Thrown Out, My Niece Comes to Stay

"I missed you too, very much. Your mom wouldn't let me visit after the divorce."

"I know." I reached over brushed a few tears away from her beautiful face.

We lay there, with her head on my chest, talking about her father, until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, she was asleep, but she was holding my hard penis again, only this time she hadn't had to reach into my sweatpants since I wasn't wearing anything from the waist down. And I knew that she was naked under her tee-shirt. Not only had I seen her breasts, I'd seen her pussy, including just a few hours before, with her legs open to show me.

I didn't push her hand away. I just lay there. It had been a long time since a woman had held my cock, aside from a nurse who had given me a swab test a few years back.

I'm fifty-one. I usually need to pee at least once during the night. After a while, unable to wait any more with my painfully full bladder, I pushed her hand away and went to pee. I jacked off too, sitting on the toilet with the lid closed.

When I came back and crawled back into bed, she muttered something, half in her sleep, and put her head back on my chest and immediately took my small soft penis back into her hand.

I had washed my cock after I'd peed and jacked off. It was cold, and her hand was warm.

I lay there for a long time, unable to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up first. She was still holding my penis. Even though I'd jacked off only a couple hours before, I woke up hard again.

Afraid to embarrass her, I pretended to be asleep. She woke up and stoked my hard cock a few times.

She got up and went into the bathroom, showered again and dressed, and then cooked us breakfast. I dropped her off at school and went into work a little early.

My conscience and my erotic fantasies about her struggled with each other most of that day, so that I'd gotten little actual work done.

My desires had won out, and that night, I had a plan. Before I went to bed, I turned the heat up. If you set it at 70 degrees or above, slowly my apartment becomes unbearably warm.

As usual, she came in our room, naked, and gave me a little show as she chose a tee-shirt and then put it on.

I didn't hide that I was watching, but still she didn't say anything about it, but she did smirk at me when she came to bed.

I woke first. Her hand was holding my cock again, and I was hard again. I woke her, saying that it was too warm. She dropped my cock and giggled nervously.

"I'm so sorry, uncle Mike."

I laughed and she giggled.

"I had it in my hand yesterday morning too, when I woke up. Does it bother you?"

"No, honey, I guess not." I laughed. "It's been a long time since a girl as pretty as you touched it, and besides, I bet if we slept with your back to me, I'd snuggle up against you and you'd be the one waking up with my hands holding your titties."

She giggled. "I'd probably love that!"

I laughed and said, "Me too! But you'd wake up with my hard penis poking you in the butt too."

She giggled. "I don't wear panties at night."

"I know."

We were both laughing.

"I only wear them when I have my period, and my put me on pills that make it so that I only get my period once every three months."

I turned on the light and then got up and went and turned down the heat, but I knew that it took a while for the apartment to cool down enough to be comfortable to sleep again.

When I came back, she noticed that my tee-shirt was too short. I'd chosen it, one that had shrank in the wash, as part of my nefarious plan to seduce her, or at least to see how far she would go with me. I was pulling the tee shirt down, to cover myself. You can never tell which brands will shrink, and I had several tee-shirts that were either too small or too big for me.

"I need to sleep on top of the covers."

She said, "Me too. It's really warm in here."

"It happens sometimes."

We threw the covers off the bed. I was still pulling my tee-shirt down to cover myself.

"I prefer to wear the ones that don't fit or the old ones to bed, so that I can save the good ones for during the day."

"Does it bother you that I borrow your tee-shirts? At home, Fred made me sleep naked. I could do that every night, if you don't want me to wear your tee-shirts."

I laughed nervously.

"I guess I could wear your old ones, instead," she said, giggling, "if you don't mind my pussy out in the open."

I laughed and didn't respond to what she was saying about her wearing my tee-shirts. I wanted her to decide on her own. Instead I said, "I guess I should change into another tee-shirt or put my sweatpants on."

She was sitting on the top sheet in just one of my tee-shirts. It came to about the middle of her thighs.

"It won't bother me, uncle Mike. I saw it already. It's too warm for you to put your sweatpants on, and I saw his every night for like a month before mom caught us. He liked to look at my body, especially my boobies and down there, between my legs, so he always turned the light on, even though that meant that mom might catch him. So I always saw his penis." When she talked about him, she looked like she was going to cry. But then she smirked at me and added, "Besides, I saw yours and even touched it, twice."

"You sure, honey? I could just put a different one on."

"Does it bother you when I walk around in just my panties or when you see me naked?"

"No, sweetie, you're beautiful. Guys like looking at pretty girls, and I want you to feel comfortable, feel that you can do want you want in our home."

"Do you like looking at me? I know that guys like to look at naked girls."

I just laughed nervously.

"I guess that's why I don't feel shy with you seeing me, since he looked at me so much. I think I'd feel shy about anyone else, but I love you." She seemed to think a lot about Fred and the things that he made her do.

"I wish that none of that happened between you and him. It's wrong."

But she went on, "It's so warm still. Would it bother you if I took my tee-shirt off? You already saw my boobies and my pussy, and I'm sure you've seen girls before." She had stopped looking sad and gone back to the smirking.

"Sure, sweetie, it'd be okay. You could put a pair of your new panties on, if you want."

"I don't need them, if you don't mind."

She was already taking her tee-shirt off.

Her upturned, pear-sized breasts are pert and beautiful, and she has long, thick, curly blond hair.

She giggled and said, "I showed you mine, so now it's your turn."

I let go of the tee-shirt and it slowly shrunk back up over my penis and then the bottom of my belly.

I was semi-hard, and my cock was jutting right out.

She was looking at it, and I was looking at her body. She was lying on the bed, her legs open several inches, so that I could clearly see her pussy. I was standing next to the bed, making no effort to hide myself from her eyes or to hide the fact that I was looking at her.

"I never saw another guy's, other than his." She added, giggling, "He even taught me how to take it all the way into my mouth. He'd hold my hair, pushing and pulling my head back and forth while his nasty cock went in and out. I had to cover my teeth with my lips so that I wouldn't scrape it or bite it. At first it was so gross, but I guess I got used to it, even got used to him spurting his sticky goo into my mouth, with me having to swallow every drop."

"But does seeing mine make you feel grossed out or anything, make you think of his or him?"

"No. I kinda liked looking at yours. I hated him, and I love you, so it's not the same, I guess. Yours is different, like we talked about, not nasty like his, although yours is bigger than his."

I laughed. "Good. Not that I want to walk around naked in front of you all the time."

She giggled and said, "Darn, darn, darn," teasing me. "I love the way you smell. You shower every day, and you use soap. He always smelled so gross. I used to wonder how mom could stand it. He slept in her bed, and it got to smell nasty like him."

I was still looking at her naked teenage body. I struggled with my self, with my desires and with my better nature, the part of me that knew that she was my niece.

"Sweetie, we gotta be careful. We sleep in the same bed. Things could get out of hand."

"If you wanted me to, I'd suck you every night, and in the morning too, whenever you wanted." she said, her voice low, more a rasping whisper.

"You don't have to do that. I'm not Fred."

"I know that you're not him. I woke up yesterday morning with your penis in my hand too, this morning too, so that was two mornings in a row. It was much bigger than his. I thought about sucking it, thought of you waking up that way, with it in my mouth, moving in and out of my mouth like he taught me. I thought about making you feel so good. I sort of even wanted to suck it and take it all the way in my mouth, even kinda wanted to feel your goo shoot into my mouth and to swallow it for you, to know that I'd done that for you instead of him, since I love you so much. Sometimes I wish that you'd finger me too. I bet if you did that to me that it would feel so good."

"I don't think that that would be a good idea." But in spite of my words, my cock grew to full mast.

She watched it grow and said, "I can keep a secret. I never told on Fred."

"I'm not worried about that. It's just that some people, a lot of people, would say that it'd be wrong."

She giggled. "Like the doofus people at church."

"Yes, and a lot of other people too."

"It feels so good when he fingered me. He'd jam three fingers in me, and sometimes he'd lick me and put two fingers all the way into my butt, too."

She took my hand and opened her legs wide and pulled my hand to her pussy. I let her put my hand on her vulva. It was so warm and wet, and it was leaking white foam again.

"Sweetie, if we start, I'll fuck you too, want to fuck you every night."

"It's okay, I'll let you, let you do whatever you want, even. Mom took me to the clinic and put me on the those pills after Fred started teasing me, and the doctor said that I can't get pregnant, even though mom said that they were vitamins. Fred never did it to me, and I never did anything with another guy, but I'll let you whenever you want."

Her hand had found my cock again. She started to stroke it. "If you want, I'll just suck you whenever you want. You don't have to finger me, if you don't want, don't have to fuck me, even, if you don't want to or don't think it right. We can do whatever you want to me."

She slid onto the carpeted floor in front of me and took my cock into her mouth and pushed her head toward me so that my seven-inch cock disappeared completely into her mouth.

She pulled back and coughed and laughed and said, "It's thicker and it went a lot deeper and felt so weird, so I gotta open my mouth a lot wider. I know that you want it to go all the way in."

"That was great sweetie. You don't need to take it all the way in if it hurts."

"I want to do it right for you. Sit on the edge of the bed. I want to look at your face when I do it."

I sat with my legs open and she crawled oven, on her knees, giggling. She said, "I feel so happy right now! I love it so much, doing it to you instead of him. Please, let me suck you every day!"

She took it in all the way into her mouth again, and she took my hand and put it on the back of her head. I gripped her hair and guided her as she sucked me, pulling and pushing her head and her mouth back and forth on my cock, so that my cock slid easily and smoothly in and out of her mouth.

She looked up at my face, looked into my eyes, and her eyes were very excited.

Fred had taught her very well. It only took a couple minutes for me to moan and cry out and to shoot inside her mouth. She kept moving her head back and forth as she did it, with only my cock-head and the last three inches of the shaft my cock sliding in and out of her hot wet mouth.

"Oh, god, sweetie, that was so good."

"I loved doing it for you, really did, uncle Mike. Yours tastes good too, not like Fred's, which smelled kinda like onions and smelly fish."

I stood up. I pulled her up and then pushed her by her shoulders so that she fell onto her butt and back onto the bed. I pulled her by her knees and pushed them open and knelt and pushed my face into her pussy.

She giggled the whole time.

She was drenched. I sucked and licked her and she came even more quickly than I had. But she kept cumming. She came and came, and got wetter and wetter.

All the while she moaned, "oh, oh, oh, oh, don't stop!"

Afterward, we lay on top of the bare bed, laughing and talking, until it got cool enough again to get under the covers.

I woke in the morning with my cock in her mouth. She was sucking it gently, slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on it.

When she realized that I was awake, she wanted to climb on top of it, and I let her. She slowly lowered herself on it. It went right in. I guess that Fred had fingered her so much that her hymen was completely broken.

She rode my cock up and down, as I watched her beautiful face, with both of us getting more and more excited as she did it.