Serendipity - Version Alpha
by Lubrican
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Chapter Six
As
you can imagine, our
relationship had completely changed. And
in a period of only twenty-four hours.
Prior to this, we had each kind of done our own thing for most
of the
day, spending maybe two or three hours actually interacting with each
other. More than once, in the past, I'd
wondered why she wanted to come to my house for what she called her
"vacation", because a lot of the time she just lay on her bed
reading, or watched TV or went for runs or whatever.
Now, of course, I knew she'd also spent quite
a bit of time fantasizing about having a sexual relationship with her
Uncle
Bob.
But,
really. I mean, she could do all that at
home, right?
But
now I knew why she
wanted to come to my house every year.
There's a difference about dreaming about a man ... and being with
that
man ... even if nothing ever actually happens to fulfill your dream.
And,
apparently, when
you've been going to Uncle Bob's house for some six years just so you
could be
near him while you rubbed your clitty raw, and talk to your two best
friends
about doing all manner of other things with your hunky uncle, when that
imagined
relationship actually becomes a reality ... well ... you can't go back,
as they
say.
I
know that last sentence
was a bit run on, but I did that on purpose, to give you some sense of
the
frustration Caitlin went through each time she came to my house, rubbed
her
clitty raw, and then went home still a virgin.
Of
course I'm making this
sound like the only thing she was interested in was my penis in her
vagina. That's silly, especially since,
for most of those six years, she was too young to actually understand
what sex
really was. For some of them she was
prepubescent and didn't have the hormones necessary to make a girl want
to
have sex.
But
those hormones have
nothing to do with feelings of love, and affection.
And all humans are capable of loving, no
matter how young they are. That
complicates things sometimes. Love is
the binding force that keeps two people together, and when you're
together for
a long time, then those hormones, when they start being produced, have
a chance
to kick in.
Anyway,
the point is that
everything had changed, and the "old" Caitlin was gone.
The "new" Caitlin still wanted to
read, or watch TV or run, but not nearly for as much time as
she'd done
those things in the past.
The
new Caitlin had another
most favorite pastime now.
The
new Caitlin wanted to
get naked and be nasty with her Uncle Bob.
A
lot.
Like
the very next morning,
when she woke up in bed with a man for the first time in her life,
naked and
well fucked. As it turned out, she woke
up before me, which gave her the opportunity to think about things and
stare at
my naked body in repose. I was lying on
my back, which meant the thing that had plundered her pussy the night
before
was in full view. It looked nothing like
it had the last few times she'd seen it. I daresay it wasn't even all that impressive.
Which might be why she decided she wanted it
to get hard again.
She
woke me up and invited
me to cleanse her body in the shower. Of
course she reciprocated, and soon we were making all the motions, but
now they
had nothing to do with cleansing.
She
ended up on her knees,
getting in some practice on the new thing Ashley had taught her the
previous
day, but eventually pulled her lips off my prick and stood up.
"She's
right. That's hard on the knees.
Let's go back to bed."
Fifteen
minutes later, all
dried off, she got her first mouthful of cum.
She swallowed like the trooper she'd been taught to be, and then
sat up,
just tasting. She wrinkled her nose, and
wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"Was
that okay?" she asked, suddenly a teenager again.
"It
was
fantastic," I sighed.
"Does
it really make a
difference if the girl swallows?"
"I
can't explain it,
but it does," I admitted.
"I
like the sucking
part," she said. "The
swallowing part not so much."
"You
don't have to do
that part," I said.
"Actually,
it's the
getting it in my mouth part that's a little icky. I've
never tasted anything like that and it's
weird."
"You
don't have to get
it in your mouth," I said.
"You're
sweet,"
she said. "Tell you what. That's
going to be a special treat for you," she said." Like
on your birthday or whatever. Every once
in a while I'll swallow. But most times I
won't, okay?"
"Deal,"
I
said. I didn't grin. I
wanted to, but I didn't.
An hour later we were skinny-dipping in the
pool, doing more sexual play, rather than serious sex.
We'd swim apart and then come back together
for a slippery embrace. We'd have a
race, and then kiss for a while. It was
during one of those kisses that Ashley's voice startled us both.
"Get
a room, you
two!"
We
looked up to see the
other two musketeers standing there, staring at us.
"We
have a room,"
said Caitlin. "But why stay in a
cramped, dark room all the time when you have a big, open pool?"
"I
agree," said
Ashley. "Can we come in?"
"Of
course," said
Caitlin, automatically.
Ashley
promptly took off
her shirt and shorts, revealing her bikini.
Emma did the same. The only thing
was that Ashley didn't stop there. She
kicked off her shoes and then did things to the ties on her bikini that
made
the pieces flutter to the cement. Only
then did she jump in the pool with a whoop.
Emma
stood there for a few
seconds, but the previous day had done a lot for Emma's
self-confidence, and
she followed suit, no pun intended. She
didn't even blush.
Of
course Caitlin scolded
them, and of course they said that if she could swim naked in the pool,
then
they could too, etcetera and so forth. In the end, she sternly reminded
them
that there was a "hands off" policy on Uncle Bob.
"Absolutely,"
said Ashley, standing in waist high water with her lovely breasts
glistening in
the sun. "Hands off."
She grinned.
"That leaves plenty of room for our mouths."
That
led to what I can only
call water wrestling, which isn't a real term as far as I know, but
it's what
they looked like they were doing.
If
you ever want to firm up
your erection ... just watch three naked teenaged girls trying to
assert their
dominance in a swimming pool.
I
actually got out of the
water, thinking that might settle them down.
But all that did was draw the flies to the honey as I lay on a
chaise
lounge, letting the sun dry me off.
It
seems they had come to
an agreement that "hands off - mouths on" was an acceptable
compromise.
They
took turns again. Ashley deep throated me
again, and instructed
them on how to effect this position without dying.
Caitlin couldn't quite get it, and did a lot
of coughing and hacking. She finally
gave up.
Emma,
however, not only
found it easy, she said it made her pussy wet.
Shy little Emma Wilkinson actually said that out loud!
Soon, her nose was pressed against my
pubes. She looked up at me with big eyes
and I heard the rasping of air going in and out of her nostrils.
"You're
going to make
some young man insanely happy some day," I panted.
"Don't
hog him,"
said Caitlin, who I think might have been a little jealous.
In
the end, though, it was
Emma who got the mouthful. She actually
asked for it.
"Go
ahead," said
Caitlin. "I'm not so big on the
taste."
"You're
insane,"
said Ashley. "He tastes
yummy."
"I
agree," said
Emma.
"Then
be my
guest," said Caitlin, a little tartly.
A
few minutes later I was
gasping as Emma lovingly drank me down.
When she finally pulled off and smacked her lips, saying
"Yum!" I knew that a diehard cocksucker had been born.
What
seemed crazy was that
ten minutes later I was dozing in the sun on the chaise lounge, while
the three
girls were cavorting in the pool again.
For the next thirty minutes they acted not only like the
teenagers they
were, but just like they were fully dressed as well, chatting like
girls do,
talking about everything under the sun.
Finally Caitlin dripped on me and said "We're going inside to
get
dressed and get something to eat. Don't
burn, okay?"
Since
I could already feel
the heat of overexposure to the sun on most of my front, I got up and
walked in
with them. It was just like we'd done a
hundred times before, except that we were all naked.
They
did get dressed, and
after they ate, Ashley and Emma left.
Caitlin looked at me and said, "You need something on that
burn." I ended up naked again,
lying on my back on the bed, while she spread most of a jar of Noxema
from my
forehead to my shins.
Then
she took off her
clothes and rubbed it in with her body.
Pretty
soon she was paying
special attention to my erection, lovingly stroking it, learning how to
make me
groan as my cum jetted out into the air and fell back on my stomach.
She
rubbed that in too.
Then
we took a nap.
I
don't know how long we
slept, because I have no idea what time it was when we went to sleep.
But I was awakened to the sensations of a
sucking mouth on my rock hard erection.
I lifted my head to see her lying half on my lower body, happily
sucking
and playing with my cock. I couldn't
believe I hadn't awakened before this.
"Doesn't
the Noxema
you rubbed all over that taste terrible?" I asked.
She
made a slurping sound
as she pulled off my rod.
"It
kind of soaked in,
I think," she said. "And I
wiped you off with a warm washcloth. I
don't taste a thing except you."
"Then
don't let me
interrupt you," I said, grinning.
She
went back to it for a
while, obviously having fun, and obviously just playing, rather than
trying to
actually get me to cum.
But
then she crawled up on
top of me, reached, nosed, impaled herself, and went to work on a much more
serious
level. She seemed almost frantic as she
gyrated, her hair flying, and her vocal cords vibrating, as she chased
an
orgasm. Once she caught it, she
collapsed on top of me and put her lips right next to my ear.
"I
love you so
much," she panted, softly.
I
ran my hands up and down
her smooth, naked back.
"You're
insane,"
I said, squeezing her.
"No
I'm not," she
replied. "Get ready, 'cause I'm
gonna go again."
And
she did. It was so entertaining watching
her have fun
that I almost didn't want to cum.
Almost.
The
next time she flopped
down loosely, I rolled her over and pounded her until I spurted deep in
her
belly.
That
time it was me who was
frantic.
I
think we were a little
like honeymooners. Part of that might
have been because, when all this happened, she only had one week left
to
stay. After that she was going back to
California,
where there would be no Uncle Bob, and she'd have to go back to her
five
fingers, or her own personal Lester.
Come
to think of it, maybe
the reason I was just as interested in playing bedroom games with her
was
because in a week, she was going back to California, and I would have
no
Caitlin, and would have to go back to my own five fingers.
Whatever
the reason was, we
went at it like newlyweds. If Em and Ash
weren't there, then the chances were she was naked and getting her bell
rung.
She
developed a special
liking for the cowgirl position. For a
while she would sit tall in the saddle, just using her weight to take
advantage
of the springiness of the bed to move us both up and down.
She didn't rise up off my penis. That
is to say she didn't make me go in and
out. She just parked the tip of my cock
at the opening of her womb and then made us both move so that things
moved
around in there a little bit. And, I'm
telling you, she looked just like she was riding a horse.
Then,
after having an
orgasm that way, she'd fall forward to lie on my chest, still impaled,
while
she caught her breath. Some kisses
usually came then, followed by her raising her body enough that I could
get to
her nipples with my lips and fingers.
Then, still leaning forward, she'd rock forwards and backwards,
rubbing
the shit out of her clit with me, instead of her fingers, until she
came that
way too.
Sometimes
I came while she
was doing that. She was fantastically
tight, and when she moved that way, it felt like a velvet-gloved,
heated hand
was stroking me off.
And
if I didn't, she'd fall
to one side, rolling us over until I was on top. At
that point it was always easy to spurt in
Caitlin.
Especially
when she said
things like, "Oh fuck, I love doing this with you."
It
was magical. Suddenly, after probably two
years of feeling
like having a girlfriend was more work than it was worth, and too time
consuming to boot, I had a woman in my life who already lived with me
and had a
special thing for my penis. It was heady
stuff, the kind of thing that can make a man do stupid things.
Like
ignoring the likely
effects of pumping what seemed like a gallon of sperm into Caitlin's
unprotected pussy.
I
can hear you sneering out
there, saying things like, "Nobody could ignore the fact that he was
cumming in an unprotected pussy." But it happens all the time. It is exactly like smoking. Everybody knows that smoking will kill you. It's
impossible not to know it. We're inundated by warnings. But the smoker goes right on puffing away. Part of that is the addiction. But another part of it is the way we try to fool ourselves into thinking that the bad things that happen to other people, won't happen to us. Yes, smoking causes lung cancer in 75% of all smokers. But it doesn't cause lung cancer in the other 25% ... and I'm sure I'll be in that 25% that
doesn't get it. You think about it, but you convince yourself you'll dodge that bullet, because that bullet can be dodged.
We
do the same thing with
sex. Especially teenagers.
And yes, I'm far from being a teenager, but
I'm not immune from wishful thinking. I
can't
speak for Caitlin, but that's what I was doing.
I was engaging in wishful thinking that all this would end up as
a
summer of fun, with no complications, and it would be something we'd
both
remember forever. I fully expected
Caitlin to grow up and realize her crush on Uncle Bob was silly, and
adjust
toward someone her own age.
So
I admit it. I tried to cram as much joy
and ecstasy into
the time we had left as I could.
I
got the slap in the face
of reality the night before she left.
She'd spent quite a bit of time on my computer that afternoon,
while I
mowed the lawn, which was starting to look like the African veldt.
Ashley and Emma came over while I was doing
that, and when I got finished and went inside, they were skinny dipping
in the
pool again. For once I decided that
discretion was probably the better avenue to walk, so I just took a
shower and
got some hamburger out of the freezer to thaw out for supper.
Whether
it was discretion
or not, when the girls walked casually back into the house, still
naked, I got
three hugs and kisses that left my shirt and shorts wet in the front.
But that's all. The
girls went to recover from swimming and
arrived back in the kitchen for stroganoff, clothed and with dry hair.
After supper Ashley mentioned that, as this
was Caitlin's last night in town, she and Emma would leave us alone.
She leered at me.
I
got two more kisses as
they left, and they were good enough kisses that, when I turned to
Caitlin, the
front of my shorts was distended an inch or two. She
saw it, walked to me, touched it with the
back of her hand, and said "You're a horny old goat, you know that?"
"It's
your
fault," I said, completely seriously.
"There's
something I
want to talk about," she said.
"Okay."
"In
bed."
"I
am not
surprised."
"Don't
take me for
granted," she warned.
"I
couldn't
possibly," I said, meaning it.
"You are much too rare and valuable a gem to ever take for
granted."
"You
just got yourself
laid," she said, pressing up against me and moving her hips back and
forth
sideways, rubbing against my half hard cock.
"I
am not
surprised," I said.
Then
I kissed her before
she could become outraged.
She
was frantic again that
night. I counted, and she had five
orgasms before she let me spurt and took a break. It
was during that break that she got around
to the talking she'd mentioned.
"Massachusetts, Maryland, South Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama, Texas and Rhode Island," she said, in that singsong voice that says she was remembering these names by rote. "And Canada, but I don't really think that's an option," she added.
"An
option for what?" I asked.
"Those
are the options for where you can
live," she said.
"I live
here," I pointed out.
"Oklahoma
is not an option," she said.
"Why do
I need to move?" I asked. "And if I did
need to move, why wouldn't
I move to California?" The
inference was obvious, at least to me.
"California
isn't an option either,"
she said. "In all the states I
mentioned marriage between a niece and her uncle is legal."
I think
the chauvinistic part of me kicked in
right then, because that's the only reason I can think of that would
have made
me say something like, "You can't propose to me. It's
the man's job to propose to the
woman!"
"It's
the twenty-first century, Uncle
Bob," she said, patiently.
By then
I'd shoved Mr. Macho back in the storage
box in my mind, where he belonged.
"Sweetheart,
as much as I love you, we
can't get married," I said.
"Your mother would have a heart attack. Your
step-father would probably come after me
with a gun."
"Not if
I were eighteen," she
said. "They couldn't say anything
about it then. Like I said, it's
completely legal for us to get married in those states."
You know
how, sometimes, you dream up some crazy
scheme, and in your mind you smooth over all the rough spots, and you
imagine
what it would be like if your scheme worked out? Everybody
does that sometimes. And teenagers do it a lot.
But
eventually, there's a reality check and you
realize how really crazy that dream was, and you end up tossing it
aside like
the wrapper from a hamburger long eaten.
That's
what I thought was going on with
Caitlin. It was her last night, and her
life had gone through tumultuous changes in the last couple of weeks.
I shouldn't have been surprised that she'd go
a little batty, and let her imagination run wild. She
was a teenager, after all.
It had
been easy to think of her as a fully
grown woman, considering that I'd been treating her like a fully grown
woman,
recently.
So I
figured the best thing to do was humor her,
until she came to her senses.
"Even if
we did that, it would be years
from now," I said. "You have
school to finish. And a bright mind like
yours shouldn't be wasted on the kind of menial job you'd have to take
without
a college education. It's a little early
in the game for me to be thinking of pulling up stakes and moving."
"I
didn't say you had to move
tomorrow," she said. "I'm just
telling you there are places where we can be together and nobody will
think
we're strange."
"Just
because they allow marriages like
that doesn't mean people won't think we're strange," I said.
"Why
would we tell anyone that I'm your
niece in the first place?" she asked.
"I don't
know," I said.
"Then
the problem is settled," she
said.
Again, I
made the decision to just humor her.
"I guess
it is," I said.
That
turned out to be the right thing to say,
because she got excited and horny at the same time.
Excited
and horny is really good, when you're
naked and in bed.
That
was a night I don't
think I'll ever forget. She was
insatiable,
and I realized, at one point, that I couldn't keep up with her.
It was the first time in my life where I
thought, "Good grief ... I'm getting old!"
I know, I know, to a lot of you out there,
thirty isn't old. It's not even close to
being old. But I felt old that
night when her actions made it obvious she wanted to go again, and I
was pretty
sure I wasn't going to be able to live up to her expectations.
But
we got through it, and
when we woke in the morning, it was the first morning we didn't wake up
and
have sex almost immediately.
It
turned out she wanted to
talk some more.
"Can
I ask you a
question?" she asked.
"Of
course."
"If
we didn't move
to one of those states and get married, would you think about having a
serious
relationship with Emma or Ashley?"
I
perceived this as being
the equivalent of the famous question: "When I die, would you get
married
again, and to whom?"
I
wasn't interested in stomping
through that particular minefield.
Besides, while Ashley and Emma were fine as extremely hot
fantasies, I
just didn't feel the same kind of attraction to them that I did with
Caitlin. It's hard to describe, but the
decision was
easy.
"No,"
I said.
"Why
not?" she
asked.
I
thought I had her
here. "Because any serious
relationship I had with either of them would involve having sex, and
you've
made it very clear that you don't want me having sex with either of
them."
"What
if I changed my
mind?" she asked.
"Too
much sex has
addled your brain," I suggested.
"Ashley and Emma are your very sexy friends.
I like them a lot, and I won't lie and
suggest that I'll never have another fantasy about them, but I just
don't have
any romantic interest in them. Why are
we talking about this?"
She
didn't answer my
question. Instead, she asked one.
"You've
had fantasies
about them?"
Humoring
her was getting a
little difficult. And I didn't want us
to part on a sour note. Not after the
incredible joy we had shared, recently.
But I had to give her a little dose of reality.
"Of
course I've had
fantasies about them. They're cute, and,
as I said, sexy. I had fantasies about
you too, and about many other women I've met over the years.
It's just what men do. Now,
you want to tell me what all this Emma
and Ashley stuff is about?"
"I'm
not stupid,"
she said.
I
felt alarm. Things were going downhill
rapidly, and I really
didn't want her to go home unhappy.
"I
didn't say you
were," I said.
"I
know," she
said. "What I mean is I know how hard it will be for us to be together, like I want us to be together. I want to spend the rest of my life with
you. I love you. And I know you love me too. But I also know you're an adult, and adults think hard things aren't worth doing sometimes. So I know it's possible things won't end up like I want them to. And if they don't, then the only women I can think of that I could stand you being with are Em or Ashley. And I know you don't believe it, but they have horrible crushes on you. They have for years. One of the reasons I bought that silly nightgown and wore it for you was because I was afraid Ashley was going to try to seduce you before I could."
"I
see," I
said. She was being so earnest that I
gave her the same thing in return.
"The thought of marrying you makes me get this glowing ball of
hope
in my chest. And I don't care how much
work it would be to make that a success.
I can work anywhere, so moving is no problem.
At the same time I realize that life happens
and things change, and you might have second thoughts about tying
yourself
down, to me or anybody else. You're just
starting your life, and the whole world is open to you.
I'd love to be in it, but it doesn't have to
be as your husband. I'm just as happy
being your uncle. And if that happens
... if you do have second thoughts ... I can live with that, because
all I
really want is for you to be happy."
"I
don't want to be a
single mother," she said. "I
want to be married to my children's father.
And I'm not going to change my mind about you and me.
We're fated to be together.
All I want is your promise that you'll be there
for me when I'm ready."
"I
promise," I
said, humoring her again.
"Then
the matter is
settled," she said, rising up to crawl on top of me.
She settled with my penis right in front of
her and reached to pull at it with one hand.
"When I leave, you can play with Emma and Ashley.
But that's all it can be - play. You
are not to fall in love with them. You can
make them happy, but you have to wear
a condom. Okay?"
I
thought she was
joking. I really did.
I thought she was trying to arouse me. Which
she did, by the way. I mean it worked.
The thought of Emma and Ashley being turned
loose on me resulted in images in my mind that were pretty hot.
But
I forgot about them
when she impaled herself one last time.
She only went for one orgasm before she pulled me on top of her
and
wrapped her legs around my back.
"Your
turn," she
panted. "Cum in me, Uncle Bob.
I want to go home with your cum in me."
She
knew how to push my
spurt button.
Emma
and Ashley accompanied
us to the airport, of course. That was a
tradition too, and had been for years.
In years past there had been lots of crying and promises to
write and
all that stuff. This year they just
chatted about what their expectations for the senior year of high
school would
be like, and what extracurricular activities they wanted to get
involved in.
After
we got her checked
in, she took the other two musketeers aside and they huddled.
Literally, they bent over with their heads
together and their arms around each other, just like a football huddle.
Some odd sounds issued from that
huddle. They were exclamations of some
sort, but I didn't understand any words.
Once, Emma looked up and at me, but then her head went right
back
down. I wasn't to find out until later,
but she had listed the states that allowed uncle/niece marriages for
them too,
along with her intent to marry me in one of them.
She
also gave them
permission to play with me while she was gone.
I
got a hint about that when
the huddle broke up and Caitlin came to give me one more hug before
going
through security.
"I
love you," she
said, enveloping me in a soft, yet firm embrace.
"I'm
incredibly glad
you do," I said. "I didn't
plan on falling in love with you, but I'm glad I did."
She
kissed me. I don't know what people
passing by thought
of that kiss, but I doubt if even one of them thought, "Oh, that's a
guy's
niece kissing him goodbye."
Just
before she turned and
got in line, she whispered in my ear.
"Remember,
you have to
wear a condom with them. You can't give
them a baby, because your babies are all mine."
The
ride back home was
interesting. Her final warning ... or
instructions ... or whatever they were, rang in my ears.
I wasn't yet privy to what had been said in
the huddle, and neither Ashley nor Emma said anything.
Not then, as we drove through traffic. In
fact, they didn't say anything at all,
either to me or each other, for at least ten minutes.
Finally
Emma, who was in the
front seat, reached for the radio.
"Can
I turn this
on?"
"Sure,"
I said.
She
chose a station that
was playing a well worn Lady Gaga tune, and leaned back.
"I'm
going to miss
her," she said.
"Me
too," said
Ashley from the back seat.
"We
always do," I
said, indicating that we had a common interest.
"I
always feel so sad
when she leaves," said Ashley.
It
was quiet for a bit
more. It was Ashley who broke the
silence this time.
"Can
we still come
swim until school starts?"
This
was a first. In years past, once Caitlin
left, the other
two became just as rare as they'd been before she got there.
"Sure,"
I
said.
"Thanks,"
she
said.
And that was pretty much it for the rest of the trip. I offered to drop Ashley off at her house, but she said she was going to Emma's, so I just parked in my driveway. Both of them waved goodbye as they crossed the lawn. I thought about how, if Caitlin had still been there, they'd have probably kissed me goodbye. Then I thought about Caitlin's last warning ... about using a condom when I had sex with them. I didn't think that was going to happen, of course.
But
I got stiff anyway.
So
I went inside and, for
the first time in two or three weeks, I jerked myself off.
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