Serendipity - Version Alpha
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It was clear to me. It would have been just as clear to that disinterested observer I mentioned earlier. Juvenile or not, my almost-but-not-quite eighteen-year-old niece
knew exactly what she wanted. Or at least what she thought she wanted. Things get muddy when you bring ethics into it, so I didn't. I decided, completely arbitrarily, that she
was a big girl now and she was capable on both a cerebral and emotional level of making this decision for herself.
Besides, I had a stiff prick and it remembered how furnace hot it had been inside her velvety tunnel.
So yes, I admit that it was my little brain that went into action.
"Yes," I said. "In fact, I owe you two."
"You've never had two in a row?"
"No. You can do that?"
"No, you can do that," I said. "With a little help from your friend." I grinned." That's me, just so there's no confusion."
"Two, huh," she said, sounding skeptical.
more," I said, confidently. I wasn't going to go off half-cocked this time. Or fully cocked, as it were. Nope, no hair trigger for me. Not this time.
I led her to the bedroom, where the sheets were still wrinkled from our earlier coupling. I told her to lie down and spread her legs
while bending her knees. It might have sounded a little clinical. But all that changed when I crawled on the bed and lay down with my face between her
thighs and got to know that puffy pussy first hand.
"That's not what I want," she complained as I kissed swollen labia.
"Be patient," I said. "Getting in a hurry is part of what caused the problem last time."
"Em and Ash can do that for me," she said, still complaining.
I spread what seemed like inches of pussy lips and found her clitty. Aroused or not, it was already peeking out of its hood. I sealed my lips around it and sucked.
"Mmmmm, that's what Em likes to do," purred my niece.
I nibbled, scraping, rather than biting her clit with my teeth.
"Ahhh!" she groaned." Em never did that to me!"
I didn't want to overstimulate her. Not yet. I gave her clit a break and plunged my tongue as deeply into her as I could.
"Now you're Ashley," she said, breathing deeper. "But it's different. I can feel your beard. It's really soft."
I kept tongue fucking her and put my nose to work on her bud. All I did was move my head back and forth, pushing her clit around. Then I pulled back and sucked her puffy lips into my mouth.
"Mmmm, nobody's ever done that to me," she said. "You're pretty good at this."
I nosed her lips apart again and went to work on her clit, this time in earnest. It took probably five minutes, but she wasn't
complaining any more as, finally, her hips thrust upwards and she groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling as she had what she probably thought was
the only orgasm she was going to have. But I had plans for little Caitlin. When I got finished with her this time, there would be no frowns or
I moved up her body, licking and kissing, until I got to her heaving breasts. I sucked at her nipples like a starving baby. It turned out her nipples were extra sensitive, and pretty soon I thought I could get her to number two just by squeezing, pulling and sucking her nips.
But I wanted numbers two and three to be with me in her. I reached, fisted my cock, and used the nose to pry those slick lips apart
again. I didn't go easy on her. Rather, I slid in in one long thrust, again banging my pubes against her naked mons.
Then all I did was stay deep and rotate my hips, crushing her poor clit and giving it no rest.
Number two happened about a minute later, and it was loud. I should say she was loud. The first one had been signaled by a groan and some whimpers.
This one came with ever faster gasps of "Don't stop!" and then a long, drawn out scream that practically curdled my blood. Her hips bucked again and lifted both her and me off the bed for a second or two. Then her feet drummed on my ass and the chant turned into "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as she literally shook like she was naked in the arctic.
I changed to moving back and forth, instead of circles, and every once in a while I'd pull out a bit and then drive back in. There are two kinds of orgasms, I am told. One is clitoral, and the other vaginal. In most women, one is better than the other, and some women can't have an orgasm unless the right part of her sex is stimulated. It was pretty clear Caitlin had clitoral orgasms. Now I wanted to find out if movement inside her vagina resulted in the same thing.
I had to be careful, because the hammer of my gun was getting really close to full cock again. So I couldn't just slide in and out. She was too tight and the friction felt too good to me. So about every ten strokes I pushed in and went sideways, or in a circle once.
"You're still going," she panted.
"You've had your two orgasms," I said. "Now it's bonus time."
"You're kidding me," she gasped, as I went sideways two or three times.
"You want me to quit?" I asked.
Her legs came around me instantly and her hands gripped my upper arms. "Never!" she panted.
"Then just lie back and enjoy it," I said.
It became clear that she liked the in and out, but it wasn't the thrill that having me deep inside her was. I realized the tip of my cock was
punishing her cervix when I went deep. I'd known one woman who didn't like that. It hurt her and as a result she always wanted to be on top, so she could control the depth of penetration. Caitlin hadn't complained, though, so I kept doing what I'd been doing.
The way her hips bounced upwards whenever I went in deep convinced me that her third cum needed to be clitoral. I was getting too close anyway, so I went in and gave her circles again.
Two minutes later she went off like a bomb again, croaking garbled words about how it was happening again and she couldn't believe it and other things I couldn't quite understand.
The last time her internal muscles had simply gripped me like a vise.
This time they rippled, milking my prick expertly. Her cervix was rubbing against the tip of my cock as well, and as she came down from her
orgasm, mine arrived like an F-16 jet flying at treetop level. One second everything was (relatively) quiet, and the next everything was vibrating as my penis coughed and spat, delivering another ounce of sperm-laced fluid that painted her cervix white and then spread backwards, along the shaft of my penis as I gave her short strokes in an effort to keep spurting.
My arms went limp and I fell on her. I heard an "Ooof!" and, remembering her earlier complaint, rolled off of her. There was a wet, squelching sound as my penis pulled out of her.
"Ohhhhhh," she complained." You took it out of meeee."
"I think you killed it," I gasped, dragging in deep breaths of air.
She sat up like there were springs in her body.
"No!" she wailed, looking at my cum-streaked penis. I couldn't even feel it any more, so I didn't know if it had shriveled to being
an inch or two long or not. Sometimes that's what it did when I jerked off.
"Kidding," I panted.
She slapped my chest with one hand.
"You better be," she scolded.
She flopped back down.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she breathed.
I turned my head toward her.
"I did good?"
She rolled her head and green eyes looked at me.
"There are no words to describe what that was like. It was even better than they said it would be. We're gonna' do that a lot!"
I sighed." I am so in trouble."
as long as you
keep doing that to me," she responded.
she rolled over on top
of me for kisses.
when your uncle bones
you good and proper, and you live in America, even the simplest of
not to mention that to anybody. At least
not if she liked it. If it was abuse,
then that's different, but I couldn't see what we'd done as abuse.
That would be like a child coming to the
parent saying, "Hey, I haven't had a bone bruising beating for a
while. How 'bout giving me one? See
if you can put me in the hospital. I like
I mean is that in our
case, I thought it went unsaid that we were going to tell no one about
"upgrade" to our relationship.
morning after your uncle pops your (virtual) cherry, you wake up and
know what riding cowgirl is like.
liked that, by the
way. And I found out for sure that she
liked having her cervix abused, because her favorite part of being a
was sitting straight up and trying to get as much of me in her as
humanly possible. Then she did this little
hip wiggle that
punished the tip of my cock with her cervix.
didn't have an orgasm
that way, though. Being a quick learner,
she found out that leaning forward and rocking forwards and backwards
both vaginal stimulus and constant clitty massage.
She had two orgasms and would have gone for
more except she said, "Em and Ash will be here soon.
I rolled her over and,
since she'd had her fun, I had mine.
Long, firm strokes had me ready to pop in a minute or so.
Holding myself up on my left hand, I reached
and, as the first shot rocketed through my prick, I pulled it out and
her mons with it.
out!" she complained. "I like
it when you shoot inside me. It's warm,
and I like having your stuff in me."
good for the
skin," I panted, sitting back on my calves and staring at her supine
hands came to her
pelvis and she pulled flat fingers through the mess I'd made on her
rub it in like
this?" she asked, making her hands go in circles over her lower stomach.
pulled her hands up to
her breasts and made circles around them, pinching her own nipples with
lifted one hand and
held it in front of her face. She folded
all but her index finger and looked at that.
taste," she said, almost to herself.
she licked the tip of
the finger, evaluating the taste.
Apparently there wasn't much left to taste, because she stuck
finger in her mouth and cleaned it by sucking while she pulled it back
out. Her eyes went out of focus as she
then focused on me.
don't taste much of
anything," she said.
can try it later
straight from the source," I suggested.
stared at me.
you trying to get
me to give you a blow job?"
"I'm saying that, on your road of sexual discovery, should you want to pull off to examine that particular historical marker, that option is available to you," I replied.
are so full of
it. You want me to suck your dick.
All guys want their dick sucked."
girls want their
pussy sucked," I countered.
she admitted." We'll see.
Em and Ash say I need to learn that."
same Em and Ash
you said would be here soon?" I asked, looking around.
instantly energized. "Get dressed. They can't see you like that!"
didn't respond. I just got off the bed and
went to the closet
to get clean clothes.
out of the bedroom, fingers between her legs to keep my semen from
down her thighs, headed for her own room.
I was saying, when your
uncle bones you good and proper, and you live in America, even the
girls knows not to mention that to anybody.
when Emma and Ashley
bounced into the house, calling out, "Hi, Mr. Simmons.
Where's Kat?" and I sent them up to her
room, it never dawned on me that she'd tell them ... in excruciating detail ... what had happened to her the previous night.
And morning. Including the premature ejaculation.
I had completely forgotten that both of them had told her something unthinkable, themselves.
life. Even if it's facts or information
that's assumed. If you believe something,
it can change the world in which you live.
The classic example I can think of is the bride.
You're at the wedding and she walks down the
aisle, looking beautiful and pure and unsullied by the lustful behavior
man. Of course that's not actually true,
in most cases, but it's easy to believe as you see her advance
the man whose lustful behavior she's about ready to accept.
So you view her in one way as she
her new husband.
they go off on their
honeymoon, where you know what they're doing.
And when they get back, and you look at her,
you know she's a well fucked woman. No
more innocence. No more
"maybe" she did something. Now
you know she lay back, spread her legs and (hopefully) loved
man's lustful behavior. She couldn't get
enough of his lustful behavior.
look at this woman in a
different way than you did before the honeymoon. It
just happens. And it can be awkward if you
think about that
too much and then she gives you a hug and says she's glad to see you,
you feel guilty for stripping her with your mind and wishing you were
it to her just then.
will tell you they
don't do this.
put my money on lying.
point is that I didn't
have to hear the shrieks as she gave them the blow by blow, to know
was being ... indiscreet. I could tell
the second her two friends came into the kitchen with her.
Caitlin was acting completely normal as she
said, "We're hungry. Do we have any
snacks?" The other two looked at me
as if I'd sprouted antlers, or maybe a third eye. Neither
of them said word one to me.
was written all over
their faces, and suddenly I wasn't "Mr. Simmons" any more.
was Caitlin's adult
I asked, looking at Caitlin.
course. We tell each other everything." She shrugged, like everything was fine.
what you told
them could land me in the penitentiary for fifteen to twenty," I said.
We'd never tell anybody else!" squealed
"She's right," said Ashley. I remembered then that sweet Ashley had been fucking her brother since she was thirteen. I looked at her breasts for some reason.
you really do it
with your brother?" I asked.
turned on her friend
in a horrified rage. "You told him about that?"
Caitlin said, defending herself. "I
had to, to get him to get over the family thing."
cousin, Em?" I asked. "Is he
still hot to trot with you?"
moaned, covering her face with her hands.
maybe you have
some idea of what I'm going through," I said. "When you have secrets, you don't want other people to know about them. That's why they're called secrets."
I don't see the
big deal," said Caitlin.
"You're never going to tell anybody about Em's cousin or Ash's
brother, and they're never going to tell anyone about you and me.
I don't see a problem here."
problem is they
shared a confidence with you that they didn't think you'd break.
But you did. And
now you've shared a confidence with them
that you don't want them to break.
But they might ... just like you did."
won't!" wailed Emma. She turned to Ashley. "Swear, Ashley!"
Ashley looked a bit disgusted. "I'm not going to tell anybody. I've got as much to lose as he does. All you did was do the deed with your cousin. Hell, Em, you can marry your fricking cousin! But if anybody finds out about Dennis having sex with me, he'll get court martialed and sent to prison. Plus my parents would never live it down. They'd have to move." She looked at me. "You got nothing to worry about Mr. Simmons. Your secret is safe."
wish I felt
better," I said.
have an idea,"
all looked at her.
he had something
on you guys that you didn't want anybody to know about, then we'd all
keep our secrets."
already told you,
you're safe," said Ashley.
loose lips, but not Em."
all looked at Em.
"What do you mean?" she squealed. "I don't want anybody to know I did it with Rodney!"
"She's right," said Caitlin. "You might be embarrassed, but you can marry Rodney if you actually wanted to. If anybody found out about that they probably wouldn't even care."
"Well what do you want me to do about it?" asked poor Emma. "I don't have any other deep, dark secrets."
"Yes you do," said Caitlin, smiling sweetly.
"What?" asked Emma, looking confused.
if Uncle Bob had
a picture of Ashley eating your sweet little pussy?
We know how much you love that, but I don't
think you'd want Uncle Bob flashing that picture around town."
paled, and covered her
face with her hands again. I could see
her blushing behind the shield. Finally
she parted her hands enough to say, "There isn't a picture like that.
We've never taken pictures.
You even said we shouldn't take
right," said Caitlin. "But he
could take just one picture, and the problem would be solved."
"Him take the
picture?" Emma's hands came down
from her face. She looked shocked.
give it a
break," said Caitlin. "The
reason you two were so hot to get me in bed with him is because you've
fantasized about him as long as I have."
kind of hot, knowing he's there, watching us," said Ashley, who was
little pink, except I thought that was because the idea excited her.
got very quiet. Everyone seemed to be
something, but I doubted it was the same thing.
guys can't have
him," said Caitlin, suddenly.
said we wanted
him?" asked Ashley.
know you both
do," said my niece. "I've only
heard you say it a thousand times."
Her voice went into a very high register and she talked like a
little girl. "Boy! I wonder what it would be like to do it with him? I bet he's big. I bet it would be deeeee-licious."
don't talk like
that!" scoffed Emma, who seemed to have calmed down quite a bit.
"Too bad," I said. "I've wanted to fuck the livin' daylights out of all three of you for years." I grinned. I thought I was making a little joke.
Ashley perked up.
There was clear warning in Caitlin's voice.
okay. He's yours.
But I still think the idea of him taking pictures of me and Em
it had gone from
"a picture" to multiples. But
then I wasn't going to argue with that.
long as he's
naked," Ashley added, somewhat slyly.
At least I thought it sounded sly.
not letting Uncle
Bob get naked with you," said Caitlin, seriously.
should all be
naked," said Ashley, ignoring her.
"Think of how hot that would be. Three
naked hotties and one naked hunk, all
in the same room, acting like everything was normal.
And then he takes pictures of me licking Em's
pussy. I bet he'd get a hardon."
Bob is not getting
a hardon with you anywhere near him. Not
if you're naked. I know you,
Ashley, looking hurt. "You know I
don't let anybody except Kevin touch me."
know he's been over
there in Afghanistan or wherever a long time," said Caitlin.
"And I know how horny you are."
give us a
break," moaned Ashley." It's
not like we want to marry him and take him away from you forever.
You're the one who said how fantastic
a lover he is. How can you do that and
then expect us not to want to sample him too?"
said Caitlin, firmly. "You want me
to come on to Kevin when he gets home?"
looked me up and
can if I can have
a chance with Uncle Bob."
got noisy then. I knew I'd never be able
to quiet them down
until they got it out of their system.
When they finally did settle into a hostile silence, I spoke.
as it would be, it's bad enough I did it with Caitlin.
You're seventeen, and while that's not exactly jail bait, your parents could cause a lot of trouble about it. So I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to even consider it, much less
risk it. It's not because I don't want to.
I'm just trying to be smarter than
"So you want to?" That was Caitlin, and her voice was just full of danger.
"Any man would want to, just like any man would love to get you naked. You got what you wanted. Don't be perverse about it. All Ashley's trying to do is what you wanted to do. Don't give her a hard time. And don't give me a hard time because you chose two hot girls as your best
friends when you're in town. And you're the one who invited them for sleepovers and let them run around in skimpy PJs in front of me."
was gratified to see that
she actually thought about what I'd said.
did that on purpose,"
she admitted. "We wanted to see if
you'd look at us or not. You never did,
but it was still fun."
says I never
looked?" I asked. "That's all
I did was stare at the three of you. You
know that outfit that Emma has that has all the Sesame Street
it? That's my favorite."
that?" asked Emma, clearly startled.
the right light
you could almost see through it," I said.
my gosh!" she
said, grinning. "I still have
that! It doesn't fit me any more, but I
still have it in my bottom drawer."
Ashley, ever the negotiator. "We
all get naked and he takes pictures of me making Em wiggle."
said Caitlin firmly. "You and him
naked in the same room isn't going to happen."
won't do anything,"
said Ashley. "But we can teach you
how to give him a hummer. It will be
stared at her
friend for fifteen or twenty seconds, arms folded across the breasts I
still taste. In my mind anyway.
... but you have
to bring Cornelius."
Cornelius?" I asked.
"Em has Lester, and Ash has Cornelius," said my niece, without a trace of embarrassment.
said Ashley. "Still, if you'll
remember, I shared Cornelius with you.
The least you could do is let me do it with Uncle Bob just once."
could have knocked me
over with a feather when Caitlin answered her.
think about it. "
She didn't want to think about it right then, apparently. Further, by some decison making process that was a mystery to me, the pictures weren't going to be taken immediately either. I knew this when Caitlin announced that she needed a new pair of running shoes and they all agreed it was time for a trip to the mall. They disappeared off to find those, which left me alone with my thoughts for the first time since I had fucked my niece.
know that sound like a
harsh way of putting it, but from the world's perspective, that's how
have been characterized. "He fucked his niece!" To the rest of the
world, what had happened would be considered a crime, as an adult
advantage of callow youth. I would be
condemned as a predator and no nice terms would be applied to me.
Nobody would say I had made love to and with
Caitlin. They'd simply say I fucked her
and should be locked up like the animal I was.
things. That really is how most people
would view - from the outside - what we had done.
I was on the
inside. And no matter what level of
brainwashing I was laboring under, there was no doubt in my mind that
happened was a beautiful thing, that hadn't hurt Caitlin in any way at
all. In fact, I felt like I could mount an
argument that what we'd done would be good for her in later life.
Eventually she was going to meet an
acceptable mate, and what she'd learned with me could very well help
that relationship more successful than the fifty percent of
fail these days.
here, which is probably what a psychologist would accuse me of with a
smile. I'm not saying I taught her
anything. But things had happened that
she learned from. Take my premature
ejaculation, for example. That hadn't
been happy for her, but she had learned that a woman can work through a
situation like that and, by being strong, end up getting what she wants.
In other words, initial failure to realize
your expectations doesn't mean they were impossible to begin with.
Sometimes you just have to be patient and
work things out. I certainly hadn't
intended to teach her that. It
had just happened.
in my mind, what made
that possible was who I was. I was
somebody she was willing to risk being strong-willed with.
There are thousands of moments where we
shrink back from "rocking the boat" because we're afraid of what
others will think of us. Because this
had all happened with me, though, Caitlin felt secure taking some
nobody else would see it
I was rationalizing
was going on, I
had just decided that I wasn't going to worry about it.
Caitlin was fine. Hopefully her
friends would maintain the
current level of security. I'd let
Caitlin set the tone. I was pretty sure
that being "just Uncle Bob" wasn't in the cards any more, but based
on what she claimed about how long she'd had fantasies about me, I
"just Uncle Bob" for years.
She had wanted me to be much more all that time, and now ... I
was. So be it.
that time they
returned. Their former camaraderie had
been restored, and they seemed to be all bff's again.
Caitlin showed me her new Nikes and said she
just had to try them out.
Actually, what she said was, "We just have to try these
out!" The other girls hadn't
brought their running gear, this day, but Emma was no problem, since
right next door. The plan was that, once
she was ready, they'd just warm up jogging over to Ashley's house, and
their run from there, after she was suitably attired.
didn't know it would end
at my house.
that Ashley and Emma
would be bringing a change of clothes with them to the finish point.
that they intended to
shower at my house.
then ... what could
possibly go wrong in that scenario?
the first thing that
can go wrong in that scenario is that the relationship I had enjoyed
three girls had changed. With Caitlin it
was a radical change. With the other
two, more subtle, but still very different.
In the past I'd fantasized about doing things with them.
In the present that had actually been
when they got back, all
sweaty and out of breath, I gazed at their heaving breasts in a
different way. Now it wasn't just a
fantasy. Now it might actually be
stretching. I noticed that, for some
reason, when they bent over at the waist to touch the floor with their
all three (really fine) asses were pointed right at me.
In fact, even though they were ignoring me in
terms of not talking to me or looking at me, some of their stretching
like all they were doing was showing their bodies off to me.
Suffice it to say that things had changed
enough that, when I got stiff, I didn't try to hide it, like I would
the past. I didn't show it off,
exactly. I just ignored them back and
made it possible for them to see that I was an excited man.
finally stood up.
going to take a
shower," she said.
What else was I supposed to say?
like to use the
shower in your bathroom," she went on.
That was interesting. The shower in my bathroom was the big one, the one she'd already claimed as her own and had been using for years. The other girls had used it routinely to shower too. Now, suddenly she felt compelled to specify her intent to use it again.
can all fit in
that one at the same time," she added.
said. As you have already read, I had fantasized about all of them in there at the same time before this. The shower stall in my bathroom
was huge, having been remodeled to accomodate a wheel chair by the previous
The other two had been silent up to this point, but ever since Caitlin had said they were going to shower, they had stopped ignoring me. Instead, they were staring at me as if I might have the answer to the secret of life. Emma stepped toward me and before she spoke, I saw the flush of pink appear around the neck of her T shirt and creep upwards onto her cheeks.
us ten minutes
and then bring your camera to your ... um ... bedroom."
Her eyes closed, stayed that way for probably
a full second, and then opened.
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