Serendipity - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Epilogue

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.


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.


"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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