clinging tight to my other new lover, her daughter, struggling to lap up my seed. Forbidden fantasy upon taboo desire, wrapped up with a big red bow. I was in heaven.

Niecey, my newly discovered 'daughter,' surprised me. She almost purred as she leaned into her mother's hungry attentions. When Meghan finished with one last long lick along her daughter's temple, she looked up at me. Or would have if she hadn't been distracted by my cock.

"Oh my fucking god." It made Niecey turn to see what had Meghan's attention. My cock was softening, drooping to half mast. I had cum in my new 'daughter's' mouth but she had been distracted, and I hadn't milked the last of my fluids unto her tongue.

Now they had accumulated on my head before starting a long shining string down to the cushion below.

Open mouthed, my sister reached out two fingers, catching the shimmering viscous strand at the cushion, perhaps a foot below the source. Bringing it up close to herself and her daughter, it formed a short perfect arch down between fingers and cock.

"Take it." Meghan offered her fingers to Niecey's lips. The ultimate gift from an addict. Somehow she transferred the silver arch to her daughter's lips. It began to stretch as gravity pulled. On her hands and knees, she lunged forward, mouth open.

Niecey's open mouth followed the curving path of the string, catching the strand until her lips met me. She sucked my head, smaller now, back in, tongue swirling over it.

"Share, Baby." She listened to her mother this time, pulling her mouth back off of me before all trace of the slippery treat was gone. Crawling close, Meghan sucked me in, pulling my whole softened cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue searching for any remaining bit to savor.

Pulling back, she milked me with a thumb underneath, massaging up from between my balls to the head. My slit opened as another thick drop formed, then burst.

Meghan held my cock between herself and her daughter. I was beginning to stiffen again, these twin sirens never letting it soften. "Share."

Mother and daughter, sister and niece, licked, tasted, and sucked the cum from my cock. Their tongues met in passing more than once before their lips came together. First with my head between them, both sucking one swollen side. 

Their lips parted as they both slid mouths up opposite sides of my shaft. Traveling back down, opening wider as I thickened under their care, two sets of lips sucked over my head to the very tip before joining each other.

This was beyond my wildest fantasies. Angels have left Heaven for less. They started as though merely tasting me on each other's mouths, lips, tongues. Niecey ran her tongue along Meghan's jaw, tasting herself. When lips came together again, it was a kiss. Then another. Hard hungry horny kisses between two beautiful women.

When they finally pulled apart, breathing hard, they both saw my cock pointing at them, back at attention.

Niecey smiled at Meghan. "I think Daddy likes that."

My sister looked up at me, down at my cock, and back up. One hand wrapped around my shaft before she asked, "Does Daddy like that?"

She pumped her hand, milking yet more thick fluid to the tip before she wrapped her lips around me, sucking. Coming up with a sharp inhale, Meghan grabbed her daughter by her shorn nape.

"Taste." I saw tongue flash before their mouths met, kissing like lovers, sharing my cum. My sister pushed herself away enough to look up at me again.

"Well?"

Well what? Then I recalled her question. 

"Yes, Daddy likes it very much." I reached out and stroked both of their heads. "My wonderful sexy girls. Now get back to it."

"Daddy!" It touched my heart to be addressed in that special tone Niecey usually reserved for a lovingly protesting 'Mom!' Despite her protest, she obeyed her 'father's' command.

Niecey pushed her mother flat on the sectional. Lifting one curvy leg up and over, she straddled Meghan's lean waist, looking down at her. It reminded me of her naive aggression straddling me on the couch. 

Daughter interlaced fingers with each of her mother's hands, sliding their combined grips over the older, stronger woman's head. She did not meet resistance.

I saw how the position stretched my sister's gorgeous breasts, pierced erasers pointing straight up, before Niecey leaned down and took one tender button between her lips.

Brother and sister both gasped. At this point I don't know why it surprised me so much, but the surprise was evident on Meghan's upturned face until her daughter began to use her lips and tongue. Then the look changed.

Niecey pulled the nipple upward between her lips, stretching Meghan's tit before letting it go with a 'pop.' Still holding both her hands, the younger girl lowered herself to again kiss her captive. The kiss lingered, accompanied by sounds of satisfaction.

For a short while I was content to simply watch and enjoy, but eventually my niece's full upturned bottom demanded attention. Or my stiff cock, that had somehow - without my knowledge or permission - tricked one of my hands into beginning a light stroking. 

She had brought up my tonguing Meghan's ass twice before she had begged to have her own licked. And fucked. I'd given her the one already. 

She'd asked for my seed in three holes; two demands had been met. I wondered if she really knew what she had begged for; so far, she'd swum like a natural when thrown into deep waters.

The way she came, again and again, so easily lost in the throes of her ecstasy. Thinking of it, my cock twitched. I smiled when I looked down at it, realizing it was one of the few times recently there hadn't been an eager mouth ready to taste the cloudy drop forming at the tip.

I collected it with my finger. Dropping onto my knees behind my girls as they kissed, I pushed the cum-covered fingertip against Niecey's sensitive pucker, then inside.

Next, in Chapter 7: The door less taken.



The Need for Seed Ch. 07



Note: All characters are over 18 and fictional creations of the author. This story contains graphic descriptions of incest, anal, and oral sex. It begins exactly where Chapter 6 ended.


 Chapter 7: The Final Chapter.


My slippery finger disappeared inside her tight little opening, delivering a taste of my 'seed' here for the first time. To a place so sensitive, Niecey hadn't cum like she usually did. She moaned, muffled by her mother's lips and tongue. I felt her hips retreat from the sudden invasion for only an instant before she pushed back and up.

Watching her open under my touch, I dragged my other thumb, the right, up along the belly of my beast, milking more thick fluid from my sack up to the tip. A larger drop, clear with only a trace of cloudy milk swirling inside, swelled until it broke.

My thumb continued stroking up the tender underside of my cockhead, gathering the viscous overflow. A finger joined the thumb to catch it all.

My left fingertip pulled out and away, sliding over to help grab her soft hip. The right replaced it, first with the finger alone smearing more precum against her rosebud door. I moved my hand up to the top of her ass, so my downward pointing thumb, shiny and slick, traced along her crack before teasing the opening.

Under the circling pad of my thumb, I felt her squeeze tight. Relax. Pulse tight again. Relax. With the second relax, I pushed. Niecey's head arched up away from Meghan's kisses as the thumb went deep, its base stretching her ass open.

It was only a slightly longer retreat away from the invader before the young girl again pushed back onto it. This time I could see her arms flex as, on all fours, she used them to force her whole body toward me.

"Good girl!" I started a slow fucking with my thumb while the rest of my hand squeezed the full cheek under it. Her head was turned to the side enough now that I could see her eyes were closed tight in concentration behind her glasses.

"Daddy." It was a strained whisper as she shoved back. My thumb met her shove, going deep and staying there while my left hand on her hip held her in place.

Below me, Meghan lifted her hands to her daughter's chest. I couldn't see, but I felt the change in Niecey's body. The tension increasing. I pictured fingers rolling and pinching her hard little nipples.

"Mommy!" The whine in her young voice was a masterful blend of habitual teen complaining about any surprise parental action and her roleplaying inflection encouraging more taboo exploration. It was so fucking sexy I wanted to shove her down onto her mother's naked body and take her virgin ass on the spot.

I had enough sense to not follow my urge. Yet. But it was nearly time I took her young ass. I slid my thumb out of her, noticing how quickly the opening shrank tight. Niecey whined, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Let's go inside."

"Will you play with my bottom more, Daddy?"

"Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

She laid the lilt on thick. "Yes, Daddy. It makes me feel really funny when you touch me down there." She grinned. "And when you licked me."

"Mommy?" She turned her head to look down at Meghan, groaned as my sister did something with her hands on the young girl's chest that I was forced to only imagine. Her voice sounded more filled with innocent curiosity then ever. "Did it make you feel funny when your brother stuck his tongue in your ass?"

Meghan sputtered, laughing. I joined in. Niecey rolled onto her side, off Meghan, with a smile.

"Yes, baby, my brother's tongue on my ass did make me feel a little funny. On, not in, right Michael?"

My gorgeous sister reached toward me, asking for a hand up. I pulled her to her feet, wrapped my arms around her. I shrugged. "I think it was just on. So many asses, I get confused."

She slapped my arm.

"Well, something was definitely in mine just now." The inflection was gone again. Standing up, Niecey stepped close and wrapped us both is a tight hug. "And I want more."

As much as I didn't want to end a naked hug with my new dream harem, my niece's wishes were important to me. Especially this wish. "Inside, my beauties."

I took a hand of each in one of mine and led them to the house before holding the door open for them both. I whispered quick instructions to Meghan, saw her bite her lip as she understood. Niecey squealed as I swooped her off her feet and carried her to her mother's big bed, leaving Meghan to carry out my directions.

She sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at me. "I love you, Uncle Mike. Thank you."

My cock was drooping again, taking a well-deserved rest while it could. Niecey licked the precious treat from the tip as she'd been shown before taking me in her mouth. She sucked me slow this time, savoring. My half-hard cock was at that extremely sensitive point, every unseen swirl of her tongue sending shocks through my body. 

I started to reach out a hand to guide her, to slow her down, but I stopped my hand to let this sexy young beauty suck me as she wished, marveling at how eagerly she craved me. How she'd voiced her craving for my seed in every hole, only one still unfilled.

I groaned at the thought and sensation. "That feels really damn good, baby girl."

Niecey slurped loudly, releasing her shiny wet lollipop to smile up at me. "I know."

Her new confidence, not entirely unfounded, was a turn on. So was the way her eyes looked, straining upward to meet mine over her glasses as she took me back in her mouth.

"That's it. Keep your eyes up here." Now my hand did find her head as I felt myself stiffening in her mouth. The still spongy head slipped past the back of her tongue. I felt Niecey stiffen, threatened.

"It's okay. I've got you. Breath through your nose and relax." As my shaft straightened and lengthened, she was held so that my head had no where to go but further in. At the first small gag, she tried to pull back against my hand. I didn't push, but held her firm. She choked and I felt a light spray on my thighs.

"Hey. Eyes up here." She looked so beautiful, tears welling up in one eye, already running down the other cheek. "Breath through your nose. Gooood girl."

I was already pushing the head past her defenses before my drawn out "good." It was more encouragement than praise. Like her mother four years earlier, she first got my cock in her throat before it fully thickened rigid. Her protesting body gagged once more, but she didn't even pull back against my hand. 

I slid further in and held it there, almost completely erect, feeling her wet hot breaths from the nose pressed close to my groin. 

"Gooood girl!" This time it was a groan of satisfaction. I released her head, dropping my hands to my side, and stayed motionless, seeing what the young girl would do. Wide eyes still on mine, she grabbed the back of my thighs. She pulled her own head onto me with both arms, straining momentarily to take more of me deeper past her tongue. Her head popped back with a wet cough.

"Holy shit." A deep wet breath. "Did I just deep-throat that fat cock?" 

She wiped a palm across her mouth and chin, then used the back of it on her streaked cheek. My cock did look fat, and was standing straight out again.

"Yes, you did. Now is there anything you'd like as a reward?"

Those beautiful eyes went from mine to my cock, then off to the ceiling, considering for a full second before returning to look back up at me.

"You know."

"Yes I do. So say it."

"I already did."

"You said a lot of things."

"Daddy!" 

"Say it."

She pouted, then reclined on the bed. Her mother's bed, where I had slept with my sister for the first time. She pulled her smooth, sexy legs up close, hugging them to her chest with arms around knees. She could not be more exposed to me.

"Uncle Michael, I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel you empty your seed deep inside me. Please."

I had no intention for an animal growl to escape me but its audible release reflected an inner instinctual one. I grabbed her hips and dragged her naked body to the edge of the mattress. My cock twitched upwards, inches from two tempting holes.

"Room service!"

"Huh?" My head came around in surprise. I had completely forgotten Meghan and the mission I had sent her on. 

"Doesn't look like I missed too much." My sister said as she set a small plate down. She removed the small towel she had draped over her arm waiter-style and set it by the plate.

"Hah. See what you know!" Niecey looked smug. Or as smug as one could look in her exposed position. "I just had a certain fat cock all the way in my throat."

I nodded. I ran my hands up Niecey's lovely soft thighs, over her hugging arms, pausing on her curving calves. "It's true. She took the whole thing in without choking, much."

"Hey."

"Well, sorry I missed that, but let's see if there's anywhere else my little girl can take the whole thing." Meghan reached out to pluck up one of the thin yellow blocks arranged on the plate.

"What is that? Oh!" Niecey cut off her own question when her mother pushed the thin square-cut sliver, like a tiny yellow French fry, against and then into her daughter's puckered opening. Meghan's finger followed it into her daughter's ass.

"Uhh. Ohhhh. Oh shit, Mom!" It was only one slim finger, but it was working its way in and out of the tight hole. "What is that?"

"That, my dear young niece," I explained, "is your mother's finger in your butt. What she pushed into you was a little bit of butter. I think she needs more, sweetie."

At the last statement, my sister removed her finger from her daughter's virgin ass. Niecey squealed. Meghan grabbed a second thin sticklet and quickly pushed it against the puckered opening.

"Whoa. It melts so fast, as soon as it touches the skin." Meghan seemed fascinated with the feeling, pushing one then a second finger deeper into Niecey. I saw brows knit in concentration behind thick glasses as the fingers twisted, encouraging the tight muscle to relax and open.

Niecey hugged her legs tighter to her chest. She looked so vulnerable and accepting. Her brows relaxed and her mouth dropped open. "Unnh. Huhhh. Fuck, that feels intense."

I watched, stroking my cock with one hand. I let the other hand trail over Meghan's beautiful back, so lean and muscled, but undeniably feminine. My gaze lingered on the winged tattoo of St. Michael, before fingers explored along the side of one perfect breast, then down her flank to her hips. I continued over her firm asscheek, sliding the hand between her legs. I teased a fingertip or two over her own puckered door before slipping into her sopping pussy.

Slick fingers circled her hooded clit before plunging back inside. She moaned and I watched her fingers push deeper into her daughter as my own filled her.

"Meghan. It's time." She looked up at me, so gorgeous. Removing my fingers from her slit, her ass received another teasing touch as I withdrew my hand. "Kiss me."

My sister's lips and tongue were on mine in an instant, hungry and almost crazed. I pushed her face back.

"Make me slippery, baby, so I can fuck this eager little ass."

Meghan dropped down and my sister's hot mouth was on me, sucking. I felt her tongue lapping up any trace of a precious droplet before her lips shoved my hand aside as she forced me deep into her mouth. Back up and down again, covering me with her saliva.

"That feels damn fucking good, baby, but you should use some of your butter."

She went down deep on me, gagging softly before she allowed my stiff cock to escape her lips with a pop. "Oh. That kind of slippery."

I watched the two slim fingers, now buried entirely in Niecey, slowly withdraw. The young girl whined as they left her. Meghan picked up two yellow slivers in her palm and pressed them against my shaft.

The butter began to melt as soon as she touched it. Applying the lubricating fat over me, Meghan stood. She moved around behind me, still pumping my very slick cock with her hand. I felt her firm breasts push close against my back as she readied me to take her daughter's ass for the first time.

Neicey's eyes were fixed on my cock, and the hand preparing it for her. She hugged her legs tight to her chest, opening and offering herself.

"Step closer." Meghan nudged me close to the edge of the bed. She pointed my cock downward enough to aim the tip at its goal. Her fingers massaged more of the liquified butter over my sensitive head. "Push."

She rubbed my head directly over the tiny pucker. I eased forward, seeing Niecey's tender flesh give inward. "Push."

My hips pushed harder. With Meghan's hand guiding, the head began to slip inside.

"Unnhh!" Niecey protested wordlessly. I pushed more and the head opened her before entering. Her virgin, almost panicking ass squeezed down tight.

"Ahh! Too much! Take it out." Niecey's eyes were wide. I held still, the head inside her. "Too much."

Meghan chose that moment, when I was debating whether to pull out of the tight squeeze, to begin pumping her hand up and down my shaft, from my tight balls up to where her fist pressed close against her own daughter's exposed and stretched ass.

I groaned. It felt incredible. The hand pumping, slick with butter. The pucker squeezing in panic. Firm breasts and hard nipples smashed against my back. My own sister encouraging me to ignore her daughter's pleas.

My hips began to move in time to the hand's strokes. Not enough to force myself deeper, the motions carried the clenching sphincter with it, pushing her own opening into her slightly before pulling back, feeling her gripping muscle hold me, keep my cock from leaving.

"So much. So full." Niecey's voice held more wonder than panic now. I pushed harder, felt my shaft sliding through tight gripping fingers before Niecey's body gave in, allowing the head to slide an inch or so into her tightness.

"Fuck! Oh fuck. So fucking much." Niecey's eyes were closed tight, her voice barely a whisper.

I pulled back to where her muscles again clung to the bulbous head stretching her open before sliding back in, a little past where I had ended the previous entry.

"Stop. Please. Just a minute." Her breathing was shallower and faster. No longer was she begging for me to pull out. What a good girl. I held still for her to get used to the pressure.

"Okay. I think I can take a little more. Is it almost in?" I don't think she heard her mother's snicker at the question. Meghan's hand still held plenty of shaft to pump. I answered.

"Almost, Niecey. You're doing great. You sure you're ready for more?"

The glasses nodded quickly as my niece bit down on her lower lip. Meghan was now working my shaft with a snug grip of her thumb and index finger, the sexiest "okay" sign I had ever experienced.

My hips nudged forward. I saw Niecey's eyes tighten in concentration as pursed lips blew out a breath. Then Meghan's hips shoved into me from behind, forcing me forward and deeper into her daughter.

"Ahhhh!" Niecey's legs straightened at the sudden intrusion, slipping out of her embrace. I was just as surprised as she was by her mother's action, but not so uncomfortably. I just had more of my cock imbedded in a tight slippery hole.

I grabbed her ankles as the legs straightened upward, bumping Meghan back as I withdrew before pushing immediately back to same depth her unexpected shove had driven me. I began to saw in a slow, deliberate rhythm until I felt and saw my niece relaxing, adjusting to this new sensation. 

I twisted my face back toward my sister's. "Time to move your hand, baby."

Meghan moaned. "Fuck, yes. Fill my baby girl, brother."

Straining to meet each other, we managed a quick frantic kiss over my shoulder as her hand gave my shaft a final squeeze. She moved away from my back, positioning herself beside us to watch.

I positioned Niecey's ankles on my shoulders and let my hands slide down her wonderful legs. The curvy, sexy legs that had so surprised me when I first saw them extending below that short plaid skirt, no longer hidden by ill-fitting jeans. My hands found their rightful places on each rounded hip.

My eyes met Niecey's. I didn't say anything but she seemed to sense my hesitation. The glasses nodded again.

"Do it, Uncle Mike. Please. Make my ass yours."

I did. Rather than push into her, I pulled her onto me. My fingers dented her soft flesh as I dragged her hips toward me, impaling her ass on the entire length of my cock.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Yes." That was Meghan. A hoarse whisper filled with awe.

I groaned, my hands keeping my niece's ass tight against me as my hips ground against her cheeks. She was soundless, her mouth wide open and eyes tight shut.

Then her eyes popped open, intense and locked on mine. She reached up hands to each knee, pulling her legs back toward herself to again hug them to her chest. I pulled back part way and shoved back in, burying myself in and against her upturned ass. 

"So tight." I whispered. "So slippery. So good."

"So big." She responded. "So full. But yes, so good. So incredibly good. Are you going to cum inside me, Uncle Mike?"

"Oh yes, baby girl. I'm going to fill you like you've never been filled."

Her face tightened and a flush of red traveled over her cheeks, her neck, her upper chest. "I...I'm...uhhhnn!"

I felt her entire body clench in spasm then, her orgasm triggering mine. If she made any further sounds or words I couldn't hear them as a roar filled my ears. My hands clenched tighter onto her hips, my cock and core shuddering with each ecstatic explosion deep inside of her twitching, clenching body. I saw red, gritting my teeth and nearly blacking out, shocked by the intensity of my reaction.

When I became aware enough to sense my own breathing it was ragged and loud. I could feel the final spasms of her belly and sphincter around me, see the glazed half smile below me.

Niecey made a small whining sound as I began to pull back from her, her tight opening milking more cum up and out of my shaft as I slowly withdrew. I stopped when just the swollen head was inside, feeling the ridge catch inside her gripping ring of muscle.

I eased her legs free of her hugging arms, pulled them wide as I lowered myself down to the young girl. I strained forward to bring my face to hers. Her arms wrapped around me. Unable to reach her lips this way, I slid back inside, reopening her depths. Niecey's mouth opened wide at the unexpected invasion and I covered it with my own, kissing her deeply.

I felt Meghan's hand stroke my lower back as I kissed her daughter. The hand slid lower, squeezing one cheek of my ass, encouraging my hips to make small movements in and out of Niecey's ass as we kissed. I felt the vibration of soft satisfied moans from the girl's tongue and lips.

I pushed myself up on my arms and Meghan snuggled her head in next to her daughter, both looking up at me, Niecey through her thick framed glasses, knocked slightly askew. Unplanned and simultaneous, both spoke the same three words.

"I love you," though each finished the thought differently. Meghan's addition of "brother" tugged at my heart and soul, signaling a union delayed for needless years. Niecey's lilting "Daddy" brought an amused smile to my face and an unconscious quick thrust into her. She groaned at the sensation.

"So what is this sudden 'Daddy' thing, anyhow?" 

"Well, Mommy," Niecey turned her face toward Meghan as she explained. I held back a laugh at my sister's expression: Denice hadn't called her Mommy since she was a toddler.

"I was thinking while you two were doing whatever nasty dirty things you were doing in this bed last night. I knew you had finally found the man you'd been waiting for your whole life." Meghan smiled at that, but with pain behind it, as though ready to cry. It sent a shiver down my back.




The Need for Seed Ch. 07



"And if my Mommy finally had the man that she will never let go, wouldn't he be my Daddy? Then I got all wet and slippery thinking about my new Daddy coming out by the pool to fuck his new daughter."

Meghan kissed her cheek. "Such a smart girl! I know it sounded hot when you said it, but you're right."

She turned to look back up at me. "I will never let your Daddy go, and I have been waiting for him for all these years. It gives me an idea though."

"What?" We laughed as Niecey and I both asked the question.

"Um. I think I might like being your big sister once in a while, and having Daddy do things to me too." My sister's voice had taken on a lilt imitating the one Niecey had used. 

My cock twitched at the thought. Niecey felt it inside her ass. "Ooo. He likes that idea."

Meghan's eyes were fixed on mine. "Do you...Daddy?"

I nodded, finding it hard to keep my breath even. "Oh, yes. Not always, because I love my wonderful sister too much, but on special occasions it would be nice to have two such sexy daughters."

Meghan slowly licked her lips. "Good answer. Because your newest daughter would like to take her Daddy into the shower and clean him up."

We left Niecey on the big bed. She said she just wanted to curl up and sleep now that she'd had my seed in all three holes. It amazed me to think how much my niece had experienced, how much we'd explored together, in two short days.

My newest, older daughter led me by the hand to the attached bath, started the water running. With one finger, she lifted my half-flaccid cock. With these two around I wondered if it would ever be completely limp again. Science told me yes, but I wasn't sure.

She looked up at me with a puzzled expression. The lilt was back. "Daddy, you don't even look dirty."

"Your little sister has a very tight butt. Like a squeegee. I still want you to clean me though."

She smiled at me. "Good. I'll make sure it's really, really clean."

I grabbed her then, pulling her beautiful tattooed body against mine, kissing her with my whole being. She melted into me, her arms going up around my neck and shoulders.

I looped an arm around her waist and lifted. Meghan hopped up as I did, encircling my hips with her strong lean legs. I stepped into the tiled open shower area, carrying her like this. The spray of hot water hit us before I pinned her back against the cool tiles of the wall.

Our kisses eventually slowed. Her legs loosened and I let her regain her feet, still caught between me and the slick wall. I felt her lips move over mine, feather-like, when she whispered.

"Daddy."

"Yes, dearest?"

"I think we made my belly a little shitty."

I tried to hold back a laugh, but it came out as a short snort. I pulled back enough to look at her, enough for the shower's spray to land across her upper body. I ran a hand over one wet, firm breast, then down over her perfect belly, forever marked with "Sunrise:" the magical egg that symbolized the depth of her love and need for me. 

My hand on the egg, where she had begged me to fill her with her seed, marking her forever mine, I stared into her eyes.

"Meghan. Sister. Part time daughter." She giggled at that last, but without losing any of the deep adoration passing between us. "My one true Love."

Her eyes went misty, but she held back any tears. "Nothing about you, or this wonderful belly with my seed inside." I felt her hips push toward me under my hand. "Could possibly be shitty."

Laughing we kissed again, our tongues sliding over each other as if they knew how much missed time still needed to be made up. 

"Can I wash you now, Daddy?" Somehow the lilt sounded even sexier coming from this strong, independent woman. I nodded.

I let her guide me under the spray. Her hands turned me until I was soaked all over before she squirted liquid body wash into her palm. She moved behind me, sudsing my chest with her strong arms wrapped around me, her amazing body pressed close to my back. Her hands soaped lower.

I groaned, pushing into her slippery fingers when they reached my crotch. Her touch was gentle, but thorough, firm and confident. Her hands turned me to face her, the water cascading over my back.

Meghan dropped to her knees. I looked down, appreciating the look of concentration on her face as she carefully massaged her soapy hands over my shaft, lifting and attending to my scrotum and balls.

She stood and removed the shower head, aiming the spray close to my chest and working down, lowering herself back onto her knees as she rinsed the remaining soap from my crotch, down and off my legs.

Letting the shower head hang on its flexible hose, she lifted my cock close to her face, inspecting it. She tilted her face up to me. "I think it's clean, Daddy."

I took my time answering. First I needed to simply take in the view: the sheen of water accenting her curves and intricate art, the bits of suds clinging to her, obscuring one nipple, her lovely face turned up to face me, waiting.

"It probably is, little girl. But you'd better check."

Meghan looked briefly confused before her mouth dropped open into a circle of sudden understanding. Her eyes stayed upturned to meet mine as she leaned close.

Holding my cock pointed toward her, her tongue licked softly over the tip. I groaned. She took the head into her lips, and I felt her tongue swirling over the tender, sensitive bulb. She let it pop back out.

"It tastes so good, Daddy. I think it's clean."

"Keep checking, baby girl."

Slowly, she wrapped her lips back around me, tongue now teasing along the bottom of my shaft. She leaned forward, taking more in, not stopping until her nose was nestled against me. 

"Mmmm." The vibrations traveled deep into me. I felt my balls shifting as blood flowed once again toward the center of her attentions. Remembering Niecey taking my semi-hard cock into her throat for the first time accelerated my arousal. I felt my growing head bump the back of Meghan's mouth.

She pulled slowly back, slurping loudly as she did. Taking my shaft in her hands and lifting it, her eyes finally dropped. I saw her lean close before I felt her tongue on my balls. One hand continued to hold my cock up while the other gently cradled my sack. Meghan's exaggerated sounds of tasting me continued as she checked to make sure I was indeed clean, pressing her face close against my thighs.

My cock was full now as the hand on it slowly pumped the shaft. I couldn't remember at the moment how many times I had cum since last night, but I knew I had never had nearly as good of a reason to. Two beautiful women sharing me, both so desirable, so taboo.

But for as arousing as my niece's newly revealed desires were, they paled before what I felt for the wonder of nature and art now kneeling in front of me. My sister, my life-long love and obsession, finished her inspection with a long slow lick upward between my balls, continuing up the underside of my shaft. As we both knew it would, the action encouraged a large shimmering drop forth from the tip.

I watched her eyeing it, her glance flicking up only briefly to my face as though scared to leave the precious thick fluid unattended for long. Even the brief pause, in contract to how quickly she had snatched up my precum earlier, seemed interminable.

Staring straight ahead she spoke. "You're all clean now, Daddy. Very, very clean. And your dirty, dirty girl gets her reward."

Like the softest of kisses, her lips pressed against the opening. I felt her tongue, just as soft between them, collecting her reward. My hands went to her head, stroking wet hair back from her face. I had to strain to keep my hands from pushing her mouth down on me, to instead savor the soft loving kiss as she savored her special reward.

I knew what I wanted. What I needed. It had never changed, but I needed her to know it. "Stand up, dirty girl."

She did, her wet body sliding up mine, hands caressing my backside as hard nipples dragged up the front. Her face stayed downturned as her eyes rose to again me mine. "Yes, Daddy."

"No." I hesitated, smiling, enjoying her look of confusion. "Not 'Daddy.' Not now."

I tilted her face up with a hand on her chin before kissing her sweet swollen lips. No tongue, but a lingering deep savor of my lips on hers before I pulled back.

"You. You, Meghan. You are all I want, everything I need." Bless her tough rebel heart, her lip quivered. "I love you dear sister, sweet lover. And now that I have you, I'm not ready to let even a little sexy roleplay get between us."

"Oh, Michael." Her voice was tight with emotion. A single tear rolled down her already wet cheek before her arms flew around my neck and her mouth met mine.

Our bodies pressed close together, pulling each other tight, soft sounds escaping frantic kisses. If we could have climbed inside each other to be closer we would have. In some way, it felt as though we did. I felt our hearts entwining at least as closely as our tongues. 

I have no idea how long it lasted, oblivious to the water spraying down. It wasn't sexual now, it wasn't sensual: far beyond lust or senses. We melded, blending into a single whole celebrating the finding, recognizing, and embracing of our togetherness.

"I'm cold." At some point the kiss had ended but we still held each other tight, her face tucked into my neck. Her voice was muffled.

"No, sweet sister, you're hot."

"No, Michael, the water. It's cold." Even though the shower was spraying primarily onto my back, I had been completely unaware of the gradual loss of hot water.

Hand in hand we stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a thick towel to cover her shivering body. As I wrapped it around her back, pulling it snug in front, her hands stopped mine.

"No, brother. Nothing between us. I need your warmth."

I kept my grip on the bath towel, pulling her against me with the thick cotton wrapped behind her. Again she buried her face against my neck, her body pressed desperately close. I felt her shaking, a vibration that carried an emotional, spiritual meaning to me as much a mere outward manifestation of exposure to the chilly water.

I knew where I should to take her. Sweeping her up in my arms, I carried her out of the bathroom. Niecey was curled up, sleeping in her mother's - our - bed with both hands cradled beneath her cheek. Her glasses rested nearby on the pillow, within easy reach. I crossed the short hallway outside the bedroom to the guest room. 

It was rarely used because the mid-morning sun beat directly onto the bed through the high gable windows, interrupting anyone wishing to sleep in. Perfect for my sweetheart's current needs.

Meghan moaned appreciatively as I lowered her onto the warm cover, radiating the sun's soothing heat. I paused for a brief moment, drinking in the wonderful view. My sister's loving eyes, content half smile, the revealed secret of "Sunrise" a permanent call for me to fulfill her deepest, most sacred needs. 

As her strong, toned, inked arms reached up to me, I lowered myself onto her, into her embrace. Even though not more than half hard, my head found her slippery opening ready and eager for me. Releasing me for a moment, she slid a hand between us to guide me inside, to once more enter the deepest part of her core, that she had marked, had sanctified, for me. Again, we were one, united in secret knowledge, feeling the reality symbolized by the art that the outside world had yet to see and would never fully understand.

Her arm rejoined the other, pulling me down on top of her, both of us basking in the sun's penetrating warmth and our connection. Our kisses were soft, light, and punctuated with gentle nuzzles of noses and cheeks. I didn't even try to stop the grin plastering my face. 

A gorgeous naked woman, my lifelong desire, was under me and I was buried inside her, but there was nothing sexual about it at this moment. This was a closeness and an intimacy brought on by our desire for one another, but transcending it.

I felt so right. So content. No doubt, no tension. Whatever was to come, this moment together in the timeless still eye of life's hurricane was as close to perfect as my mortal being could endure.

The End



Author's note: Thank you so much for the outpouring of positive feedback on this tale and for your patience as the last few chapters came out more slowly than I had intended. I had no idea where these characters would end up taking me and they surprised me several times. I appreciate those who let me know they cared enough to be disappointed when the story went in directions they didn't like or expect.

I will leave them now in their bliss, but make no promises that they won't someday make another appearance.