The Need for Seed Ch. 01

"Earth to Uncle."

She was grinning openly. "I like the way you're looking at me, Uncle Mike. I thought I looked kinda ridiculous in the mirror, but the way you're staring makes it all worth while. It makes me feel like a woman, sexy and desirable. Thank you."

I struggled to respond. She was so sexy and so desirable, but there was no way I should say that out loud. "You are a gorgeous young woman, Niecey."

She didn't say anything, but her amused look let me know she knew I was holding back, trying to be proper.

"I wanted to do something special for you. In appreciation for the perspective on Grandma and my dad you gave me today. People act like the old bat was royalty around here, and her asshole son somehow became an angel by driving himself off a cliff drunk, abandoning his unborn daughter. I knew these things, but until you said it, it just didn't click in my head. I can love my family, but it doesn't mean I have to like them one bit."

"Exactly. Bright girl." I was glad she had moved to safer ground, away from words like 'desirable' and 'sexy.'

"Bright uncle too. You opened my eyes." She paused as if considering. "Can I have another hug?"

"Sure." I put an hand down on the couch to stand up.

"No. Stay there." She stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "I liked our last one."

That should have been my clear warning, to stand up and keep her from getting quite so close.

Instead, she rested her free hand there on me while she took another long swig from the beer bottle with the other, and I didn't move. Her bare thighs spread apart as she climbed on top of me on the couch, each knee settling into the cushion outside my own legs as she straddled me. Other than her weight being on her own knees instead of on my lap, it duplicated the way she had straddled me on the kitchen chair earlier.

I wrapped my arms around her small back and waist as hers encircled my head, pulling me close to her chest, to her plaid tie and white button down shirt. We held each other in silence.

"Uncle Michael?"

"Hmm?" I looked up at her face, close to mine, as her fingers ran through my hair, massaging the sensitive area at the base of my neck. She kissed me.

Soft, welcoming lips, parting open as mine met hers. Her tongue reached toward mine, calling it out to play. I strained upward to kiss her back, pulling her against me. I felt my cock start to swell, thankful my niece wasn't sitting on it this time.

We had kissed before, and it hadn't gone further. I knew it wasn't right, but I didn't resist. I could stop before things went too far, and the slope got too steep.

She didn't stop kissing me, hungrily tasting, licking, and nibbling. Her small sounds of satisfaction as she held me tight against her had me fully erect. She had sat down more on my lap as our kisses intensified, and her grinding lower body seemed fully aware of the log that had grown under and against her.

Her tongue eventually eased away from mine. Her two luscious lips caught and sucked on my upper one before letting it go free.

"I shaved for you."

I ran my hand over her silk smooth calf. "I can tell. Very nice. You have great legs."

"Silly, silly man. I didn't mean my legs."

I thought it better if I didn't answer that one, even if she felt the sudden tensing of my hand on her leg. I certainly felt her sink further down on my cock, rocking her hips against it.

"Uncle Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"You made some insulting remarks earlier involving my family and I think an apology is in order."

"Everything I said about your family is true. Not pleasant, but true."

"Not everything. You called grandma a cunt when you know she isn't."

It had seemed shocking yet safe to use that strong word earlier. The word had more power now, with this sexy young girl dressed to tease and grinding on my lap.

"I know you apologized to cunts generally but my cunt would like - and I would like - for you to apologize personally to, or 'kiss and make up' as they say, with my poor innocent under-appreciated cunt."

Words have power and she was smart enough to know it. Her words, and especially the emphasis she put on the final ones, had the power to force a prolonged groan from me as I pushed up against her.

"Mmmm. That's what I wanted to hear." She leaned her head down enough to softly, moistly kiss me again. Then she placed both hands on my shoulders, one more of a fist as she still held her beer bottle, and pushed herself up.

She stood close above me, her thighs open and feet outside my knees. I watched her take another swig and took one myself. She smiled broadly when she looked down. I followed her gaze to see my cock tenting up my pants, a half dollar worth of wet darkness staining the fabric.

"Are you ready to kiss and make up, sexy uncle?"

"Weren't we just kissing?"

"We were, and a very nice kisser you are." She reached her free hand down to the hem of her short skirt.

"But you know that's not what I meant."

She pulled the skirt up in front, exposing more and more thigh until they ended. Where the luscious thighs stopped, Niecey exposed the most beautiful bare smooth shaved little slit I have ever seen. Two full curves swelled downward, separated by a dimly lit crevice. I could see a tiny hint of inner lips peeking out of the narrow crack.

My mouth was dry. I had pictured white panties under that skirt, not this. Not the most perfect, inviting little pussy in the world, bare and open to me. I wondered how much of the wetness on my pants was my precum, and how much her juices. I didn't even try to tell myself not to think about juices flowing onto me from my nieces shaved slit.

"Do you like it? I shaved it for you."

Under her spell now, I still couldn't trust myself to speak, but I was compelled to answer. I nodded my agreement,

"Well, tell her you're sorry." I glanced up at her. She seemed so serious, but I could also sense her unsureness. She was taking charge but still vulnerable to rejection if I wasn't careful.

"I'm very sorry." I stared directly at her opening. "I never should have compared you to that bitter, misguided old hag."

I didn't decide to do it but it happened. My hand seemed to make its own decision. I reached out and rested my open hand on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. It slid up between her legs, lingering on the trip to enjoy the soft smoothness of her young freshly shaved legs.

When the hand stopped, it was deep between her thighs, with the uppermost finger, the index, resting against her bare crevice. I paused before dragging that finger toward me, tracing along her delicate flower. I truly didn't expect these lips to part, or for my fingertip to slip slightly between their wet slippery folds.

Niecey gasped at the sensation. So I repeated my motion, beckoning an imaginary third person, standing behind my niece, toward us with my finger. I watched the first joint disappear on its second pass between her inner labia.

She sounded breathless. "Uncle Mike, you're touching me. It really feels like you've got your finger inside your niece's innocent young cunt."

I froze, my fingertip still inside her.

"But I told you to kiss it."

I was still lost in a cloud of conflict brought on by her matter-of-fact observation that I was fingering her - which part of my brain registered as a shamefully and horribly true accusation - how wonderful her silken entry felt, and the words she chose to describe it. I did have my finger inside my niece's innocent young cunt.

Her last statement sank in. My finger still inside her, unmoving, I looked up at her. The stern look, hands on hips, glasses in danger of slipping off the end of her rather dainty nose, came across as more teacher than student, but even with the short cropped hair and dominant posture, she was all woman and so beautiful.

"Just kiss?"

She considered. "Hmm. Just kiss, but you can kiss her like you kiss me. I think she'd like that."

"So...start slow, then gradually add more tongue, letting it slide between your soft moist lips?"

Her stern gaze slipped, eyes glazing over for an instant. I felt her body twitch, encouraged the response by beginning a small wiggle of my finger inside her.

"Yes." Her blue eyes closed. "Like that. That sounds fine."

The finger eased back and forth inside her, no deeper than my first knuckle, opening her entire slit that far and no more. Her eyes were still closed, her head now tilting back. I felt her thighs tremble on either side of my hand.

Lowering my beer bottle to the floor beside my foot so I could slide that hand up and around her smooth thigh to where the back of the skirt still hung, I whispered, repeating my own words. "Such soft, moist lips."

The shaking increased. I let the tips of my next two fingers follow the first. Her velvet insides opened a fraction more as the longer middle finger traveled deeper, the three together forming the predatory triangle of a shark's fin slicing frictionless through the intimate wetness.

"Oh fuck." I heard her murmur as the shaking sped up, my hand on her rear under her skirt and my fingers inside both detected the sharp increase in tension. Suddenly, her knees buckled.

My free arm caught her, circling her small waist as her legs gave out. Perhaps she could have caught herself, but I didn't give her the chance. I redirected her fall onto the couch, turning to kneel above her as I lowered her twitching form to improvised safety.

I saw her eyes go wide on the way down, as her sudden downward drop forced my three fingers deep inside her.

"Ahhhh!"

She had been holding her skirt up tight to her belly with both hands, showing off her smooth shave. The one not clutching a nearly empty bottle now grabbed my wrist.

Looking down at the young girl I held close with my arm now pinned under her, I saw the strain of the intense sensations and unexpected entry on her face. Expecting her to push my invading fingers back out, I was surprised when her tight grip held my wrist in place, keeping my fingers deep inside her.

The look of strain only increased as I felt her body got rigid, arching into me, shoving her hips onto my hand. Her eyes stared at me, overwhelmed. Her mouth opened soundlessly and she came.

With her held so awkwardly, intimately close, one arm trapped beneath her, the other pinned between us in her strong small grip, I felt every shake and tremble, every spasming tension of my young niece's climax. I was in awe of this sweet beauty, so serious and shy, this confusing teenage blend of confidence and insecurities, cumming in total silence and my arms, cumming so soon and do hard.

Gradually her shaking eased but she did not release my wrist. Her eyes darted from one of mine to the other. I kept mine steady, reassuring. My arm was trapped between us uncomfortably, but to shift it I would have to move the fingers deep inside her. Finally, her darts settled on a spot slightly below my left eye.

"I'm sorry."

I laughed, and felt her tense at the reaction. I kept my voice calm and soothing. "Niecey, sweet girl, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was beautiful. I should be thanking you. And then apologizing on my knees."

All four of our eyes popped wide. I had meant apologizing for taking advantage of my young niece when I should know better, but what I said called up just what she had asked for: on my knees, apologizing to her cunt.

Her grin was angelically devilish. "Yes please."

"Denise."

"Michael." Her voice was low and a respectable imitation of my intonations.

"Don't you think we should..."

"Don't you think a gentleman should always take his hand out of the lady's postorgasmic pussy before posing moral quandaries?" She punctuated her question with an abrupt opening of her hand, releasing my wrist, and an inquisitive lift of one eyebrow.

I eased the shark's fin of three fingers out from where her drop had wedged them tight, but only far enough to free one. The longer two pushed back in, reopening her as soon as she snapped shut, twisting as they went so my palm was up.

Without thought, they curled slightly as they separated wet walls, finding the pebbly upper surface curving with my fingers. I love making women cum and the ones that have cum the most often have, right where the top edge of their opening curves upward and in, a crinkled, pebbly textured firmer area that can get quite receptive to direct stimulation.

"Aaaaiiii!" Making her bright blue eyes pop open above her glasses and below her dark hair was becoming addicting. She'd fully expected me to retract my fingers, the surprise making the sudden stimulation over her "g-spot" that much more intense. I felt her hand again grab my wrist.

My two fingers beckoned towards me, welcoming the imaginary girl shyly watching us from behind my niece, making slow circles of ebbing and flowing pressure concentrated over her slick crinkled spot.

"Oh shit. Fuck. Not again." She arched hard. Tight before, she clenched down on my fingers, though they continued their slow beckoning circles as best they could as she writhed close to me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She babbled before the words became a cry of despair. With one spasming deeper arch, a flood of warm fluid soaked my hand. Enough to wet my wrist and the cushion directly below.

"Oh, god. I am so sorry!" She looked panicked, while I must have been grinning like an idiot.

"Denise. Sweet, beautiful Niecey, what are you sorry about?"

"I tried. I didn't mean to. I can't help it. I lose control sometimes, and cum...too much."

Remembering the reaction I'd gotten before, I held back a laugh. Someone had confused this young girl about her own budding sexuality.

"Because you squirt?"

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Mike. I didn't know you were going to keep..."

"Niecey, it's okay."

"I peed on your couch!"

"Niecey." I said it with force. I waited as she focused. "Listen."

I had her full attention. "What you did just now was beautiful."

I let that sink in. She looked up at me over her glasses, all student now.

"If some boy got scared because of your pleasure," I could see in her face I was close. "His loss. Niecey, you came so hard you squirted all over my hand, up my wrist and on the couch. And you have no idea how incredibly sexy that is."

She looked completely confused. I started to massage her spot with my fingers again. Her jaw dropped open. She struggled against me.

"I want you to cum again, Denise. I don't care if I have to buy a new damn couch, I want to make you cum, over and over again."

The struggling almost stopped."You want me to...? Really?"

She wanted so much to believe it was true. Her bright eyes pleaded with me to make it true.

"So very much." I kissed her. The circles grew, still slow but bigger inside her, more determined.

My lips still brushed against her, our kiss unbroken, as I said, "Niecey. Cum now. Cum for me. Cum for your uncle."

She gave in. I felt the tension as she arched again, muscles clenched up, giving up control over her own body. I nibbled and licked at her lips, stretched wide open in a soundless gasp.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go."

She did. Soundless no more, she uttered a nameless ongoing vowel. Her hips and back racked in spasm. She rode my circles. The vowel changed pitch, suddenly deeper, finger nails dug into my clenched wrist, and a second warm flood gushed out.

"Yes! That's it, little girl. Let yourself go for me." I wanted her to hear continuous reassurance, to associate her orgasms with praise and delight, to overcome the previous negative responses.

I was rock hard in my pants. Twice in my life, I had had short relationships with truly multiorgasmic women, one of whom occasionally squirted when she really lost control. Nothing had ever made me feel as satisfied as bringing them to that place where they were helplessly lost on wave after wave of pleasure.

As Niecey exploded in climax for the third time, squirting a second time in a matter of minutes, I abandoned any care for how taboo our act was. I had to have as much of my young niece as I could get.

She must have seen the determination in my eyes, because she suddenly looked panicked again as her orgasm subsided along with my circles. Vulnerable.

"Denise. Sweetheart. Thank you. That was so good. If it's okay with you, I want more, much more."

It seemed to take a moment to register. Her nod was shy.

"Are you going to kiss her now?"

It was my turn to be puzzled momentarily. "I'd be delighted to continue my oral apology. But answer me one thing. If you were worried about squirting, why so eager for me to kiss...her? Weren't you worried about squirting in my face?"

Niecey shook her head. "No. I've only been kissed there twice. It felt really good, but I was way too scared to let loose. I stopped them before I embarrassed myself."

"You poor, poor girl. I think I'll have to retrain you." Just saying the words sent a surge through me. I would love to train this innocent, misguided forbidden girl. Teach her to give in to her pleasure, to her gift. This sexy beauty who kept surprising me with her body's incredible responses and reminding me of long-suppressed desires for her mother, my sister.

"Niecey, I am going to give you the most thorough apology you have every had."

"Mmmm." She smiled at that.

"But promise me one thing."

"Okay."

"Never, ever hold back any orgasm, any cum, any squirting when I am with you unless I ask you to. Sometimes, I may tell you to hold it to let it build, but unless I do, don't ever keep yourself from your pleasure. If I am kissing you, if I have my tongue inside you where my fingers are now, I want you to cum as hard and as often as you can. Understood?"

"I'll try." Her answer was breathless.

"Promise me."

"I...I promise, Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike?"

"Yes, Niecey girl?"

"I love you." Again, her eyes had trouble settling on a spot to watch, darting between mine.

I kissed her softly. "I love you too. Now I want to take you to bed."

"To your bed?"

"If I have my way, Niecey, it'll be our bed." Her eyes widened. Looking up over her glasses at me as she took that in. I saw the narrow slivers of white that showed under her bright blue irises.

"I think I like that idea." She whispered.