Charley's Niece, Part 2
bg; Mg; bdom; Mdom; mast; oral; inc
With my hosts occupied on the telephone call, I entered Charley's bedroom. I hoped to learn more about my late friend's life since I moved away.
As a teen, my best friend decorated his walls with pinups of the preteen actresses we thought were so hot back then. They had been replaced by collages of his niece, Christy, growing up. I marveled at how much she reminded me of her mother at her age.
One picture in particular caught my eye. Christy stood over her uncle, who was buried in the sand at a beach. Her skimpy bikini barely covered her private areas. The more I stared at it, the more I saw Charley's lust for the innocent girl. There was something about the curve of his lips. Was I reading too much into it? Or was I projecting my feelings onto my best friend?
I almost jumped out of my skin when Christy said, "Whatcha looking at?" as she plopped down on the bed.
"Just your pictures. You are very photogenic."
She giggled over my comment. "That's what Uncle Charley used to say. He liked to take pictures of me. So does Mommy."
I'd love to get copies, I thought. "So how are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess. I'm going to miss Uncle Charley." She peeked at me and added, "It's good that you're here, Uncle Dave."
"Thanks," was all I could say. I was still getting used to my new role as uncle that I inherited about an hour before. After a few quiet moments, I motioned to leave the room. We headed back to the living room where Maggie had returned from the call.
"My mom says 'Hi' to you, Dave."
"I'm surprised she remembers me," I said. Thinking back to my childhood antics, I wondered exactly what she recalled about me.
"Can we get back to the stories?" asked Christy as she took her seat practically on my lap.
I nodded. "What were we talking about?"
"The summer camp-outs," they said in unison.
"Are you sure?"
"Uncle Dave!" said the exasperated girl.
I shrugged. "For the rest of the summer, Charley and I had occasional campouts, but never had another visit from your mother. She spent those nights at slumber parties like her friend Sandy hosted. I swear that girl was recruiting lesbians."
"I think she actually was. We learned a lot about sex, but I still liked being with boys." Maggie gazed into my eyes while seductively licking her lips. "Then there was Labor Day weekend. Remember?"
"How could I forget?"
"Well, what happened?"
"You, little girl, are too young," said her mother.
"Am not. Am not," she said as she puffed out her cheeks while holding her breath.
Maggie pointed at me. "Go ahead. She'll keep pestering until we do."
Taking a deep breath, I said, "The last camp-out of that summer was over Labor Day weekend. School opened up the following Thursday. Your mom was very excited about our vacation ending, Charley and me not so much. We had too much fun in the tent in the past three months. And so the weekend started, just like most…"
Our parents decided to have a Davenport/Faulkner barbecue for us to celebrate the end of summer. At the last minute, Maggie accepted an invitation to Sandy's pool and slumber party that infuriated the adults, but Charley and I rejoiced. We wouldn't have to do girly things just to make her happy.
While the adults prepared the food at my house, we had the run of the place over here. We pulled out the badminton rackets and hit the shuttlecock around for an hour or so. When we became exhausted from chasing the birdie, he pulled out the water hose. We stripped down to our bathing suits and splashed each other. Charley pulled out the water balloons, and we filled two big buckets with them.
As we prepared to do battle, Maggie showed up with three other girls. They were hunting for pool toys. Instead, they became our targets. After getting them wet, we shared our stockpile, and we fought a battle royal. That made us more hot and wet.
When we ran out of ammunition, we moved back inside where Charley cranked up the air conditioning. So while drinking lemonade with four girls in their bikinis, we watched their tiny nipples pucker up and poke out the material.
That wasn't the only thing poking out. I tried to hide my erection, but old Charley had his proudly bulging on display in his suit.
Before we could go further, Sandy called, wondering if the girls were ever returning. Reluctantly, they grabbed their floaties and left.
Horny as hell, Charley and I headed upstairs where we found places to jerk off. With our libidos satisfied for the moment, we headed out to toss the football around. Neither of us talked about who we fantasized about.
At the barbecue, my mother made us put on shirts while we ate. Immediately we wiped our sauce-covered fingers on the offending garments. Mom shook her head and collected our tops before they got stained permanently.
Freed from the confining shirts, we headed back to set up the tent. We took out our pajamas but after stripping out of our swimsuits, never did put them on. It was much more comfortable to read his magazines in the nude.
Around nine, Mrs. Faulkner came out to check on us. When she unzipped the flap, she found us without a stitch on. I think she had too much wine at dinner because she muttered, "If only I was a little younger." Then she wished us a good night and said not to disturb them unless it was an emergency.
We continued to peruse the magazines. After a few minutes, Charley speculated what they were doing in the house. I hoped it was just playing pinochle. Even that sounded eerie.
The next we knew, the zipper ripped open again. I figured it was one of the fathers, and we'd have our bottoms tanned. Instead, Maggie stood there, holding the hypno-glasses.
"May I join you?"
I tried to hide my cock with the magazine. "Why aren't you at the slumber party?"
"I wanted to make sure you didn't have blue balls after the girls came over." I had never heard her talk like that, but I loved it. She knelt between us while waving the glasses around. "So are you ready to put me under again?"
That had to be the stupidest question ever. I grabbed the instruction sheet while Charley adjusted the specs on his sister. A few minutes later, Maggie was again referring to me as Master.
We had her do a strip dance while we jerked off. With her naked, we had her pleasure herself while we watched. All this in the dim light of a single electric lantern.
As we lay there, I kept expecting Maggie to grab her clothes, or the backdoor to open, or a raccoon to attack us. That would have been our typical twelve-year-old luck. Nevertheless, Maggie cuddled with both of us, our parents remained occupied inside, and no critters appeared.
The lantern battery began dying, probably from too much reading. Turning it off, Charley asked Maggie what she wanted to do. I expected her to say to go to sleep, or at best, jerk us off. Instead she said, "I want Dave to take my virginity."
I almost died. I shook my head, thinking my ears heard her wrong. When I realized she wasn't kidding, I panicked. I had no idea what to do and didn't want to make a fool of myself. Such problems become well known very quickly.
Sensing my anxiety, Maggie whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. I'll guide you. You are my Master after all."
I glanced toward my best buddy. "Just be nice to her."
We shifted around in the tiny tent. Maggie positioned herself with my cock in her mouth, trying to get it hard. From behind her, Charley massaged her tiny boobies. When she felt ready, Maggie squirmed around, lying on her back with her legs spread. Charley placed a towel under her butt. "Easier to clean than blankets" he said. That made little sense to me since the blankets hadn't been cleaned in years.
I took my place in the missionary position. My raging hard-on poked her a couple of times, I think in the thigh, before she guided it to her welcoming opening. Tentatively, I probed the warm, wet area.
"Right there," she said. "Push hard, Master."
I did as I was told and felt the warmth I hadn't expected. I paused, having heard girls hurt the first time, waiting for a sign to continue. "Gently," she whispered.
Letting my instincts take over, I inserted and withdrew from her love canal. Her muscles tightened around me, squeezing then loosening as I moved, until I could progress no longer. Her legs grabbed me, holding me tight inside. "Fuck me," she said when she relaxed. "Fuck me hard."
I did so until the friction stimulated her nerves, and she quivered. Feeling that, I shot everything I had left into her. She held me inside her as best as she could. No worries there, I wasn't pulling out until I had to.
"I love you, Dave," she whispered as we rolled onto our sides.
"I do too," I said as my eyes began to close. The last thing I knew, Charley spooned his twin as the three of us lost the battle with sleep.
I glanced at Maggie sitting in her chair. "I was such a bad girl that night. I ended up with a crick in the neck that hurt worse than what I expected to."
"I can still remember that smile on your face when we woke up."
We sat quietly for a minute or so, replaying the night in our heads. Christy, without our memories, became impatient. "So what happened next?"
"We all thought we were in so much trouble," said Maggie. "But when we dragged ourselves into the house to use the bathroom, nobody noticed. In fact, your grandmother was in the kitchen, busily fixing her famous omelets and laughing with Dave's father. It wasn't until we finished our breakfast that the other two showed their faces."
"And your father had the biggest grin on his face. Didn't he, Maggie?"
Christy's eyes widened. "Do you think Grandpa and Uncle Dave's mom were…"
"We knew better than to ask," I said with a chuckle. "But our two families always spent a lot of time together."
"And then…" said the relentless preteen.
I sat back and smiled. That brought a playful kick from Maggie. "Yeah, with you boys it was all fun and games. Mom whisked me off to the doctor's to put me on the pill. Then I got the Talk."
"What talk?" asked the girl.
"The one I'm giving you tomorrow. The one about sex."
"Oh." Then a smile came over Christy's face. "Oh boy!"
I decided to take us off on a tangent. "The next thing I knew, you were streaming your girlfriends in Charley's direction."
Before we could go there, the phone interrupted us. While Maggie answered it, Christy shifted over to sit on my lap facing me. "You're making my mom happy again."
I didn't respond, figuring this would blow over at the end of the weekend. We would be going back to our separate lives.
When Maggie returned, she said, "Dave, this time it was your mother. She sent her condolences. And said you owe her a call." She took her daughter's place on the couch next to me.
"You two are the worst storytellers," said Christie as she gestured for the next part.
"That fantastic fall led to the cold of winter. Just after New Year's, my father informed us he had a new job out of state. And when William Davenport made a decision, he carried through, no matter the consequences. By March, we were packed, ready to move. I was never so sad in my life. In fact, I begged to stay here, even just for the school year. My father wouldn't relent. So that weekend we had one last time together. It was the last time I saw your uncle."
I thought for a moment. "You know, I barely saw Charley that weekend. I never understood that."
"It was supposed to be his parting gift to you." Maggie squeezed my hand. "He had two reasons for staying away. For one, he hated to say goodbye."
"I always thought he was just pissed at me." Tears came to my eyes. Just like that last weekend a dozen years ago.
We spent the better part of two months packing up our house. My father headed off without us, starting his new job and scouting for our new home. If we weren't scrubbing, or scraping, or tossing, or packing, Mom and me were camped out over here. It was too depressing to live in the home filled with boxes.
I spent most of the time with Charley, though a little with Maggie. He had me smuggle one of his magazines into my packing, the issue with the girl in the Daisy Dukes.
Mom crossed off the days on the wall calendar until the fateful weekend arrived. Dad came home to supervise the loading of the moving van. I had few souvenirs of my preteen life to take with me.
With our furniture on the road, the Davenports moved in as guests of the Faulkners. When they made Charley's room the designated guest room, I hoped we could put up the tent. As the outdoor temperature was too cold, we erected it in the living room. Then the strangest thing happened. Charley announced he was spending the weekend at his friend's house. And I wasn't invited.
That last night, I didn't even have a bite of dinner. Instead, I just sat in the tent alone, crying to myself. One by one I heard people head upstairs until they extinguished the last light downstairs. In the dark I felt even worse.
I heard the grandfather clock chime ten when I finally closed my eyes. At the quarter hour, it dinged again. At the same time, the zipper opened. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it at the intruder.
Maggie stood there in her flimsy nightie holding the hypno-specs. "May I join you?" she whispered.
In a daze, I almost said, "Get away from me." But my senses recovered faster than my mouth acted. "Come in."
"Sh!" she shushed me. "I don't think all of our parents are asleep yet. I heard at least one of them moving."
"What are you doing here?"
"I felt bad about how you were treated and wanted to make it up to you. One last chance at hypnotizing me."
I nodded as she donned the glasses. I recited the instructions and she fell under the spell once again. Each time it worked quicker. I had her remove the lingerie while I pulled off my pajamas. Once naked, I held her in my arms.
"Put your nipple in my mouth," I said. She did, having the strawberry lip gloss-coated tip touch my tongue. Since the last encounter, her tits had grown into true mounds, although they had a ways to go. I sucked and licked it and its twin until the clock struck the bottom of the hour.
"Spread your legs." I lowered my face onto her pussy, continuing my oral ministrations there. Inside and out I licked, getting her wet. I found her clit and playfully bit it. Her thighs caught my head and her hands held me in place as she twitched.
"Lie still," I said when she finally released me. I shifted until we were face to face. My aim had improved since that first time. I needed no guidance help as I located the opening and then pushed inside. Her body resisted the intrusion, though not as much as the previous times.
When I had entered her as far as I could, I paused. "Tell what you want."
"Fuck me, Master. Fuck me so I never forget you."
I did so, probably being the roughest I have ever been. I took out my rage against the move and my family and the absent Charley. I squirted into her more than I had ever done before.
"Tell me what you want," I said when we stopped quivering.
"Again, Master," she said.
Being so young, I needed only a short period to recharge. Then we went at it again. And again.
At some point we fell asleep. I woke to hear the grandfather clock chime again. And then a soft voice call out. "Are you kids all right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Faulkner," I answered softly. "I think Maggie finally fell asleep."
"Good. I hope you were successful. Good night."
I put my bag in the car before returning to the house. "So are you going to say goodbye again?" asked Maggie. "Or just sneak away like back then?"
"I thought I'd get started. I have work and everything. It has been fun reminiscing with you. We should get together sometime."
Christy appeared at the door, hypno-glasses in hand. She looked just like her mother a dozen years before. Only that night Maggie put them on. "Don't you want to try them?" the girl asked.
"I always resisted, being more of the command giver."
"Then can I try them, and have you as my Master?"
I glanced at her mother who simply shrugged in response. "I guess I could delay leaving for a little bit."
With her mother watch, we sat down together on the couch, facing each other. "I'll try to remember the commands." I flipped on the switch and said, "Christy, just relax."
For the next few minutes, I stumbled through my memories until I had her arm float upward. When it did, I waved at Maggie. "I think she's under. What should I do next?"
"What did you do to me first?"
"I…ah…we had you take your tee shirt off."
"Well?"
"But, she's your daughter."
"Are you going to harm her?" I shook my head no. "Did you ever hurt me?" I shook my head no again. "Then I trust you."
"Christy, take off your shirt." The preteen pulled her tee over her head, knocking the hypno-glasses off in the process. Since she was already under my control, we left them on the ground.
All I could do was stare at her chest and the pale pink puffy nipples on the apex of her developing titties. "They're just like I remember on you, Maggie. Just like the first time I saw them." I reached forward and rotated them with my thumb so they stood up.
"Go ahead, Dave. You know you want to kiss them."
Carefully, I leaned forward and took the left one in my lips. The years fell away as I returned to Maggie's girlhood bedroom. The taste slightly of cherry had haunted me all these years. I swapped to the right and lost my mind. My willing partner began to mew like a kitten, just like her mother had.
"That brought back memories, ones I don't even remember. Thank you for letting me do that."
"What, are you done? I thought you did more with me. You don't want to waste this opportunity, do you?"
I stared at the woman. "Really? I can do…anything?"
"It might be your only chance."
I couldn't let it slip away. "Christy, stand up. Unbutton your shorts and let them fall to your feet before stepping out of them." Down went her Daisy Dukes and she stood there, wearing only her virgin white panties. "Turn around slowly so I may study your beauty." She did, displaying the cutest little girl butt I ever saw.
Before I got admonished again, I said, "Now lower your panties and kick them off." That left her naked, showing off her untouched slit. "Turn around again." I almost had a heart attack as I saw those perfect ass cheeks.
"Perhaps we should change venues," said Maggie. The window blinds aren't reliable."
I led the naked preteen up the stairs and into the master bedroom. "Lie down on your back and spread your legs." I buried my face in her pussy and licked her to an orgasm. I hadn't tasted little girl juices in so long.
As she swooned in ecstasy, I glanced at the stripping Maggie. She had maintained the perfect body all this time. When naked, she laid down next to her daughter, with her fingers diddling her clit.
"Are you going to join us or are you done?"
I ripped off my traveling clothes and modified my position. By then my cock stood straight out. I lined it up with the promised land and gently pushed it to touch the girl's barrier. "Sorry," I mumbled. And then pushed hard.
I felt Christy jerk as I invaded her body, pausing then for her to adjust. Then I fucked her, hard and rough until her body climaxed. I shot everything into her and then some.
I grabbed her, kissing everywhere and almost squeezing her to death. As my hormones hit, my brain collapsed and sleep overtook me.
I woke up covered with a sheet, with a naked Christy sandwiched between me and her mother. "Morning," whispered Maggie.
"Is it?" I asked.
"Only an expression. It's just been an hour."
"Oh, good."
"So, are you still leaving?"
I shook my head no. "I could never leave you again."
"Even better," she said with a smile. "So did you enjoy that?"
"Of course." I thought for a moment. "It was a once in a lifetime experience."
Maggie giggled. "I'm not sure if Christy would think so."
I took her hand and together we caressed the sleeping girl.
"Dave, can I ask you something?"
"Okay."
"Will you make an honest woman out of me?"
"My pleasure."
"It's a package deal, you know."
"I'm counting on it."
Three months later, we eloped to Las Vegas. There we met up with her parents and my widowed mother. Just the six of us celebrated our getting hitched. For me, the other highlight of the trip was the new bride and her preteen maiden-of-honor sharing the toilet over their bouts of morning sickness.
At home, we converted Charley's room into a nursery for the babies. Little Charlie (named by Christy for her uncle) and Willie (named by Maggie for my father) look like twins or maybe just have their mothers' features. The five of us made the house into the home it should always have been.
One day we were sitting around as we usually did, wearing only two diapers among the five of us, and a thought struck me. "You know, Maggie, one thing has always bothered me. Back on the day after the unreal, you said there were two reasons Charley stayed away that weekend. What was the other?"
Maggie and Christy broke out in giggles. "I told you he's bad at math, Mom."
"Huh?"
"Dave when we learned you were leaving, we hatched a plan. You couldn't leave if you were going to be a father. Charley gave us the opportunity to be alone. And I stopped taking my pills. We knew exactly when I was ovulating and set you up."
"Too bad you didn't get pregnant."
"But she did," said Christy.
"But your father said it didn't matter. And you left anyway."
I looked at the teen girl next to me. "So, you're my daughter? And you knew?"
"For a long time, Uncle Dave. Or should I call you Daddy?"
"Then I just committed incest."
"Not for the first time," said Maggie. "My father got injured during the war. Your father stepped in to make us twins."
I looked at Maggie. "You're my sister?"
"Half sister actually. Does that bother you?"
I shook my head no. "They say incest is best."
Maggie picked up Willie while Christy carried Little Charlie. "Let's put them down for their nap," the younger mom said. "Then let's fuck. I want another baby before high school. I'll bring the hypno-glasses.
"Thank heaven for those," I said after Christy hurried out of earshot. "Without them I wouldn't have my loving family."
Maggie began to chuckle. "You do realize they're fake, right?"
My mouth dropped open. "But you were hypnotized."
"They didn't work any better than the x-ray glasses. But Charley and I decided to prank you in my room and then at that first camp-out. After that I just wanted to fuck your brains out. And I let Christy in on the hoax after she met you."
The whole time I had been played for a sucker. I thought I was in control, but really they were. Then again I had two wonderful lovers and three beautiful daughters. What more could I ask for?
"Does Christie know that I know?" My wife shook her head. "Don't tell her quite yet."
We put the babies down, and Maggie shooed me out of the nursery. "I'll join you shortly."
I headed for the bedroom when an idea popped into my head. "Oh Christy, reach into my drawer and get the tube of lube. After I put you under I'm going to finally take your butt."
I peeked into the room to see her reaction. "About fucking time," said my bespectacled daughter, shaking her bare ass at me.
I had to thank Charley for giving me the greatest gifts in the world: his sister and especially his niece. He was the best friend a guy could ever have. Rest in peace, brother.
