The Need for Seed Ch. 05

My sister groaned. I stroked her head as her daughter stood on the spa seat, water running down her body. Niecey leaned in and kissed me deep and hard, her hands behind my neck. I saw the frames of her glasses too close to focus between her eyes and mine. My balls began to pull up tight.

My fist tightened in Meghan's hair. She pushed back against my hand with a gag after my head slipped the last bit into her throat. I held her down on me, keeping myself deep. Niecey's tongue and lips grew more frantic as the sounds her mother made mirrored the ones she had forced out of her daughter moments ago.

With small motions of my hips I fucked my sister's throat, my fist in her hair holding her head and mouth in place. Her daughter's tongue and lips devoured mine as wet sounds marked each thrust into her.

When I released Meghan's hair she kept my cock deep, her head shoved down into my lap. Wet breaths dragged in through her nose. My sister finally sat back up with a huge gasping inhale. Her hand replaced her mouth on me, fingers wrapped around my shaft.

I pulled Niecey back from me enough to focus on her. "Do you want to suck me some more?"

The young girl's beautiful eyes brightened for an instant before her forehead creased in sudden worry. Eyes flicked to her mom, who had almost violently ended her last attempt, and back to mine. I smiled.

"It's okay, Niecey. Your mother won't stop you this time. Will you, my greedy gorgeous girl?"

Meghan grinned up at me, her hand slowly pumping, keeping a steady pressure of stimulation running from my cock through my tight balls, while her daughter dropped back down beside her in front of me. "Not if you tell me not too. But.."

My sister's eyes dropped. She rarely looked shy or uncertain like that and I found it very attractive.

"But what?" I prompted her.

"Can I have...It felt so good when you filled my egg with your seed." She stroked her belly as though there was a fertilized egg developing inside now. "Please fill it again, Michael."

"Can we clear something up? You do know I had a vasectomy, right? I would never have cum inside my unprotected niece's cunt -" I emphasized the word with a smile "- otherwise."

The two looked at each other before laughing at me. My sister answered.

"Did I meet you at the door with a hatchet in my hand? No. Any guy shootin' live ammo in my little girl woulda gotten a greeting from Lizzie B."

Meghan let that sink in. "Yes, bro. We know. The idea of you knocking me up is sexy as hell at a twisted, gut, animal level, but I have no desire for any more real life babies, yours or otherwise."

"Hey!" Her lone offspring protested.

"...since I won the lottery on the first try."

"Ah, Mom." Niecey rested her cheek on her mom's shoulder before looking up at me.

"She's right, Uncle Mike. I don't want to get pregnant ever. Eww." We laughed at her teenish shiver of revulsion. "But the fantasy of it, that's different. The first time, bent over your - our - bed, I thought of Mom's new egg. Can I tell him?"

Daughter looked at mother. Meghan nodded. I thought she blushed.

"You had my arms behind me, fucking me kinda hard, like a man possessed, and I thought of what Mom had told me about the egg. How it was positioned so a man's cock would fill it, fertilizing her life, their essence becoming one. Not any man; one very special man. She said it better, almost poetry."

Niecey glanced at her mom before giving me a very serious stare over her glasses. "Your sister is crazy in love with you. And I don't blame her."

I looked at my sister. Meghan's eyes glowed, fixed on mine. Niecey continued, but while I still heard and understood her words, they seemed to fade into the distance, her mother's face and eyes confirming more than words could.

"I mean, you are a sexy, special man and the thought of being your woman makes my soul wet. I woke up in the middle of the night last night, next to you; it felt like home. I couldn't see you in the dark, but I immediately knew where I was in and who was holding me. I could smell you. I could could hear your soft exhales. Then you woke me up in the morning, cumming as you pushed into me. Jesus!

"But I'll never be your woman like she is. You could never be my man like you are hers. Some day I'll find mine, but I'd like to keep fucking and sucking and learning with you until he shows."

Even with the distraction of the love of my life, my sister, glowing up at me, my niece had delivered quite a speech. I tore my gaze from my sister's long enough to smile at Niecey. "You worked a little poetry in there yourself."

Seeing the two of them, one at each knee, both so different and so gorgeous, I couldn't help wondering at the new realities confronting me. "Niecey, thank you for saying that. It's true, your mother is - to use a cliche - my soul mate. I can't describe the burden that had been lifted from me tonight."

I don't know when Meghan's hand had stopped moving on me or when her tears had started, but when I saw them streaming down both cheeks from eyes brimming with love for me I had to have her. I don't entirely know why, but a beautiful woman's tears turns me on. Not her pain, but her crying. Ideally emotional tears, but it doesn't matter if the emotion is sadness or frustration or laughter or joy. At times it had been another source of guilt and shame. Not now.

I took both my sister's hands in mine as I stood, my cock standing straight and proud. Helping Meghan out of the spa, enjoying the glint of the water streaming down her, I turned back to Niecey. "Sorry, sweetie. Change of plans. You're welcome to watch, but we'll have to take a raincheck on your next oral exam. This lesson is called "How to make love to your soul mate."

Without a word, my sister wrapped her wet naked arms around my neck and kissed me. Her wonderful body molded to mine, nothing between us. Not clothes, not shame, not society, not doubt. My own tears let loose, a shuddering release running down my spine.

"Meghan. Sweetheart. I love you so much." The words came out between short gaps between our lips and tongues. Our tears now blended, her cheeks and mine both smeared with our combined salty streaks of torment ended, of paradise found.

I tasted the underside of her tongue against mine, sucked her breaths into my own lungs before returning our shared oxygen. My hard cock pressed against the egg on her belly, eager and craving to reenter its new sacred sanctuary.

I have never experienced a kiss like that. Four years ago, we had kissed hungry anguished kisses full of lust so strong it forced aside shame and guilt, at least for moment. Earlier tonight, I had kissed my sister Meghan with that lust unbound by false blames. It had been full of acceptance of the lust, the love and the trust between us. But their was still doubt nagging behind that kiss, of what the future might bring.

Now we were joined together in bliss. No blame, no doubts, no anything but the timeless melding of two into one. Years of furtive longing and self recrimination, aching incompleteness, gone. Not a worry or thought beyond us or now. Meghan loved me as I loved her, completely and utterly. Nothing else mattered.

How long it lasted, I don't know. Certainly long enough for a certain teenaged niece and daughter to get bored. She cleared her throat with a stage cough.

"Foreplay is great and all, love birds, but how about some action?"

My strong, tough sister blushed, clear even in this low light. Her turn to face Niecey freed my cock to spring out from between our bellies.

"Foreplay? We were..." Meghan's voice dropped off. Her attention was on my cock. At least half the head was shining wet, smeared with the precum I'd leaked between us. A milky drop of her precious elixir swelled at the tip as I my groin gave a single pump, stimulated by the sudden focus of attention.

My sister bent at the waist, slipping the head into her mouth, her hands grabbing my hips. She sucked at me, slurping with her tongue to capture it all.

Her toned and decorated back made a marvelous hourglass as I looked down. Her cheeks formed the top of a Valentine's heart before tapering to her tight waist. With her arms holding my hips as she savored my precum, her back V-ed strongly outward from waist to shoulder, showcasing her lean muscles.

Between and over her shoulder blades was a tattoo. Wings. Not big wings that covered the back, though any wings on a back suggest those. These wings had not been drawn symmetrically, as the body that connected them was contorted. The body of an angel.

I'd been aware of an angel tattoo on her back, but other things had been more important when the red dress had come off. I'd caught glimpses before, but never looked closely.

The wings were what caught the eye, depicted as though making a swooping turn in flight. The lines of the angel himself were less boldly inked, but definitely a male, naked, with a single edged sword above his head poised for either a downward blow or a quick parry. I recognized him: Michael, the Archangel.

Meghan stood then, eyes smiling and closed lips showing her tongue running under them. I saw a shining patch of wetness spread over the egg on her belly, where we had caught the leaky head between us.

"You missed some." She looked down, following my eyes. I caught her wrist when she reached for it.

I crouched, bending my knees and slowly licked then sucked the small amount of my own precum slicked over her belly, her egg, lavishing attention on the holy area over her womb before standing and kissing her deeply, giving her what I'd gathered for her. She sucked at my tongue and lips.

"Okay. That was hot." Neither of us looked at Niecey this time, locked once more in our kisses.

I scooped my naked sister up in my arms, cradling one arm under her knees, and carried her to the weatherproof sectional. With the squarish 'chair' section pushed against the couch and ottoman pieces, it formed a firm padded bed. I lowered us both onto the bed.

Kneeling above her, I pulled one pierced nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my tongue and upper lip. My one knee between her legs felt her hips push against me as I continued to flick, suck and tug her tender breast, encouraged by her motion and her sounds.

When I sat back up to look at her, releasing her nipple with a pop, her groan changed. Again she was staring at the tip of my cock. I shook my head.

"You've got a one track mind, hungry girl." I caught the shiny drop, clear with a milky center showing like a tiny glass marble, on my thumb and pushed it into her mouth and onto her tongue.

"Mmmm." She held my hand with both hers, continuing to suck my thumb, her tongue swirling behind sealed lips over the multitude of nerve endings on my pad.

Retrieving my thumb, I teased her second nipple and breast. Meghan got another drop, feeding her addiction. When I sat up to gather that taste for her, I saw Niecey had left the tub and was seated on one corner of the sectional, watching.

She shrugged. "You're butt was blocking the view."

I pumped my hand up from the base of my shaft, gathered a milkier dribble on two fingers as the two women watched. Meghan got a bigger taste, slurping at my fingers as I pushed her leg wider and moved between her thighs.

I kept my eyes on my sister's as I slid further down between her legs, but I was was aware of Niecey beside her mother, watching open mouthed. I kissed my way down the egg. After giving her so many tastes of my juices I again got to savor hers. I struggled but kept myself from going crazy on my sister's sacred opening.

I forced myself to lick slow and long, tracing her outer boundaries before lapping deeply at her center. I sucked soft silk lips and between them before my first nuzzles around her hooded, most tender nexus. I was lost in her murmurs, her slow writhing motions, her flavors and swellings.

When I finally pushed myself up to look at her, Meghan was panting, her firm breasts shuddering with each breath. Niecey's hand moved between her bare soft thighs. My own breaths were at least as rapid and ragged as my sister's. I sat up between her legs.

My cock pointed out, suspended directly over her belly and her egg. We all watched a thick drop, not clear at all, push out from the slit and start the slow slide down the seam on the under side of my swollen head. I spoke without thinking.

"Niecey. Taste it."

While her mother gasped, my niece did not hesitate. Without a trace of awkwardness she slid down onto her side, her cheek resting on Meghan's tattooed belly as she wrapped her lips over my bulb. Her tongue, her sucking and licking, were soft and gentle. I saw her swallow, my head inside her lips.

"Oh my god!" I was surprised words came out. A roaring filled my ears.Tearing my eyes from my niece nursing more precum from me, I saw my sister's loving smile and bright eyes. She mouthed words to me in silence. "I love you, Michael."

I groaned. Niecey had slid her cheek further down the egg swallowing more of my shaft. Her tongue ran along the sensitive ridge inside her mouth as my balls went tight.

Meghan saw the point of no return on my face. I felt my eyes bulge as my back arched. Mother's hands pulled daughter's head back off of my cock.

"Inside me, in my egg, please!" Her voice was a low growled demand.

"Nooo." Niecey whined as the first pulse radiated up from my behind my balls. I grabbed my cock as it left her lips, shoving it down to where her mother's wetter ones waited while my hips thrust in. Animal instinct made that an action requiring little thought.

I exploded inside my sister on that first thrust, groaning. What I was experiencing was outside my wildest fantasies. My body clenched as I pumped into her, filling her egg, emptying myself.

"Yesss. Fill me with your seed. Pump me full, Michael. Fuck!" I felt her contract around me as she came. Hands grabbed her daughter's hair as her back arched up. I pushed my pumping cock into each squeeze of pulsing walls.

A younger voice joined her, filled with wonder. "I can feel it. I can feel you inside her."

Niecey's cheek, held tight to Meghan's belly, was getting a nudge from my cock with each push. Knowing how easy it was to drive her over the limit, I slipped my hand between her thighs, where she had been touching herself moments ago.

She was wet and open as my fingers found her. Two slid inside. I looked down at her as my thumb circled over her swollen button. A thick whitish stripe ran from the corner of her mouth to near her ear, my first rope of cum tracing over cheek and hair. One thick glob clung to the plastic arm of her glasses. I felt her hips push onto my hand, saw Meghan's fingers grasping at the short hair.

I increased the thumb's circles, felt Niecey's tension rise. With my free hand I wiped the rope of cum from her hair, over her cheek, leaving a small collection at the corner of her sweet young mouth.

With two fingers I pushed it between her lips. "Taste it, Niecey."

With two other fingers I massaged tight wrinkled spongy flesh inside her. With a thumb I flicked hard left, right, left. "Cum, Niecey. Cum with us."

Of course she did. She came and came hard, pushing both pairs of fingers deeper, sucking one set while squeezing down on the other. An instant after the first squeeze, along with the second, a stream of warm fluid sprayed out around my hand. Meghan held her daughter's head close against her own belly, a look of amazement on her face.

Niecey had almost ceased shaking when I collapsed beside them. One snuggled against each side of me, one of my arms pulling Meghan close, my niece hugging the other. We held each other in silence.

Finally, my sister groaned. "I can't sleep here."

She stretched her neck enough to kiss my cheek. "Brother, would you sleep in my bed tonight."

"Hmmm. Our bed?"

"Yes. Our bed."

"I'd love to." I kissed her back, turning enough to find her lips.

"Hey! I think I'm getting gypped." Niecey was grinning. "Just kidding. You two should have your first night alone together. I'm sleeping right here."

She pulled the blanket hanging over the back of the couch onto herself and rolled into it. "Goodnight."

Meghan laughed and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

She rolled onto her feet and offered me a hand up.

"Don't I get a kiss at least?" The girl had a strong sense of fairness. When I leaned close she turned. Her tongue found mine before she whispered. "Thanks for the taste, Uncle Mike. You know I want more now."

I allowed Meghan to help me upright. Arms around each other's waists, we walked toward the house and our bed.

Chapter 6: In the morning.

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