The Need for Seed Ch. 02

Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Chapter One, and it is assumed that the reader will have read that first. All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.

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I carefully untangled us from each other and the couch. As I helped Niecey to her feet with one hand, I took her beer bottle with the other. Ceremoniously, I dumped the remaining inch or two directly on the couch where we had been, where we could both see the soaked spot she had left.

"Darn, I spilled a beer. I guess I'll have to get this couch cleaned."

The look she gave me before hugging herself against my chest was a look the girl might have given a awkward playful puppy suddenly falling asleep. "That is so sweet!"

I noticed how tall she was against me in her sneaker-heels. I caught a fresh but spicy scent in the short hair above her ear as she leaned close.

When her hug eased I took her hand and led my niece to my bedroom. Leaving her there, I returned with three thick bath towels. I stopped at the sight of her standing beside the bed.

She was gorgeous. Her short cropped hair only accentuated her neck and face. She had pushed her glasses back up on her nose so I saw her blue eyes through the lenses. The plaid tie was askew, exposing the row of clear plastic buttons down the center of the simple white shirt.

The shirt looked a size too small, both how the sleeves bunched high on her arm above the triceps, and how the placket pulled open slightly between the buttons where the shirt was held together over her small breasts. A slight peak in the material of her pocket hinted at a nipple hidden below.

The shirt was bunched where it had pulled out of the waistband of her short pleated skirt. Even more than her Wranglers, the red skirt emphasized the obvious flair of her hips out from that tucked waist.

And her legs. My niece had hidden the sexiest smooth legs under that denim way too long. Stretched out by the angle her silly fashion shoes held her down-pointed toes, they seemed almost cartoony perfect caricatures of what legs should and could be. Womanly curves drawn with youthful suppleness on a red plaid canvas. The inside of both thighs shone wet a hand's breadth or more below the hem. Her hands tugged at one another near her waist.

Seeing how nervous she was, I tossed the towels on the bed and gathered her in my arms. Her head tilted up to kiss me. Instead, I locked my eyes on hers.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"You don't know how much."

"And you remember your promise?"

She shivered. Nodded.

"Good. Don't make me remind you, okay?" I softened my voice on this last question. Her eyes widened behind the glasses at the implied threat.

"I won't."

"Good girl." She smiled, brightening both her face and the room.

I kissed her. Beginning with soft teases on the outside of her lips, before slipping inside and increasing the intensity, I explored her mouth the way I had suggested to her I would kiss her cunt.

I felt her body responding before she moaned against my lips, muscles tensing along her back as she melted into my body. I was having trouble maintaining even breathing. My young niece ground against me, her lower body pushing the swollen outline of my cock into her belly. It sent a tingling rush up my spine, feeling this beautiful girl who I had assumed to be a lesbian, who I had helped raise loving her like a daughter, open herself and offer herself to me.

I allowed one hand to leave her back. It found her hip and was tempted to slide down and find its way under her pleated skirt. Instead, I brought it upward along her side. As it neared the top of her ribs, the thumb traced the small swelling of the outside of one breast. I felt no trace of a bra. I growled against her lips as I confirmed my suspicion. Niecey leaned into me, one knee bending as her leg slipped between mine.

The hand explored out over her thin white cotton shirt. Its texture was crisp. I assumed she had bought it today. For me. For us.

When my hand cupped her small breast, barely filling the palm with its firm resistance, she purred. Her tongue made a slow pass deep along mine. I felt a hardened point near the base of my thumb. My other arm, wrapped around her felt the uptick in tension as my palm moved over the raised knot.

"Can you cum like this?" I whispered it against her jaw, leaving her lips abandoned for a moment.

"Uh huh." I heard a short breath between the two sounds of her answer as she pushed against me, trying to get my thigh further between her legs. I kept my leg straight so she couldn't rub her most sensitive parts directly on me without leaning back.

She whined as we kissed again. Her back muscled flexed as she reached again to rub against me. Her breaths were rapid now as we both filled our lungs with each other's shared exhalations.

"You want to rub against me, don't you?" I pushed my thigh forward a fraction of an inch.

"God yes."

"You'll cum if you grind your bare little pussy on my thigh right now, won't you?"

She groaned. "Please."

"No." I steeled my voice, making my words commands. Her eyes pleaded. Her training had begun. "I am going to kiss your wet little cunt and suck your little clit."

Her groan was louder. She pushed against me, her hands scrambling over my back and around my waist, trying to find how she could get the direct contact she craved.

I kissed along her jaw to below her ear before I continued. "But first you're going to cum for me."

I locked her small form against me with the one arm around her. I found her nipple with my other thumb, flicked the hard tip through the cotton shirt as my first finger held it in place. I kissed her neck before letting her feel my teeth along the tender flesh there.

"Cum, baby girl. Show your uncle what a dirty, sexy girl you are and cum for him right now."

Bless her heart, she did. Her groan rose to a choked scream as her back arched. Her nipple, already erect, crinkled into a tiny hard nexus of sensitivity under my touch.

Once her reaction began I gave her my thigh. It was important she learned that she didn't need direct stimulation there to climax. It was also important to reward her when she did as she was told. My thigh, offered to her legs to straddle and grind against her, was her reward.

I continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, continued to tease her nipple, as I whispered under her ear. "That's it. Good girl. Cum when your uncle tells you to. Cum hard."

At the last two words, delivered again with more steel, more command than encouragement, my thigh found her crotch. Her thighs squeezed down on my thicker harder leg. Her hands locked behind my neck as she arched further, her head hanging back away from me, mouth open and gasping, eyes staring upward.

I felt warm fluid soak my pants over my thigh as a dim hiss of released fluid reached my ears.

"Good girl. Such a very, very good girl."

My hand behind her had gripped one cheek of her ass as I held her upright. I could feel pleated fabric under most of the hand, but bare smooth skin under my fingertips. Her whole body shook against mine.

As the shaking eased, I led her the few steps to my bed, guiding and supporting her with my hands and arms. With the thick pillow top mattress and box spring, she was still almost standing when I leaned her weight back against it. The height of the bed meant if I sat her up on the edge, she would be situated at just the right level for me to open her legs and push inside.

Once the shaking stopped I backed away from her after one more lingering kiss. Her eyes still looked glazed from her most recent climax. She watched me unfold the three large thick towels and spread them one atop the next on the bed, hanging part way off the edge of the mattress.

When I looked back at her, Niecey was staring at the large wet spot covering my thigh. I smiled at her and she blushed. Stepping close, I stroked her sweet cheek, tracing the high line of her exquisite cheekbone, and lightly kissed her.

"You were a very good girl, Niecey. You make me happy and proud."

She looked both pleased and puzzled.."Because I...wet your pants?"

"Partly. Because you did as you were told." I watched her pupils dilate involuntarily.

"You came when I told you to. You came hard. And without anything touching you down here." I illustrated my point by sliding a hand up her soft thigh and under the plaid skirt. Her legs were open enough for my hand to trail right up her slit, her lips open enough for one finger to be welcomed slickly inside.

"Fuck." It was the softest of whispers.

"Soon, Niecey. Soon."

"Really?" Her eyes searched mine for confirmation.

I nodded. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me what you want."

She paused, studying me. I stroked my finger inside her and her mouth dropped open.

"I want you...to fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me, Uncle Michael. I want you inside me. Please."

"Good. Girl." I withdrew my hand from under her skirt, displayed the shining finger between us. I offered it to my niece.

"Taste it." A sharp intake of breath showed her surprise, but she grinned.

"Such a naughty uncle!"

"Just the way you like 'em. I'm going to teach you whole new kinds of naughty you didn't even know existed. Now taste."

My wet finger was almost against her lips. She pressed them against my finger tip like a kiss before taking me in. She savored the taste, sucking her juices from me. As soon as the tip left her lips I kissed her hard and deep.

Pushing her legs further apart, I wedged myself close between them as we kissed. My hands wandered up to her cute little plaid tie. I loosened the half Windsor knot around her neck.

Easing away from her lips, I undid her top shirt button and flipped up the collar. I pulled the collar down, out from under the tie, so the plaid choker was around her lovely bare neck.

I snugged the tie up, tightening it on her exposed throat. I felt her hips rock as her eyes popped wide. She liked the sensation of the tie, and me, gentling constricting her windpipe. I made a point to remember that and explore her reaction further. I shoved down another thought of my sister Meghan, my arm snaking around the neck from behind as she pressed her firm tight ass back against me.

My hands left the tie to play with the small gap separating two buttons between her small breasts. I toyed with the central button, straining to hold together the too-small shirt. I encouraged it from its snug little hole, allowing the gap to widen, showing a hint of soft skin underneath.

Her chest rose and fell with quick shallow breaths. Two thumbs circled twin hardened nubs through her shirt, before two fingers from each of my hands returned to the opening between them. Fingertips stroked the soft skin between her breasts before curling around the sides of the placket. I could see the narrow diamond of smooth pale skin as I held the gap open.

I pulled, hard. My niece gasped as I tore her shirt open, exposing her tender little tits, my hands dragging over her sensitive nipples as they broke threads and sent small clear buttons flying.

My hands covered her exposed breasts, squeezing them, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb. They were marvelous tiny mounds, the softest of skin over firm young flesh, peaked with perfect hard nubs. Her chest heaved under my touch.

My hands ran behind her ribs, regretfully leaving their soft targets. I pulled her upright away from leaning against the bed as I stepped back. Receptive to my slightest touch, Niecey let me guide her over to where I had stacked the thick towels. I stepped close to her as my hands again found her perfect little tits. Her hand pulled my head down to kiss me, small sounds escaping her throat as our tongues found one another.

I bent down enough to suck one nipple in between my lips. I was not gentle. I pulled on it, flicked over it, stretched the sensitive hardness out away from her body before I let my teeth scrape across it. Her strangled cry rose in a series of higher pitches, like a panicked Von Trapp girl butchering Do Re Me.

Her fingers were frantic in my hair, unsure if they should be pushing me away or dragging me closer. I held the abused nipple between tight lips, flicking the stiffened tip of my tongue across it rapidly. Her cry caught and held the high off key pitch as her hands decided on dragging me closer, holding the tormenting mouth close to her.

I recognized the tension starting to again fill her young body. I flickered harder, adding teasing nips of my teeth. Her hips bucked. I pulled back enough to see her looking down at me, panting, eyes wide.

"Don't cum yet. Hold it for me." Her face showed the panic I had felt from her hands.

"I don't know if..." All she could muster was a shallow whine. I held back my smile at her discomfort. First I'd told her to not hold back, now I demanded the opposite. The next step in bringing my niece's remarkable orgasms under my control.

"Hold it, Niecey. It won't be long." My words gave her no choice. My mouth returned to the same nipple, shining wetly now, swollen and tender from my rough attention.

"Oh god." Her whispered response was exactly what I wanted, especially accompanied by renewed motion from her hips. "I am so close. Please, Uncle Mike. Please."

Her legs came up as she leaned back. My mouth lips and tongue stayed on her as she reclined and I felt her bare legs wrap around me. They squeezed tight, pulling her crotch against me.

"Oh god. So good. So fucking good."

I released her crinkled hard nipple. Her chest rose and fell raggedly. Her legs tight around my hips, I moved my hands to the mattress on either side of her reclined upper body. My face was near hers, her eyes locked to mine, sharing each other's breath.

"Cum."

One small word. One enormous, immediate response. The tension started in her face, between her brows. Then her cheeks flushed, the mottled red traveling down her neck and over her upper chest. Her legs clenched me to her as her back arched.

I did not touch her at all while her orgasm claimed her. I did not speak or encourage her. I merely watched, drinking it in, savoring the ecstatic response of my new trainee.

I felt her legs relax their grip before she collapsed back on the towels. Only then did I speak.

"Such a good girl. So sexy. Cumming so hard, right when she's told."

Still half lost in her post-orgasmic bliss, Niecey smiled up at me weakly.

"I didn't think I could hold it." She whispered.

I stroked her temple. "You're going to learn all kinds of things you wouldn't think you could do, baby girl. Do you like holding it for your uncle?"

She nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah. I didn't want to disappoint you, Uncle Mike. Ever. I held it for you. Then, when you told me to cum. Oh god, fuck, that was intense."

She bit her lower lip recalling it. She looked so perfect then: white teeth sunk into her swollen lower lip, bright blue eyes fixed on me over her glasses, her young tits exposed between torn sides of her white schoolgirl shirt, almost flattened by her reclined position except for the nipples straining upward.

I unwound her legs from around me as I stood above her. One hand holding each of her fashion sneakers wide, my eyes wandered the length of her shapely bare legs to her swollen-moist shaved-smooth puss, her short pleated skirt bunched above it, covering nothing. "I think its time for an apology."

She groaned. I let my hands slide along the underside of her legs, holding them wide, from ankle to knee to thigh as I lowered my mouth to her.

"Yes, Uncle Michael. Yes."

Up close, her wet little pussy was beautiful. Unintentionally, three of my fingers had already been shoved deep inside my niece's tight slit. She had cum from that, and cum again from two of those fingers massaging directly over the pebbly sensitive G spot I'd found. Now I was going to back up and slow down.

My niece held her wonderful smooth soft thighs open for me. Her red plaid schoolgirl skirt was bunched at her waist. I ran my thumb alongside one thigh, where flesh that would be vertical on standing legs curved into horizontal strips of the softest skin, separating legs from labia. Flawlessly smooth. I ran my other thumb along the opposite side.

Tasting her with my touch, reveling in the soft smooth open invitation before me, I gently stroked both thumbs along the silky strips, pulling them apart. Her lips were swollen and shiny wet, and eager to open. Her soaked pink channel unfolded like a slow motion flower, releasing its heady scent to attract attention.

I leaned close, holding her and my thumbs wide, and breathed in her essence. Niecey's hips rose, trying to bring her aching tender bud to my touch, so near and tempting. I rose with her, staying close but no touching except for the two doorman thumbs holding her open and ready for entrance.

Her distance whisper seemed aimed more at the ceiling and the Universe than at her Uncle, sniffing deeply at her young subtle but intoxicating aroma. "Please. Please. Please. Oh god. So good. Uncle Michael is touching my cunt!"

Her hips jerked up, burying my nose in her moist folds. Her hands grabbed my head, pushing it deeper against her. Her own whisper of the word "cunt" had set her off like a command.

Her legs tensed as she ground her pussy into my face, muttering words I couldn't hear with her thighs close to my ears. I had intended to tease her, to build up the attention slowly, but her next orgasm changed my plans. I grabbed both her shaking hips up under her pleated skirt, holding her to my mouth while I pushed my tongue deep inside her. My niece whined loudly.

I ran my tongue along the trail my fingers had blazed, between her open smooth lips from the very base up to where it had to leave it's intrusion to lick in one long moist stroke over her still hooded but very swollen clit.

I pulled back before growling at the young girl. "Don't you dare hold back."

Her whine became a shallow scream. Her hands clasped my head tighter. I felt fingers pulling painfully at my hair. I sealed my lips around the raised hooded button, sucking while my tongue began pulsing, determined flicks over the tense nexus of nerves between my lips.

Warm fluid gushed over my chin as I felt the outer reaches of her abdominal muscles spasm under my fingers splayed from her hips to hold her to me. Her body shook, tensed beyond her control. I sucked and flicked as she soaked my face with her sweet warm juices, allowing them to run down onto the thick towels below us.

I didn't allow her orgasm to wane this time. As soon as I felt her belly muscles start to relax, the tension ease slightly, I redoubled my attention on her clit.

"Oh. Fucking god no." I heard, in a voice bordering on despair.

I brought both thumbs close and slid the hood up and off her hidden button. It shone with her wetness, swollen and red, so tender and exposed. I allowed the very tip of my tongue, held relaxed and soft, to graze the little knob.

"Please. No. I can't..."

"Yes, Niecey, you can." My voice was deep with gravel and would accept no debate. I was going to make sure she had no resistance to cumming hard when my mouth was on her. "You made your uncle a promise."

The shaking renewed. Her thighs were clenched tight. I licked again deep inside her, tasting the stronger fluids accumulating there. Once more my tongue slipped out of her as it journeyed back to her clit, now held vulnerably exposed.

I pressed the thick middle of my tongue against it.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I heard. I felt her legs begin an unconscious almost swimming motion in the air on either side of my head, pedaling vaguely.

Keeping the soft middle of my tongue against her most sensitive spot, the swollen little bulb distinct, I began to move rapidly against her, letting the strong muscle of my tongue tense to the point of vibrating.