The Need for Seed Ch. 03

Author's note: This is the third installment to an ongoing story. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen and are entirely fictional. This chapter is little light on graphic sex but set up Chapters 4 and 5, which are complete and will more than make up for it. They will follow shortly. Enjoy, and thank you for all the wonderful feedback on Chapters 1 & 2.




"Ma'am, I found something of yours. I think she was running away again."

"I don't know, Mike. This girl had become quite a handful: rebellious, no respect for authority." The bright smile on Meghan's face was a joy to see. We had become more distant since MegNz had opened four years ago, after I had crossed an uncrossable line. We got along, but the closeness I'd always felt with my only sibling had been lacking.

That was why I was so delighted to get the phone call from Niecey today. I had made gentler love my niece this morning when we woke up. I had found her soaking wet when I rolled over and touched the sleeping beauty next to me, naked except for a thin red plaid tie around her neck. Opening her legs, I had crawled between them and brought her abruptly to consciousness when my cock head, slathered with my own spit, slid into her, suddenly stretching her tender opening.

I don't know how many things I have ever seen more beautiful and inspiring than my sexy young niece's bright blue eyes popping open in surprise right then. Seeing the realization of where she was and what I was doing hit them, followed immediately by tension tightening her face as I pushed myself deeper insider her.

Her arms wrapped me close in a death grip as her almost immediate orgasm rolled over her. Until she pulled me too close to see, I watched with awe her eyes progress in the brief eternity from sleep to awake, from peaceful slumber to incestuous penetration to the start of clenching release.

Engrossed so deeply in her sudden climax, I didn't recognize my own until I cried out, pumping my niece full of my cum. I know I had never seen a girl cum so quickly, and I couldn't remember the last time I had either.

When I got the call hours later, my cock started to grow as soon as heard her voice. She surprised me by inviting me to their house.

"Mom has big news and wants to celebrate. It'll just be the three of us. My real family." The young girl almost squealed.

Nervous excitement filled me. I missed the closeness I used to spend with my sister, but it was my own fault. Now I had found a new closeness with her young daughter. Spending the evening with the parent of a young girl I had fucked earlier in the day could always get interesting in a hurry, even when the girl wasn't my only niece.

Denise met me at the door.

"Mmmm." She squeezed me tight to her, eyes glowing with excitement. Silently, she brought her lips to mine, teasing me with her tongue before withdrawing. I noticed she was wearing jeans again, but the jeans looked more feminine, closer fit to her than normal. Her shapely thighs seemed more displayed, or was it merely my own awareness of my niece's budding beauty hidden below?

I followed her into the kitchen, placing my hands on her shoulders as I announced I had found the wayward naïf.

Meghan looked gorgeous, radiant. She hugged me close, her hard body and large breasts a study in contrast to her daughter's. She wore a slim fitted red dress, with thin straps over the shoulder, a keyhole cut out over her chest and a series of peek-a-boo holes running down one side. Every opening revealed parts of inked art and slivers of sexy woman. Her long black hair was tied high in the back, revealing the closely buzzed side above her ear.

My sister held the hug a little longer than expected. Then she brought her hand to my cheek as she looked into my eyes with her striking green ones. "Thanks for coming, Michael. I wouldn't be here without you."

"And I wouldn't rather be anywhere or with anyone else." Except possibly alone with your daughter. Can she borrow that red dress sometime, Sis?

Meghan surprised me by lightly kissing my lips. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't something she did often, and I knew it hadn't happened since I crossed that line, after MegNz grand opening.

Dinner was delightful. Meghan saved the news until we were eating. Seafood Alfredo on fresh-made pasta and a light white wine. She let her daughter have two glasses, something I had heard Niecey claim her mother sometimes allowed lately, but had yet to witness myself.

The news concerned MegN. I knew business was great: she had paid off all the loans I had cosigned. I had heard from Niecey that her mom was shortly to be featured in a photo shoot in one of the new crop of Men's magazines, trying to catch the "Alt" market their ad department said the Millennials so respected. Their readers had already voted an amazing shot of MegN in cut-off denim shorts with the sunrise behind her as the "Year's Best Thigh Gap."

This was bigger though. A real old-school Men's Entertainment magazine, the kind I would have hid from our parents as a kid if I could have gotten my hands on one, had offered her a fantastic sum to appear fully nude.

They didn't normally featured tatted bodies, rarely mothers or girls past their early twenties, with the obvious exception of celebrities. I guessed my sister was a celebrity now. Besides the life-changing amount of money, this was an honor and a huge step up in publicity too.

"I said yes."

"You'd be crazy to say no, Meg. Congratulations. That is seriously impressive. You deserve it."

She smiled at me over the table, taking another swig of wine. She didn't seem too nervous about the announcement but was still drinking more than I thought normal for her. "Thanks, Michael. It is a secret, though, okay?"

"No problem. I don't normally go bragging about how hot my sister is anyhow."

"You don't?"

"Everyone in town already knows it."

She paused, thinking. "It'll be my first full nudity."

"How does that feel?"

"Great. Your skin can breath, the wind carressing intimate places, though it can get chilly in the winter."

I chuckled at her. "I know what nudity feels like. How does it feel to know your nudity is going to be in millions of magazines and online everywhere?"

I noticed Niecey silently watching the two siblings chat, eyes barely clearing the wine glass she held to her lips, sipping slowly.

"Overwhelming. They made it clear this is about the unveiling of my new art."

"'Sunrise'?" I asked.

Meghan glowed. "You heard about it?"

"Who hasn't? How many tattoos make the news?" 'Sunrise' and 'Sunset' were names others had dubbed it. It's owner refused to describe or name it. In her signature low slung jeans look, the new tattoo showed only partly above her waistband.

It revealed a not-quite-half orb, like a sun on a horizon of denim, surrounded by what seemed to be clouds and radiating spears of light, all done in the style of a Master woodcut, like a late Durer. Speculation of what wasn't showing caught on, especially since the art disappeared in the direction of that award-winning thigh gap. Artists created their own concepts of the complete work, based on complete guesswork.

"I'd show it to you if I wasn't wearing this dress."

"Mom!"

"Okay. I'd show you the top of it. Why people call it that. For the rest, you'll just have to wait for the photo shoot to come out, like everyone else."

"So it's okay if your brother buys a copy?"

"As long as it's for the art. And the articles."

"Uncle Perv." Niecey had to get her dig in.

"Denise!"

"Sorry, Mom."

I was curious. "So, has anyone seen the whole thing yet?"

As soon as the question was out, I saw Niecey's eyes widen. I hadn't meant to, but I guess I was asking my sister, "Have you a spread your naked legs wide for anyone lately?"

"Obviously," was my sister's reply. She went on. "Chief did the inking over my art stencil. So he's seen everything, but is sworn to secrecy."

I had always wondered if anything went on with those two. Chief was definitely older, but it was hard to tell how much older with the part Native American artist. Barrel chest, thick arms, and a perpetual stern scowl hiding his sweet gentle disposition, he seemed like the kind of manly man MegN would go for. I pushed the thought aside as a jealous twinge hit my gut.

"Okay, I could beat the information out of him if I need too."

We all laughed. I was wiry fit and strong like Meghan, and a hair over six feet tall, and Chief was probably twenty years older, but he would break me like a twig. I didn't mention how satisfying the ludicrous idea of beating up the man, who had trained MegN and given her her first tattoo job, felt to me after my thoughts of him and my sister together.

We fell into a comfortable silence after discussing Meg's naked body and who had and would ogle it. I pushed my chair back, patting my stomach as I emptied my wine glass. "Thanks for a great meal with my two favorite people. And sharing such wonderful news. Do you know how proud I am of you?"

The two beautiful women followed suit, Niecey making a face as she swallowed the rest of her wine. Meghan simply smiled at me as she set her empty glass down.

"Thanks, Michael. I always want you to be proud of me." She seemed to fight back tears, not something I saw often in my tough acting sister.

"Do I have to clean up the dishes now, Mom? It feels so good to just sit here, with my family." I was feeling the wine, so I knew Niecey would be.

"I can see what you mean, Meg. No respect for traditional parental authority and roles. Won't do the simplest chores. Nothing but trouble." I shook my head in faux disgust, continuing the mock complaints from before. There had never been an easier child to raise than Denise.

"I tried to sell her, but no takers on Craigslist. I'm at my wit's end." Megs toned and tatted shoulders dropped with a theatric sigh. I noticed the way her full tits, stretching the red fabric of her dress, shimmied with the motion. Especially the keyhole at their center. Shadows at the center of each hinted at her nipples, both of which I knew to be pierced.

I shook my head. "Spare the rod and spoil the child. I guess she's left us no choice."

I turned my chair away from the dining table and patted my lap. "Denise, you need punished. Come here and take your spanking."

Meghan laughed, but cut it short when Niecey did as I said, shocking us both. Without hesitation, she stood and walked around the table to me, before she bent over my legs as I sat in the armless chair, resting her weight on them while she presented her jeans-covered rear to my right hand. Without considering how far this would go, I locked my right leg over her left, hooking my ankle inside her knee, and sliding my left hand up her back to her neck.

With wine-fueled confidence and without hesitation, I slapped her denim-covered ass with my open palm, hard and loud. Niecey cried out in surprise. Meghan's mouth dropped open. I spanked her daughter again in the same spot. The sound echoed in silence this time. My hand rested over the impacted area, rubbing softly. My sister's eyes were on my hand, massaging her daughter's tender cheek.

"Niecey, do you remember your promise?"

"Yes, Uncle Mike."

"Wait. What promise?" Meghan asked.

"I had Denise promise to not hold back when something came up, to let it out." The teenager on my lap made a small snorting sound her mom didn't hear didn't pick up on. "Apparently, she misapplied what she knows I meant. It was not intended to get her out of her chores."

I pulled my hand back and immediately spanked her on the other cheek. She cried out again. I massaged with my thumb through the neat tapered stubble at the base of her skull, holding her head down, bent low over my lap.

"You do know what I meant. Right, my smart young niece?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Are you holding anything else back now?"

"No, uncle." She sounded less sure and received another slap on the second sore spot.

"Are you sure?" Her spanked round bottom lifted then, pushing back on my hand that had smacked it. "I think you're holding something back from your mother and me. I'm going to spank you until you let it go."

I glanced at my sister as I pulled my hand back. She looked puzzled but entirely engrossed with what was transpiring. I could see her straight white teeth as her mouth hung slackly open.

Niecey squirmed against my leg and hand holding her down. "No, please. I don't want to..."

Slap!

"No!"

Slap!

"Nooo." The protest trailed off to a whine.

Slap!

"Oh." I recognized the change in tone.

"That's it. You promised. Now let it out."

Slap!

As her back arched on my lap, tightening neck and back muscles pulled her strained face upward. She looked full into her mom's rapt face as the orgasm rode through her young body, radiating outward from the source of pain and pleasure.

I heard the quiet hissing sound I had been waiting for just before I felt warmth spreading over my thigh.

"Nooooo." Forlorn, helpless, embarrassed in front of Meghan, she submitted to my wants and her promise.

"Good girl." I massaged her neck with one hand, the red welts surely forming under her jeans with the other. "Let it go."

When the spasms slowed I ease her up off my lap. Tears streaked her cheeks. Meghan was staring at my leg and the large wet spot covering my thigh. I smiled at her before pulling her daughter to me. I kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her glasses bumped my chin.

"Such a good girl. Thank you for honoring your promise and not holding back. Did you like that?"

Niecey nodded, eyes down.

"Now tell your mom you're sorry and go get washed up." I wiped one teary streak away.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I won't ever be a rebellious brat ever again." She grinned and looked back at me. "Unless Uncle Mike is in charge of discipline."

She almost skipped out of the room, before popping her head back in. "Mom? I'm going to turn in after I wash up. Love you. Love you, Uncle Mike."

We both assured her of our reciprocating love as she left again, though mine had changed in the last day or so, more Eros added to the Agape love I had always had for my niece. I wondered at he sudden "turning in."

Silence hung over the two of us after Niecey left. Finally, Meghan spoke. "Jesus. Did she pee on you?"

I shrugged. "Sis, I think your daughter's a squirter."

"That's sick. And kind of hot. She came from just you spanking her." My sister shook her head in disbelief. "Incredible."

She looked down at my wet pants again, considering. "Let's get those clean. Come on."

I walked behind her to the laundry room, watching my sister's famed ass lead the way. That really was a very fine gap she had there between her lean thighs. She pulled the knob on the machine, starting water running. "Okay, let's have them. There are sweats here you can wear."

I loosened my belt, pulled the thick leather from the loops. I noticed her eyes watching my hands' activities. I flipped the belt in two and quickly snapped the two ends I held. The doubled up leather slapped together with a loud crack, making her jump.

"Jesus, Mike!" She looked flushed, nervous.

I lowered my zipper and dropped the pants. Kicking my feet out of them as I stood there, I saw her again staring at me. I looked down to see my boxer briefs were wet as well on one side. Niecey had soaked right through.

The outline of my hard cock was distinct, stretching the thin cotton. "I suppose we should wash these too."

She nodded agreement without looking up or away. "Uh huh. Looks like I'm not the only one who thought that was hot."

"Not many things as hot as a beautiful woman in the throes of her orgasm, Sis."

Meghan's eyes flicked up to mine before dropping back down to my wet underwear. "You know, that's the first time I've ever seen another woman cum. In person, I mean. And it was my daughter bent over my brother's lap. Crazy. She came in like 30 seconds."

She shook her head in disbelief. When my thumbs slipped under my elastic waistband she turned away from me. I let them drop to the ground. I took the opportunity to check out Meghan's gorgeous back. Even with her various tattoos she still showed a lot of smooth unlinked skin and the lean cut muscle we had both been blessed with. The ink she did have was unique, quality work, positioned for maximum effect on the body. She had said many times the placement was at least as important as the design.

Growing up with a sister two years older and an early developer, she had been the ideal of female beauty to me. In many ways she still was. The red clinging dress hid little from my gaze. I had no doubts why a magazine would pay so much for her to strip for their readers.

"What happened between us?" The question popped out as I pulled on the sweat pants, trying to ignore the giant "PINK" now marking my ass, even as I knew the answer. My own idiotic lust had happened between us.

She leaned against the washer, unable to look at me.

"You know what happened, Michael. Once again, you were my Mike in shining armor, as always there to rescue me, to slay the Jenkins dragon. To buy me a building. But you're my little brother too." Her strong shoulders sagged, no mock dismay this time. She paused before continuing.

"I'm supposed to protect you. Keep you innocent and safe. And when I had a chance to actually protect you - from your own dirty-minded older sister - I betrayed you in the worst way possible." Her head hung down. I could see her start to shake with silent sobs.

"Huh? You betrayed me?" I tried to wrap my head around her completely different perspective on our relationship.

"I know I did, dammit. Enough already!" Her voice was thick with her tears. She'd totally misunderstood me.

I went to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, covering bare skin and a fierce Japanese samurai wielding a long naginata. "Meg..."

"Don't touch me!" She pulled her shoulder out from under my hand. I heard a pang to her voice beyond what her crying would explain. The wine, our newly refound closeness, talk of revealed Sunrise, my niece's cum on my leg, and a spectacular red dress conspired against my rational mind. Her obvious misunderstanding of what happened pushed me over the edge.

I grabbed both her arms, one hand obscuring a pair of creepy Raggedy dolls over one cut lean bicep below the Samurai, the other, the lower part of an ornate Polynesian shoulder armor. Meghan - actually MegN - had feminized the armor like something Frank Frazetta might have put on a Martian princess, the shadowing and detail making it one of her most commented on artworks, until Sunrise-mania hit.

She struggled against my grip. I was confused and frustrated. I wanted to shake her slim body in my hands, shake some sense into her. Instead I pulled her back against me, my mouth close to her ear. I could feel her shaking, and her hair against my cheek, both long silky strands and short sharp stubble.

"Meghan." I didn't yell, but it was close. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me."

Holding my sister from behind with a hand on each arm as she struggled to get away was a defining part of our relationship growing up. Meg was two years older than me. As young siblings we latched onto that position, whether gripping wrists or upper arms, as a test of strength repeated often when roughhousing.

It took years of her escaping and letting me grab hold again before my male physique caught up to her older female one. At some point the upper arm grab became our standard, with Meg pulled tight against my body, my sister's teen ass pushing back at me whenever she bent at the waist, letting her weight twist her arms hard behind her. My first fleeting contacts with a breast pressing against me, a nubile body near mine, were with my older sister.