Jilted Niece

by Lubrican

I recently attended a family wedding, and at the reception I was asked to dance by one of my nieces. Her name is Cathy. She came up to me and said she would like to dance with her favorite uncle, which made me smile. She and I had always been close and my usual greeting was, "Come give your favorite uncle a big hug." The music was slow, and I held out my hand to escort her onto the tiny dance floor at one end of the big room being used for the gathering.

She came into my arms and settled what, on an older woman, I would have called her ample chest against mine. Since she's only a senior in high school I tried not to think of her breasts as large, but let's face the facts. They were. For a woman of such tender years, she was stacked like a brick shithouse. We moved slowly around the floor and she pressed those big, soft mounds against my chest and sighed. I inevitably started to rise, which was also usual. I had lusted after this girl since she was thirteen and transitioned from being a tomboy to a young woman. Cathy snuggled against me, then leaned back to look me in the eye. "Uncle Bob, am I giving you a hard-on?"

Now, this might sound bold for a seventeen-year-old girl, but Cathy was like that, at least with me. Nothing scared her and she and I had enjoyed some fairly intimate conversations in the past. Another adult, standing near us, who heard that might have been shocked. I was not, and nobody else heard.

I whispered in her ear, "Sweetness, I'm not going to try to bullshit you. It has been so long since I held a beautiful, voluptuous, young woman in my arms that, yes indeed, I am getting a raging hard-on, even though you are my niece and I should be able to hold my emotions in check."

She looked up at me and said, "Thank you. Since my stupid boyfriend decided to dump me and start dating Roslyn Shepherd I've been feeling a little unattractive. It's nice to know a man still gets excited over me. I feel like I could dance with you like this all night long."

I replied, "That would be great for me, too, except I'd keep wanting to dance the horizontal mambo and that's not really fair to you. I've had just enough to drink to make me feel like anything goes. Therefore, instead of making you dance with a drooling ogre all evening I think I am going to call it a night and head back to my room."

"You're staying here, right?" She asked. "What's your room number?"

The families of both the bride and groom were staying in the hotel where the reception was being held and it was a family reunion, of sorts, in addition to being a wedding celebration.

"I'm in 204," I said. "Why?"

"Maybe I'll drop by for a nightcap," she said with a grin. "You know. Tuck you in? Make sure you're all nice and comfy?" I swear she ground her loins against my unruly boner.

"Regrettably, you, my lovely, are too young for nightcaps," I said. "And if anybody found out you tucked me in it would be a scandal of the highest magnitude, not to mention dangerous in the extreme for you."

"You don't scare me, mister ogre," she giggled. "And what nobody else knows about won't cause any problems." She had an impish smile on her lovely face.

"You are staying in a room with your father and my sister. If you sashay out don't you think they'll notice and wonder where you're going?" I queried.

"My parents are in the process of getting blotto and will probably have to be helped to our room," she said. "If I leave to come visit you they'll never know the difference."

She was serious! She intended to do some late night gadding about. She was heartbroken and ripe for "comforting" and her lush body made my prick actually ache.

"Don't do anything that would get you in trouble," I said, softly.

"Don't do what most of the boys I know would do with that thing in your pants, until I get there," she whispered.

I was shocked. She'd always been easy around me and adult topics of conversation had been fairly regular as she grew up, but this was way over the top, even for her. We parted and I saw her go towards her parents who were, in fact, sitting at a table with my other sister and her husband, with a dozen empty glasses on the table. It had been an open bar and they had taken advantage of that.

Forty minutes later there was a soft knock on the door of my room. I opened the door, and Cathy slipped in.

"You came," I said.

"Not yet," she teased. Her eyes were bright.

I ignored her innuendo, the second instance of it that night that shocked me, and instead tried to make sure this wouldn't turn into a disaster.

"Are your parents ... resting?" I asked.

"I undressed them and put them in bed. I hope they both think they got lucky tonight." She giggled.

"You undressed them? That must have been interesting," I ventured.

"Daddy fell on the bed as soon as we got to the room. Mom was singing a little tune as I undressed her. When I told her I needed help undressing Daddy she started giggling. When we got everything except his shorts off she told me to close my eyes, but she kept giggling."

"And did you close your eyes?" I asked.

"Of course not," she said. "I never got to see one for real. I have to say it was a little disappointing."

"They all are when they're soft," I said.

"Anyway, they were both out like a light when I left," she said. "And ... here I am."

"Here you are, indeed," I said. "So ... do you actually want that drink?" I asked

"No. I was sneaking champagne tonight and I've already had just enough to be brave without having so much as to be stupid. What I need is another patented Uncle Bob hug."

I held her against me and rubbed her back. She melted against me and moaned, "That feels so good. I've needed your hugs for two weeks, now."

"Is that how old your breakup is?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighed. "I didn't think we were that involved, but I guess we were."

"It's been a rough two weeks?" I guessed.

"I've been furious half the time, and horny out of my mind the other half," she moaned.

"The horny part might just be hormones," I suggested. My hand was perilously close to her firm, round ass.

"Maybe," she said. "I never felt this horny when I was with him. Maybe that was part of the problem. He kept wanting to do things and I kept telling him I wasn't ready. I guess he finally decided that if he couldn't get it from me, he'd get it from Roslyn Shepherd." She added, under her breath, "The slut."

"Well, his loss is some other lucky boy's gain," I said. I pushed her back before my hands mauled her ass. She was wearing a scoop-necked dress, and I got a good look at her fabulous cleavage. That cleavage had developed rapidly and had always been her bane. She went from an A cup when she was thirteen to a B cup and then a C cup by the time she turned sixteen. She had told me it felt like she was carrying a pair of puppies around on her chest, and that boys, who hadn't paid much attention to her before this, wouldn't leave her alone. I had told her she was Playboy Bunny material, and that it was only partly her gorgeous looks that was causing her boy problems. "You're also fun to be around," I had told her. "Fun, happy girl is also very sexy girl. The body just smacks them up side of the head and they can't think after that."

I looked from her cleavage to her eyes and realized I was busted. Now, as she looked up at me with those devastating blue eyes, I saw her eyes about to overflow with tears. Tears always do something to me and this time they made me do something foolish.

I pulled her to me again and leaned down to nuzzle her behind her right ear while I felt her firm ass with my hands.

"I'm sorry you're sad," I said, softly.

She put her arms around my neck, and the next thing I knew her full lips were pressed against mine. My cock was so hard it almost twanged, and she slipped just the tip of her tongue between my lips, rubbing it against my teeth. I sucked hard, and her tongue slid deep into my mouth. That kiss lasted a minute, maybe more, and it communicated things between us that were a magnitude of intimacy farther along than we'd been before this. When we paused, her lips brushed mine as she said, "I'm so horny, Uncle Bob. Please help me."

I continued to do the wrong things. I slid my hand up her back, grasped the zipper pull, and slid it all the way down to the small of her back. There was no bra strap to run into as my fingers drifted back up her bare skin. She shivered and then pushed back to shrug her shoulders out of the straps that held her dress on. The dress slid to her waist.

I knew they'd be fantastic, but I didn't know they'd be this good. They were perfect -- round, full, firm, and tipped with brown nipples that were already stiff. I took one in each hand and cradled them like they were rare, exquisite vases. I had to taste them. I took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking in both the nipple and areola, which was about the size of a quarter. They were long enough I could almost munch on them and I did.

"Ohhhh," she groaned. "Maybe I should have let Jeff do this to me."

I paused long enough to say, "No, you shouldn't have. Has anybody else done this?"

"No," she gasped, as I sucked the other one. "Nobody's done anything to me except kiss me."

I knew then that this gorgeous young woman would not leave my room a virgin.

"Can we get on the bed, please?" she moaned.

I let her breathe, standing there, topless.

"That would be a real danger to your virtue," I said.

"Fuck my virtue," she rasped. She froze, frowned, and then grinned. "Fuck my virtue! Get it?" She laughed gaily.

I got it. So, obviously, did she, and it didn't bother her in the least.

We fell into each other's arms on top of the bedspread but I didn't just jump her bones. She would have let me, but I wanted this night to be special. To be honest, I wanted her to want to come back to me in the future for more rounds of this.

"Cathy, honey, I want to do this, but my main goal here is to make this a happy memory. I want to give you pleasure, so tell me what you like, and I will do anything you ask."

"I don't know what I like," she panted, gently. "Except the sucking my nipples part. I definitely know I like that."

"If something comes to you, just say it," I said. "Nothing is silly or stupid in this situation. Okay?"

"You've done this a lot, so you know what to do. I've seen you with all those beautiful women. Why you haven't kept one in all these years I have no clue. They were all gorgeous."

"None of them could hold a candle to you," I said.

"You're so silly," she said, kissing my chin. "I can't be your girlfriend. People would be shocked. They'd call you a pervert."

"Cathy, Baby, I'm about to be a pervert," I said.

"Mmmm, I can't wait," she said.

"Why so suddenly?" I asked.

"When I was dancing with you tonight it just hit me. I didn't want to do anything with Jeff because I knew I didn't love him. I've never loved any of the other boys I went out with either. But I've always loved you and I've always had naughty dreams about doing things with you, too. So I just decided I'd waited long enough."

"And you're sure?"

"I want your big, hard, perverted uncle penis in my pussy tonight," she said, firmly. "I'm tired of being a virgin and I want you to take it from me."

"Are you on birth control?" I asked.

"No," she said, suddenly sounding nervous.

"Did you bring a condom?"

"Of course not. The guy is supposed to carry those," she said.

"Not if he's not planning on having sex," I said. "And it's your womb, so you have the primary responsibility for looking after it."

"I want your sperm to be the first to get into my womb," she said.

"Sweetheart, there is nothing in the world I'd love more than seeing your pretty tummy swell up and know I was responsible for that, but I don't think you want to have your uncle's baby."

"Uncle Bob," she said, as firmly as a girl could speak. "I'm not leaving here a virgin tonight. Do I have to call for room service and have the bellboy who delivers it fuck me?"

"No," I said. "That will not be necessary. Just remember I warned you."

"You could pull out," she suggested.

I laughed.

"Once I put my nasty, perverted uncle penis in your pretty pussy, Sweetheart, I wouldn't take it out when I spurted if there was a gun to my head."

"That's what I wanted to hear," she breathed.

She hopped off the bed and shimmied out of her dress. Her lacy, black thong quickly followed and then she attacked my clothing with a vengeance. When I was naked she crawled on top of me and settled her virgin pussy lips down on the bottom of my rock hard prick. Her soft puff of pubic hair tickled the skin right at the tip of my cock.

She wasn't in a hurry, either. She commenced to make out with me in a fashion I assumed she was more familiar with. She may not have let any boys get to first base, but she gave them batting practice galore, based on how good a kisser she was. Her passion was genuine, which is a real plus in a situation like this. When a woman is really turned on while she's with you, it makes you eager to ring her bell.

And fertilize her eggs, of course.

Finally she sat up on me. I think the instinct to grind her pussy on my erection was just that, instinct.

"I haven't done anything," she said. "I don't know what to do."

"What are you curious about?" I asked.

She rubbed a little while she thought.

"I've always thought oral would be nasty. You know ... putting your mouth where someone pees? I know tons of people do it, though, so I have to be wrong. Right now, here with you, I'm curious about that."

"There are pros and cons," I said. "Some people like to take showers first, while others like the natural quality of the body's scents. I have never done that to a woman and failed to enjoy both her scent and taste. On the woman's side of things, women seem to either love doing it or fail to be impressed. A man can tell whether she's into it or not and if she's not then, at least for me, it's not all that much fun. Then there's the taste in the woman's mouth. Even if a man doesn't cum in her mouth, he leaks while she's ... um ... doing her thing. I am told that men have individual, unique tastes and that it depends on their diet and state of health. Regardless of all that, she will either like the taste, or not. Even if the taste doesn't bother her, swallowing that kind of fluid might, so some women want to spit. It's a lot to have to decide on in just a few minutes, especially if you've never done it before. One of the pros, assuming you don't want a particular penis inside you, is that if you suck it, then it will get nice and soft and become harmless."

"Can I try it with you?" she asked.

"I'd be honored," I said.

She scooted down my legs, coming to a stop on my shins. She probably only weighed a hundred and twenty pounds, so my lower legs didn't complain. Then, also possibly by instinct, she moved her knees until one was between my legs and the other outside. When she lay forward and put her face right beside my erection, her pussy pressed against my left shin and she dragged it up and down the hard skin there one time.

Her hand reached for my little soldier and she grasped it.

"It's hot!" she said.

"It's 98.6 degrees," I replied.

"It feels so different," she sighed, as she squeezed and let go. "It's hard, but it's also soft somehow."

She moved it this way and that, like it was a joystick. Come to think of it, it was a joy to have her handle my stick.

"It looks different than Daddy's," she said.

"His was soft, remember?"

"No, I mean the tip. Even soft, the tip of his looked very different than yours."

"He's probably circumcised. I'm not," I replied.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I remember that from health class. I always felt sorry for babies who had something cut off the tip of their tiny little penises."

"They don't remember the pain," I said. "My parents let me keep mine on purpose. My mother - your grandma - told me they did that because the foreskin increases the pleasure of having sex."

"No way!" she gasped. "Grandma Archer said that?"

"She did. I was thirteen and the jocks in my gym class were all cut. They made fun of anybody who wasn't and I asked my parents why my penis was that way. My dad said he had something important to do and left. My mother wasn't so squeamish and she told me why they decided not to have me circumcised. Keep the grip you have and move your hand down, towards my balls."

She did and the foreskin under discussion moved halfway off my glans. Her grip was too low to retract it all the way and she figured that out all by herself. She adjusted and made my foreskin disappear.

"That is so cool!" she squealed.

She moved her hand all the way up and made a thick, circular collar at the tip of Mister Happy.

"That is the puckered lips that would love to be kissed," I said.

She looked up at me and I saw the calculation on her face. Did she want to kiss those lips ... or not? Her hand moved downwards again and those devastating blue eyes watched as it went back up. Then she pulled on the joystick, like a pilot heading for the clouds, and put her warm lips right on the tip of my cock. There was a smacking sound and then she did it again. Her hand moved a little, which bared the tip, with its one little eye. She stared at my cyclops and then kissed that, too. Her hand kept moving and she ended up kissing the sides of the knob and the tip, again. She pulled the foreskin back up and kissed that bunched skin again, probing gently with the tip of her tongue. This time, when she moved her hand down, she almost delicately moved her open mouth over the knob. Her lips closed behind the glans and her cheeks caved in as she sucked. She just held the suction for a bit and I felt her tongue tentatively explore the hard skin on the surface of what she was sucking on.

The suction vanished and she lifted her head, looking at my face.

"I can't believe I did that," she said.

"You did," I assured her.

"Can I keep doing it?"

"Understanding that, if you do, there will be ... flavor ... at some point," I said.

"It doesn't taste like anything right now," she said. She turned her face sideways and laid it on my thigh. I heard a deep intake of breath and she looked up again.

"I love the way you smell," she said. "I might like the taste, too."

"I am yours to play with," I said.

"If it shoots, it will get soft, right? This is fun but I don't want you to get soft."

"Sweetheart, if you make it soft it won't stay that way. It wants to crawl up in your pretty pussy at some point and it will get motivated to do that."

She went back to sucking my prong, but this time there was no tentative quality to it at all. She sucked and moved her lips several inches down the shaft before dragging them back up. It felt fantastic, but the real joy in it was who was doing it. I loved her and I wanted her life to be as full of joy and happiness as possible. I knew I was a peripheral in her life, but if she could learn how to do this well by using me, then whatever lucky man snared her would end up being happy and, hopefully, be energized to make her happy, too. I might be stealing the virginity he would wish she had saved for him, but he'd get the benefit of what she learned with me.

Normally, I enjoy a good dick-suck, but I rarely get off that way, unless the suck-er also masturbates the shaft. Because it was Cathy, though, I felt my sap rising and let it happen. The fact that she was masturbating against my shin while she did this probably helped.

"I'm close, Baby," I panted. "You're going to get that taste any second, now."

If anything, she moved her head faster and sucked harder.

"Ohhhh, Cat," I groaned, using the nickname I had called her by for years.

She made a noise in her throat when I fed her a couple of ounces of semen and then she got up on all fours. Her mouth was closed and her eyes were wide, and a little glazed. Her mouth opened and I saw the mess inside, but she didn't do it to motivate or please me. She just opened it to breathe, I think. I could see her trying to decide what to do next, but this was so rapid I couldn't really follow the process. She closed her mouth again and I saw her cheeks depress slightly as I heard her swallow. She opened her mouth again, closed it, and swallowed again.

Her eyes cleared and she looked at me.

"That wasn't so bad," she commented.

"I'm glad," I panted. "By the way, it was fantastic for me. Thank you."

"It wasn't bad at all," she said again. "In fact, I liked it. I especially like the sucking part. It feels good in my mouth." She closed her mouth and swallowed again. Then she looked down at the penis she had just sucked and abandoned and saw the little puddle of cum that had seeped out of it when it lay down for a nap. She lifted one hand and scooped the little globule up with her pointer finger. She peered at it, momentarily, and then put it in her mouth and sucked it clean. I could see her evaluating the taste and she swallowed a fourth time. She looked at me and said, "I think I'll be doing that again in the future."

She didn't specify who would be the recipient so I replied, "Well, whoever you do it to will be a very happy man."

She blinked, still on all fours, with those luscious breasts hanging from her chest.

"It will be you, Silly," she said. "I wouldn't do that with any other man. I wouldn't do any of this with any other man!"

"Oh," I said, weakly.

"I just wish you didn't live so far away," she said. "By the way, is there any chance I could live with you while I go to Taylor?"

Taylor College is located in Taft City, where I live.

"Live with me?" I repeated, also weakly.

"It was Mom's idea," she said. "I want to get a degree in architecture and Taylor has a good program. It's also less tuition for in-state students and I want to minimize my student loans as much as possible."

"I didn't know you were thinking about going to Taylor," I said.

"That's because you ignore us," she accused. "You haven't come to visit for years and you only call for birthdays. When would I have had time to tell you my plans?"

"I am flawed," I admitted. "I'm also sorry if you feel like I have ignored you. I think about you and your mother sometimes, but I'm usually busy doing something that prevents me from picking up the phone at that moment."

"You could call when you get finished with work," she said.

I suddenly realized this was typical of my relationships with women. Here we were, naked, she having just sucked my cock, and we were getting into an argument. This was why my relationships always failed. Arguments are not sexy and they don't motivate me, at least, to try to be pleasant.

"Could we have this argument some other time?" I asked. "I would rather make love right now than argue."

She blinked.

"I'm not mad at you," she said. "I just said the reason you don't know I want to go to Taylor is because we don't talk very often."

"How can I make it up to you?" I asked. I know now it was foolish to ask that, but at that point I just wanted the ambiance of the room to improve.

"You can tell me you'll let me live with you when I go to college, so it won't cost as much. Mom says she won't worry as much about me if I live with you, too."

"Well that's obviously an error of judgment," I said. "You just sucked my dick, and when it gets hard again I'm going to thoroughly debauch you. If anything your mother should worry because you want to live with me!"

"My mother is snoring happily right now," said Cathy. "It was her idea for me to live with you, but as soon as she said it, I knew that's what I wanted. I knew that before tonight. Tonight just makes me more sure it's the perfect thing for me to do."

"Sweetheart, I love you to pieces, but if you live with me, especially after tonight, you'll get chased around the kitchen table all day long. You won't get any peace and neither will I."

"Ohhh, poor me," she said.

She finally crawled forward and lay down on top of me again, crushing those fabulous breasts against my chest.

"I'll make you leave me alone when you should be working," she said.

"I'm an author," I replied. "I should be working any time my muse is whispering in my ear."

She scooted forward enough to put her lips right by my ear.

"Like this?" she whispered. Then she licked my ear.

"I'd never get any work done," I groaned.

"I could be your inspiration," she said. "By the way, Mom read one of your books. She said she was shocked, but I think she liked it."

"How did she know it was mine?" I asked. I use a pseudonym because I write erotic fiction and if my neighbors knew that they'd try to ride me out of town on a rail.

"I guess you told my dad what your author name was and he got one of your books. He told her it was good and she read it, too. Then he told her it was you who had written it."

I had told my sister's husband what name I wrote under. It was when we were having a drink one time and I broke my rule of staying anonymous. I didn't think he'd read anything, especially since I told him my stuff was in the genre of "naughty books." He was curious as to whether or not I could live off of the royalties and impressed that I could.

"Do you remember the name of the book?" I asked. I really hoped it wasn't one of the ones where the male character fucked the shit out of the female character who happened to be his sister. Incest sells better than other types of romance novels, which seems ironic in this society.

"No," she said. "It was something about a guy who has amnesia after an accident and how people try to help him figure out who he is."

"Oh," I said. "That's one of my better ones."

"Mom wouldn't let me read it," said the naked girl lying on my chest.

"That's because it has lots of sex in it," I said. "She obviously doesn't think you're ready for sex."

Cathy rubbed her body against mine in an exaggerated fashion and then scooted up to kiss me.

"She's wrong," said my niece when the kiss was over.

"Seriously, after tonight, if you lived with me it could get very awkward," I said.

"Do you mean I'd cramp your style with all those beautiful women you date?"

"No. It means I'd want us to be like this a lot," I said. I stroked her back and squeezed an ass cheek. "If you lived with me I wouldn't be interested in other beautiful women."

"I don't think that would be awkward," she said. "I think that would be very nice. I think not having the distraction of dating would improve my scholastic endeavors."

"You would definitely have to be on birth control," I said.

"Then I'll get on birth control," she said. "Pleeease? Can I live with you?"

"I think you're insane," I sighed. I waited another ten seconds. "But okay."

She had been lying on me very peacefully and relaxed. Her weight didn't bother me at all. Suddenly, though, her weight increased as the physics of her jumping up off of me somehow made her heavier for a second.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. "I'm so happy right now!"

Then she started sucking my dick again. Enough time has passed that it responded, so I manhandled her body into a 69 position and pulled her pussy down onto my face. She stiffened and jerked. I felt her vocalize something by the vibrations on my cock, but couldn't understand what she said. I found her clit and sucked at it and her hips slammed down against my face. I basically rubbed my face in her pussy and, since I had my typical black five o'clock shadow (I hadn't shaved because I really didn't think she'd show up) it scraped the crap out of her sensitive tissues. I would later find out she didn't like her neck and throat being scratched, but her other erogenous zones loved being stimulated that way.

I think she had an orgasm. It was hard to tell because she was moving her hips all over the place and sucking like a vacuum cleaner on steroids. I was nice and stiff when she pushed up on all fours again, lifting her pussy off of my face. She scrambled around and flopped down on me again, panting like she'd run a mile.

"Can we do it now?" she gasped. "I'm ready. I want to."

"You're already in the best position for your first time," I said. "Just wiggle down onto it."

She was a smart girl and she figured it out right away. She reached one hand between us, lifting just enough to make room, and I felt her grip my cock. She moved, rubbing her big boobs on my chest and bit her lower lips between pearly white teeth as I felt heat surround the tip of my penis. She put both hands on the covers beside my ribs and pushed up until her breasts were clear. Then she pushed backwards with a grunt. I realized she was going too fast but, by the time I tried to warn her, the damage was done. She was fully impaled on her first penis and her virgin sheath was cruelly stretched.

"Ohhh fuck," she groaned.

"You went too fast," I said, helpfully. "If you pull off, the pain will go away."

"Nope," she grunted. "Not going to do that."

She froze like that for what seemed like five minutes, but was probably only thirty seconds. Then, tentatively, she leaned forward on her stiff arms, dragging my penis out of her maybe two inches. Then she leaned back again.

"That's amazing," she breathed. "I didn't know it would feel like this. She blinked. "I didn't know what it would feel like at all."

"The pain should lessen as you stretch and get used to it," I said.

"It already has," she said. "Now I just feel stuffed."

She moved forward and backward again.

"Mmmm," she said. "Better and better."

"You have now gotten rid of your troublesome virginity," I said.

She leaned forward enough to kiss me, which pulled me almost out of her. Then she slammed back down and sat up.

"Ohhh, damn," she groaned.

"Sitting up should be done carefully," I said, helpfully.

"I love you, Uncle Bob," she panted, gently.

"Lean forward just a little," I suggested. "Put your hands on my chest and then move forward and back, instead of up and down."

She did what I recommended and her eyes widened.

"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Oh yes! This is more like it!"

I didn't ask what it was more like. I just reached for her boobs and mauled them while she rubbed one out on my cock.

She moved faster and faster, making sounds that weren't words.

"I'm gonna cum!" she squeaked, and her voice sounded surprised.

I gripped her nipples and squeezed them, pulling on them, and she went off with a wail that made me worry a little bit about how thin the walls might be. I didn't hear any complaints through those walls, though, so I let her coast on that orgasm until she wound down, like a community emergency warning siren winds down when the monthly test is complete.

She stopped, her head hanging, her arms stiff. Her dark blond hair hung, hiding her face. The only movement she made was caused by the intake and exhaust of air from her lungs. Her breasts moved gently like a dog's tail moves when he's lying on the floor, relaxed, and his master walks into the room.

"That ... was amazing," she breathed.

"Now you know what the hoop-lah is all about," I said.

"We're going to do that a lot, too," she said.

"Has your curiosity been satisfied?" I asked.

"You didn't cum, yet," she said.

"Yes, I did. I came in your pretty mouth," I reminded her.

"You didn't cum inside me," she amended.

"I'm happy," I said. "I don't have to cum in you."

"Yes you do," she said, lifting her head. "I want to feel everything with you."

"Cathy, Baby, you can feel it when it won't get you pregnant."

"It won't get me pregnant tonight," she said. "It's a safe time in my cycle right now."

I really was pretty satisfied with how things had gone. She was happy and that made me happy. I had cum once, and that was really all I needed. But when a woman asks you to cum in her it's ... motivational.

"Roll off of me," I said.

"I don't want to take it out of me," she moaned.

"I'll put it back in," I said. "I just want to be on top."

She rolled and spread her legs as I got on my hands and knees between them. Her hair was off her face, now and those ravishing eyes stared up at me. Her face was still flushed from her earlier exertions and she already had that mysterious look of a well-fucked woman.

"Put me in," I said, softly.

She reached, gripped and tugged, notching my cock between labia that didn't look like they'd been stretched much at all. We both watched as I slowly speared her defenseless pussy. We both sighed as she was filled again.

"A lot," she sighed.

"Mmmm?" I inquired.

"We're going to do this a lot," she said. Her hips arched up.

I am contrite to admit that I abused her, at that point. I went in deep and rubbed, because in my experience all the women I had been with loved that. Doing that almost guaranteed her having multiple orgasms and I wanted Cathy to have multiple orgasms. It worked with her, too. She panted, whined, and squealed her way through three orgasms before I started long-dicking her luscious adolescent pussy, pounding her with steady strokes that also hammered her clit. It wasn't until she complained that she couldn't take anymore that I drove deep and seeded my sister's little girl. I flushed her so full of sperm that, if she was wrong about being a safe time of the month, it would make me a daddy a million times over.

I am also contrite to admit that, at that point, I imagined what I always imagined when I came in a woman. I imagined her with a big belly, her hands cupping the baby within ... my baby.

I rolled us over again, to let her lie like a wet towel on top of me as we both gasped, trying to catch our breaths.

"You can't stay here," I wheezed.

"I know," she gasped. "I need a minute, though."

I stroked her back and slowly, her breathing normalized. Finally she put her hands by my ribs and pushed up again, but this time it looked like it was an effort for her to do it.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I replied.

"I didn't know it would be like that," she said.

"I hope it was enjoyable."

"Enjoyable?" She blinked half a dozen times. "Yeah, I'd say I'm glad I came to this wedding and danced with you. Right now I even like Jeff for dumping me, because this probably wouldn't have happened if he hadn't."

"I'm kind of fond of Jeff, too," I said.

"It probably would have happened anyway, when I came to live with you," she mused. "I'm pretty sure I would have tried to seduce you then."

"I'm pretty sure you would have succeeded," I admitted.

"So I really can live with you while I'm in college?"

"If your parents are okay with it," I said. "You understand what that will be like, though ... right?"

She scooted forward again, dragging those pillowy breasts up my chest and kissed me. It was more of a thank you kiss, than one filled with sexual passion.

"I'm looking forward to it," she breathed.

We got up and I watched her get dressed. As she put on her thong she commented, "I'm leaking," but she didn't do anything to alleviate that problem. I hoped her mother wouldn't see a crusty residue on that thong before it got washed.

Suddenly she was a sophisticated-looking young woman in a beautiful dress, a woman who caused hopefulness to bloom in men's hearts when they saw her. She had brought her purse with her which contained a brush and lipstick so she could repair the damage hot sex had caused.

She draped her arms across my shoulders.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. It was fun for me, too."

"Just fun?"

"I will be in pain and agony until you arrive at my house, ready to start college," I said. "I will have to work hard not to waste away while I'm waiting."

"I graduate in two months," she said. "I already have a summer job lined up, but I'll tell them I want to come early, to get situated and learn my way around and all that. That means it will only be four months before we can do this again."

"Four months?" I hammed it up. "I shall die! I shall shrivel up! I shall lie around, listless, unable to eat, drink, or sleep!"

"Write a book about us," she said. "Write a book in which a naughty uncle seduces his poor, innocent niece."

"That's not exactly how it happened," I said.

"Of course not. You write fiction. But I'll be your muse until I get there."

"That might actually work," I said.

"We just have to make sure my mother doesn't read that book," said Cathy.

"Do you think that's a possibility?"

"No, not really. She said it ruined some parts of your book because she found out it was you who wrote them."

"Good. She's one reader I don't need."

"I'll read it, though," she said. "How long will it take you to write it?"

"A book like that? It will be a short story, probably, because we don't know how things turn out between them."

"Write it so she ends up living with him after college, and she had two or three babies with him and they grow old together."

"So you like happily-ever-after plots," I surmised.

"I want us to be happy ever after," she said.

"And the babies?" I prodded.

She kissed me, just a peck on the lips.

"We'll see," she said. "The story just got started."

Then she left. She went back to her parents' room, where they were still in slumber land. She told me later she even took a shower (and washed that thong while doing so) and they never woke up.

I went back home where my computer awaited. I have never lacked ideas, though most plots have been written several thousand times, but now I had a new one. I think I wrote it in three days.

In the book she lives with him for three years before anything sexual happens. There is sexual tension there, but nothing overt happens until she gets dumped by a boyfriend she was serious with, but was holding out on sex with until they got married. Her uncle comforts her in her time of grief and that's when things take off. Of course in the book she is unprotected, because she wasn't planning on having sex until she was married, so her loving uncle knocks her up while she is shedding her unhappiness. That works out for her so three years later she writhes under him as he inseminates her and fertilizes another egg. It has the typical HEA ending and it was fun to write.

In four short months she'll be here. I will have the second bedroom in my house cleared out of the junk that's in there right now. It will be ready for an eager young woman to live in while she furthers her education. I'm sure her parents will inspect it to ensure her lodgings are acceptable. I'm sure they'll leave her in the tender care of her uncle, satisfied that she is safe and secure.

That bedroom won't get a lot of use, though, and I doubt that the sheets on "her" bed will ever have to be washed.

As to whether her life will turn out like the life of the woman in the book she inspired?

Well, we'll just have to wait to find out.

The End