Kaitlyn in the Doorway

The summer after she turned 18, Kaitlyn's dad, my wife's brother, called to ask if Kaitlyn could come stay with us for a couple of months. He was a widower and his job as a photographer was taking him out of the country where he'd been assigned coverage of a volatile, far-away election. Though Kaitlyn was a legal adult, and slated to start college in her home town that fall, he didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone for so long. She'd always expressed an interest in my field, writing, and he thought she could come, help us around the house, and possibly pick up a few things from me in the process.

Though I didn't know Kaitlyn well, I had always liked her. Her bright personality and sense of humor stood out at the various family gatherings at which we'd met throughout the years. She was pretty, too. Long black hair, eyes that were intelligent and warm. When my wife mentioned her brother's request, I was happy to oblige. We lived alone, having never had children of our own, and it seemed like some youth in our midst might do us both good.

As I mentioned, I am a writer. I have published many articles in national publications, as well as a handful of novels. My wife, Sarah, is my best friend. We are happy together though our sex life is pretty much non existent. Our lack of passion is more than countered by the comfort and companionship we have cultivated. I had developed a habit of satisfying any pent-up lust via late night porn-viewing sessions, my taste running toward rough slightly degrading sex. Three nights a week I'd get myself off to the pleasing images.

Back to Kaitlyn. Back to that summer.

It started with a simple glance. I was alone watching TV one evening when she walked in and sat on a nearby sofa. She wore clothes typical of her age group, leggings and a T-shirt that drew attention to the contours of her body. At one point, my sights shifted from the screen to her legs, which would have been okay had they shifted right back. But they didn't. Instead, their gaze traveled up and down, lingering on her various attributes. She caught me. What was revealed in that moment was fairly simple - hunger. I was hungry for my niece's body. I hadn't even known, but now we both did. Something shifted in the air and the silence between us filled with meaning. She smiled. I smiled back.

That night, I couldn't sleep. Just after 1 a.m. I got up from bed and walked down the upstairs hall toward the small bedroom we'd converted into my work space. As I passed the guest room where Kaitlyn should have been sleeping, I heard the gentle creaking of a mattress followed by soft, low moans. I listened briefly then continued, my steps audible on the creaky floorboards.

Throughout that first week, a pattern emerged. Leering looks welcomed and shared throughout the days, then a 1 a.m. "walk" every night. I'd leave my room. Stand outside her door. Listen to her masturbate. Go to the study where I'd masturbate myself.

On night 4, she left the door open a crack so that I heard her more clearly and could smell her in the air, my hand slipping beneath the waist band of my sweat pants.

On each subsequent night, the door was left opened a little further until, by night #11, it was wide open, the bright summer moon providing a spotlight for her naked body. I stepped in, moved closer, watched as she lost herself to her pleasure, her lithe legs spreading, fingers disappearing as her thumb worked frantically on the fast-blossoming petal of her clit. She came with a fierce shudder then looked at me through pleasure-clouded eyes before I walked quickly from the room.

The next night I moved closer and took out my cock as she played. My leg pressed against hers which was draped over the edge of the bed as she showed herself to me. I stroked steadily and drank in every inch of her. In the moment she climaxed my thick load of spunk littered her tits and tummy. She scooped it up to taste as our eyes locked and we knew that there would be this secret, hidden layer to things for us, and that it was okay. I smiled, nodded, left.

The next day was a Sunday, our first chance to explore our new-found connection in daylight. With my wife gone antiquing for the day, Kaitlyn and I were home all alone. I sat on a sofa sipping black coffee and reading a novel. It was just before noon.

She walked in quietly and knelt at my feet like an obedient pet. She wore short shorts and a tight red T. Her hair was wet and she smelled like shampoo. Time passed. Finally, I looked up from my book.

"Take off your shorts," I said matter-of-factly. She stood without hesitation and complied. She wasn't wearing panties and the sight of her smoothly shaved sex excited me.

"Stand closer," I said, and she stepped toward me. Her waist was level with my head and I leaned in, sniffing for her scent. I reached out and felt her smooth slit, gathered her moisture between two fingers, then lifted it to my mouth. Silently, I savored my first taste.

"From this moment forward, you are my slut, Kaitlyn. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Say it for me."

"From this moment forward, I am your slut."

Her voice was a little tentative so I had her repeat the line with more conviction.

"Good girl," I affirmed, still staring at her smooth twat. "Now get on all fours for me."

Palms and knees planted, her whole body trembled as she awaited my instructions.

I knelt behind her. Without warning, I shoved two fingers into her cunt and fucked her that way until she quickly showed signs of release. I stopped abruptly and left the room.

Several minutes later I returned to find her as I had left her, naked from the waist down, on all fours, trembling slightly. Again I knelt and fingered her roughly until she neared a climax.

I stopped as I had started, without warning, and left.

I repeated this cycle 3 more times but switched it up on the last. The last time I returned to the room naked and knelt directly behind her. I was hard as a rock. Gently, I dragged the head of my cock along her slit, up and down, up and down. I stopped, stood, walked around and held my cock in front of her mouth.

"Taste," I said, and she dabbed at my cock with her tongue. "That's what a fuck slut tastes like."

She purred with contentment and understanding.

I returned to kneel behind her and rested my heavy dick on her dripping opening.

"Do you want fucked, dirty girl?"

"Yes, please," she replied.

'Say it. It is incredibly important that you use your dirty words."

"I want fucked."

"Say more. Improvise."

"Give me your cock," she panted. "I need your cock."

I rewarded her for her vulgar talk by pushing an inch of my cock into her tight, soaked cunt.

"Oh fuck," I seethed. "So fucking tight, Kaitlyn. Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I want more Uncle Paul. Fuck me with your big fucking cock."

"Very good," I said, pushing in further, deeper. Finally I was fully submerged..

"Reach a hand up and touch your clit," I said. The moment her fingers grazed her pulsing button her whole body, her whole being, released and collapsed into a climax that went on and on and on, her juices squirting and coating my buried shaft.

When her climax subsided I pulled out and stood and she instinctively knelt and watched, panting expectantly as I jerked myself. My load fell heavily across her face, hair, neck, and tits. I did not allow her to clean herself. My cum dried on her and she spent the afternoon crusty.

Our unspoken rhythm continued. Wordless viewing sessions each night, shared orgasms, occasional head or handjobs, but no fucking.

The next Sunday my wife, again, left us for the day. I had come up with a different plan for the afternoon and was eager to implement it.

It started the same way the previous Sunday had. A freshly showered, very pretty, Kaitlyn walked in as I read, knelt at my feet, awaited my cue. I ignored her. Eventually, I grabbed my phone and brought up some porn I liked. I pushed off my pants and got myself hard to a particular clip - one starring a submissive young slut who I felt resembled Kaitlyn. I gradually lowered the phone in a way that allowed Kaitlyn to watch, and I could sense her enjoyment. Finally, I broke our silence.

"Suck my cock," I instructed coldly. She eagerly moved her head closer. I held it still for a moment, then used my other hand to press my dick against my body. I spread my legs. "Suck on my balls," I said, She eagerly licked and sucked each ball getting them wet and heavy until I lowered my shaft and forced it into her mouth. "You are a natural little cock-sucking whore," I observed as she blew me. "Do you want Uncle Paul's cum?"

She murmured yes as I awkwardly managed to stand while keeping my cock in her mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled it tightly into 2 pig tails, forcing her head completely still as I fucked her face roughly. When I felt my cum migrating, I pulled out. "Kneel perfectly still," I said with a grimace, my right hand tightly fisting my hard dick. Within moments I carefully shot an impressive number of cum-blasts onto her face...until it was covered in spunk.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Kaitlyn was startled but remained quiet, compliant.

"Stay just as you are," I said as I pulled my sweats back on.

I am a guitar player and, unbeknownst to Kaitlyn, had arranged for a group of friends I sometimes "jammed" with to come over. They all knew to expect a special treat and were not particularly surprised as they arrived, 5 of them in all, to find my petite 18 year old niece kneeling in the middle of the room with a giant load of cum on her face.

"Follow us," I said to Kaitlyn as I led the guys to the basement where there were drums and amps ready to go. "Kneel over there," I instructed as a thick glob of cum fell from her chin to the floor.

No one spoke to her. We just went about our business, playing the Grateful Dead and Allman Brothers songs we all enjoyed.

About 45 minutes in, the bass player, a tall, lean computer programmer named Steve, set down his instrument and walked over to Kaitlyn. I continued playing but watched, pleased when she looked at me for her cue. I nodded slightly and she reached up to unbuckle Steve's belt. If she was surprised by the size of Steve's giant cock, she didn't show it. Like a good slut, she sucked as much of it as she could, and Steve moaned encouragement.

One by one we stopped playing and moved to circle her. Before long, Kaitlyn was on all fours as drummer Joe fucked her hard from behind, guitar man Lenny took a turn in her mouth, and Steve, Josh and Evan welcomed the tugs her small hands managed between her repeated orgasms. I beamed with pride as one by one they added their cum loads to the one I'd left earlier. By the time they left, each of her tits was completely covered, as was her face, ass, hair and back.

I laid on my back on the floor.

"Fuck me," I said and she straddled me, my cock swallowed up by her still-hungry cunt, as the cum worked its way down her body. Within in minutes I was filling her with my endless supply of seed.

On the last night of Kaitlyn's stay with us, I was getting ready for bed when my wife emerged from the bathroom in her nightgown and said, "We need to talk."

I felt the weight of her words the moment they were out of her mouth.

"Of course," I said as I sat on our bed.

Surprisingly, not once that summer had guilt intruded. I was just so happy enjoying my time with Kaitlyn, I could not muster regret. But there, sitting beside the woman with whom I had built a great life, I wondered if I had made a grievous error.

She was nervous. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Sarah nervous. Silence stretched between us.

"I know," she said finally. She didn't seem angry, or even hurt, which confused me.

"You know what?"

After another long silence she said, "Follow me."

I walked behind her, out of the room, down the hall along the path I had taken dozens of times that summer. She continued past Kaitlyn's room to the study and closed the door behind us once we were inside. She walked to the desk and sat. She grabbed the computer's mouse and searched for something. I stood behind her, watching, waiting. She found what she wanted and clicked it open.

The screen filled with Kaitlyn's bedroom. Kaitlyn was naked and spread on the bed, fingering herself with focused intensity. I was standing close, my cock in my fist, stroking, clearly entranced by the sight of the beautiful young girl.

"I planted cameras," Sarah said softly. "I wanted to see it."

The next moment could not possibly have surprised me more than it did. As Sarah and I both watched Kaitlyn sit up on the bed and start sucking me off, Sarah eased up her nightgown and pushed off her panties. Without speaking or looking at me, with her eyes still glued to the sight of her niece devouring her husband's cock, she started working her pussy and came like a tidal wave in record time.

I was mesmerized, hypnotized - and saw her as I hadn't in years. Her big, full tits with their perfect brown nipples poking through her sheer nightgown, her dripping pussy, her thick, brown hair and dark Italian eyes. I needed to fuck her right then. I took her by the hand, pulled her from the chair, bent her over the desk, and fucked her harder than I ever had before, pounding her onto the desk as she pushed back against me, begging for more. She climaxed again, her pussy a clamp on my cock which spewed in hot pulsing bursts up into her.

As we settled, slowly, back down to earth, we were surprised to look up and see Kaitlyn in the doorway.