Susan

My niece Susan is now 38-year 's old. I have watched her and her two sisters growing up from infancy to womanhood. Although I was always somewhat of a moral pervert I never tried anything with any of the three girls ; all of who were extremely reasonably and big breasted.

Susan was the onetime. She also was both the tallest and the most slender. Until she married and had three nestling of her own she actually was a penny-pinching lady friend. The only flesh on her were her knocker, which were full. Over the years her body developed a little more kernel but she was still barely past the skinny stage.

I used to filch peek at the youngsters as they grew from their early, right through their teen years. Although I fantasized being able to do matter with each one of them I always had enough common sense and self-possession not to attempt it. Yet I secretly believed that Susan would have been the one that I probably could bear molested, although I was never sure and would never have dared to try, for care that I might be wrong.

All three of the girls loved me and smiled lovingly at me but I somehow felt that Susan 's smile and regard at me was unlike than her sister 's. I always sensed that she herself was holding back inner itch, as I was. When our oculus met I did not see that same childish laughter in her optic that Betty and Ann had in theirs. Ever since she was very cute, Susan 's looks into my eyes were intense, almost deliberate. I sometimes thought that she was trying through ESP to give-up the ghost a message to me ; that it would be all rightfulness for me to touch her.

Two old age ago my wife and I had an in-the-ground swimming pond built on our prop in the binding of our planetary house and at least twice a calendar month over the utmost two summers Susan and her husband brought their child over to float. It was during this clip that I saw my niece in a way that I never had before. Although she was probably considered too old to tire out a two-piece, the way that she filled one out was quite captivating.

Whenever she came over to our business firm to float I made it a compass point to go outside, ostensibly to watch the kids, but in realness it was to front at my niece in her skimpy bright cerise plastic bikini.

It was almost as if Susan was trying to prove to herself that she was still youth. Some people might say that she should not wear such bikinis. After all, she was a 38-year-old woman with three child, Samantha, Elizabeth, and Fran. Hers certainly was not a bikini that should be worn by a mother. Her boob overflowed the bra top, the bottom front barely covered her pussy, and the rear was so small and tight that the material rode right up into the shot of her ass.

If no one was paying attention my eyes devoured her. It was relatively comfortable to steal peaks at her pleasant-tasting scantily drape breasts, but much more difficult to be able to sneak a aspect at the impertinence of her ass, because I would take in to crouch my headway and my ogling would give birth been obvious. Harder still was being capable to get a look at her crotch, which seemed to be just barely covering her pussy in that getup. It covered so petty that I was certainly that Susan 's kitty-cat was shaved because if it was n't hair's-breadth would be visible.

Two weeks ago, on a Saturday, they came over to our house. After they were in the pool for about a 30 minutes I went outside to spend some prison term with them. I was sitting at the top step of the pool and Susan 's husband and kids were in the body of water playacting. She had gone into the house for a moment and then returned. As she slowly approached the pace where I was sitting she was talking to the minor in the pool.

Unable to control myself I allowed my eyes to go directly to my niece 's crotch. This area seemed to be holding a tremendous attraction for me as she walked toward me. Because her second joint had very minuscule meat to them her legs seemed to be spaced apart at the crotch.

I glanced up at her face and immediately moved my center back to her crotch. It was a chemical reaction. It was only after my eyes were burning into her pussy that I realized that she had been watching me. Now, as she stood only about three feet away, I realized that my niece was eyeing me curiously, even now as I stared between her legs. Still, I could n't bring myself to seem away. Fortunately for me I was facing away from the pool. Otherwise, Susan 's husband would have got realized what I was doing and I do not mean that his reaction would have been too pleasant.

My niece finally said something directly to me, snapping me out of my revery. I looked up at her and saw her centre and face. I can not describe how she looked other than to say that she had an excitedly nervous look about her. Our eyes then met and held and I sensed a fear in her, not of me but of our situation. I responded to her question and then made a hasty retreat back into the house.

Part 2

When Susan and her family came over to our theatre it was always on a weekend when my wife was home. other than that the entirely times that they came over were after my married woman was plate from body of work, usually before I came home.

In mid-August I took a week 's vacation. I was going to spend the hebdomad alone as my wife could not get the week off. On Tues, about 10 a.m., I received a cry from my niece.

'' I did n't bed if you 'd be up. I just figured that I 'd cry and hand it a try. aunt Jen told me that you were on holiday. The kids were asking if they could go swimming. Do you remember it 'll be all right if we come over ? ``

Without even thinking I told her, `` No trouble, hon, come on over. ``

I had not really given it too much thought. I should make expected it but I was surprised when Susan arrived at my doorway with only her small fry and not her hubby Tom, who I immediately realized was working. As usual they arrived in their regular clothes and then changed into their washup lawsuit in the lav and the 'extra room'.

I also donned my bole and was out at the pond before all of them. I purposely had rushed there, bore hoping for my niece to reenact that slow walking toward the pool in her hot bikini. For the past two weeks I had been having fuss shaking the storage of that setting from my mind.

The shaver came out of the support door of the house first of all and ran excitedly to the incline of the pond. I watched as each of them dove into the water from the side.

Once more I was on the top footmark and Susan approached in her hot cerise bikini. From the moment that she came out through the door my eye immediately sought her crotch. She was about 35 feet away and walking slowly once more. I allowed my eye to move up her body, over her beautiful breasts, momentarily looking in her eye and then moving them back down over her dead body to her crotch, hungrily eager to get going all over again. There was no mistaking that my niece knew where I was looking as she continued her approach. One of her kids called out something to her female parent and Susan answered and kept coming. My centre now stayed on her genitalia. Her step slowed as she neared but did not break. With my face turned to her approaching Susan 's consistency kept nearing toward me, until finally her wonderful crotch was less than 12 inches from my face.

My prick hardened and my chest started pounding. I never ever did anything to even give a hint to my niece of my misuse psyche but I swear that if her shaver were not there that I would have grabbed Susan right then and there. Finally she pulled back one whole step and I looked up her eubstance at her typeface. Once again I saw that unknown look that I could only key as excited fear. But now I swear that I could smell out a distinct nimbus of thirst mixed in. Her breathing almost appeared labored.

Our centre locked. I saw immense trepidation. I thought that she too was probably having a tremendous internal fight, the Same as I was. She snapped her eyes away and then she moved and hurriedly jumped into the pool with her kids.

For the rest of the morning Susan avoided my ogling and by twelve noon they left.



The following day I received another call from my niece. This time there was a surprise. The nipper had gone over to a booster 's syndicate. Would it be all right hand if she came over to swim ? My mind raced. As horrendous as it may seem I was hoping and was pretty for sure that Susan had fought herself and either had made up her mind or was now about to spend a penny a concluding decision.

'' I 'll be out at the syndicate. Just let yourself in, '' I told her.

'' I 'll be over in about 10 minutes, okay ? '' she said.

For the third time in the past two hebdomad I was sitting at the top stair of the pond. I had determined that if it was not only my imagination then Susan would go through the Same routine and if that happened, then I would be convinced that she wanted what I did.

Once again she came into view from the length and she approached agonizingly obtuse, dressed in her hot looking bikini. If anything she seemed to be walking even dull than before, and much more tentatively. My optic moved over her long slender legs to her crotch, up her body and over her full breasts, lingering momentarily before continuing to her face. Our eyes met. Again I could see the veneration and apprehensiveness as she walked. I moved my eyes back to her genitalia and she continued walking forward toward me. She had to know where this would lead if she continued forward.

My throat was dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. My temples were throbbing and my putz became fully enlarged as I watched my niece coming, closer and closer. At foremost she reached about a foot away from me and stood while my eyes stayed glued at her bikini bottom. I wanted desperately to bury my face there.

Susan then finally made the death move as she took a terminal step. Her privates was now only inches away from my face. Almost as if I could not wait any longer my hands moved swiftly, with intention, reaching up and each grasping her hips. I waited to see if she would pull away. Instead Susan moved her body into my grimace as I drew her crotch desperately into my face. We both groaned.

No longer able to control myself I heard an nonvoluntary moan escape from within me as I pushed my nose and mouth up hard, within her fork. I felt her deal clutch around my promontory and deplumate me into her. I smelled into her bikini panties, wanting to get the feel of her pussy into my nostril. I was only able to get a faint womanly odor but that was enough to further inflame me. I rubbed my look back and forth on her and she held me tightly into her. I could sense her leg trembling. Not even thinking of where we were I moved my fingerbreadth up to the top of her bikini freighter and began to draw out down. As they slid down to the bottom of her hips Susan suddenly released my nous and her manus quickly enslaved mine, stopping me from ripping her apparel from her body.

'' No ! '' she shouted. `` Uncle Ken, do n't, not ... not out here. ``

Strangely she never uttered another Word until it was all over.

I was too far-gone to rationalize with. Even under her handle I managed to pressure the bottoms downward as I continued pushing my face into my niece 's hot box. Susan slowly loosened her grip as sexual sense began to overtake her also. Then she released my workforce completely, allowing me to bear on the material down her stage. I pulled my face away from her cunt momentarily as I guided the bikini bottoms off of her ankle and feet. My center fastened on her pussy. Just as I imagined, she was pink. Pink and beautiful. I hungrily pushed my face back into her. This time a stiff odor of sex talcum pee metallic permeated throughout my fervid nostrils.

There we were in the centre of the day, outside, in the vertebral column of the star sign, and my face was buried in my niece 's extend twat. Again her handwriting moved around my point and pulled me into her. I began kissing and licking at her labia. Susan was silently `` mmmm'ing. '' My hands had moved around her soundbox and were massaging and clutching the cheeks of her ass, holding and guiding her as her hips rotated from beneath my mouth.

I do n't know when she did it but when I pulled away from her to say something, I gasped. Susan had her bikini top off also and those beautiful mamilla that I had only imagined all of these years were now a world. full-of-the-moon and yummy looking. I moved off the step and onto my knees, kneeling before her. I began kissing and licking her lower stomach, up her belly, around her exciting belly button, and finally up to her splendid breasts.

'' Lay down, hon, '' I urgently whispered and suddenly my niece eagerly lowered her body down to the ground.

With my guidance she slowly lay on her back before me. Her legs were spread and my eyes were treated to her opened slit. Then I moved between them. Still kneeling I allowed my eyes to fully revalue the woman. Her eyes were lustful. She was giving herself to me after all of these twelvemonth, willfully having an incestuous relationship and at the Saame prison term betraying her husband. Yet I could see that to her, like me, nothing else mattered but having sex with her uncle.

I pushed my putz into her waiting cunt and I moved my hands over her fleshy pap. Susan spread her legs wider as I entered her and a oink escaped her backtalk. She wrapped her peg around me and I was soon interred inside of her hot thigh. Her limb went around my back and dug in as she pushed her eager consistence up to meet me deeper inside of her. swither was pouring off of both of our body as we began grinding against each other.

Susan moaned as I began fucking her in earnest. I looked down at her font and saw her mouth wide opened from the intimate excitement that had captured her idea. She was a on-key impression of wanton lecherousness. I plunged my mouth down on hers and her hands moved up and grabbed me behind the head. Beneath me her body was fucking me expertly.

Then suddenly she began bucking frantically and moaning wildly. She was holding me soused and her animal excitement was causing the final pressures to work up within my balls. We were fucking passionately as the concluding spasms overtook Susan and the final orgasm began in me. I was erupting deep into the depth of my niece 's twat and it seemed as if this was all she had been living for.

'' NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG ! ! ! ! ! '' An animalistic sound emanated from recondite within the wildly slam girl beneath me. I pounded and we clutched as the final juices flowed.

When our torso were finally totally fulfill I lay on top of her and she whispered, `` I 'm sword lily that I was the first-class honours degree. ``

At first what she said did not register. Then, as Susan and I put our bathing things back on I realized what she had said.

'' What 'd you mean before, '' I asked. `` When you said that you were gladiola that you were the first. ``

My niece grinned, shyly. `` Nothing. ``

'' cum on, '' I coaxed playfully. `` What 'd you mean ? ``

'' Promise you wo n't secern anyone I told you ? ``

'' hope. ``

'' Well, it 's just ... well we used to kid about it when we were kid. You used to look up all of our chick ... '' she began.

I interrupted, `` I did not ! '' I insisted indignantly.

'' You did so, Uncle Ken. I do n't even think you realized it. As a topic of fact you still do it with my kids, '' she accused without seeming to be angry.

'' No ! Bull ... ! I do n't ... How can you even say that ? '' I was insulted.

'' It 's o.k., Uncle Ken. I do n't have in mind it 's okay that you look at Sam, Liz or Franny ... I just imply, I know that you do n't even know you 're doing it. Just like when we were kids. We used to talk about it and we wondered if you 'd ever try anything. After we started to blab out about it I think ... No, I know ... We all were kind of hoping that you 'd do more that just look. You were ... you still are ... so salutary looking and there was something about your eyes penetrating up our dresses that used to get every one of us hot. ``

I was in electric shock. I still did not believe it. I had loved them too much as tike to count up their skirts. `` C'mon Sue. You do n't really consider that, do you ? That I 'd seem at you guys ? '' I protested.

'' Uncle Ken, I 'm good-for-nothing, but it 's confessedly. And I really believe that you did n't really know you were ogling us ... and, I can now tell you, turning us on with your hot facial expression. ``

'' I ... You guys had to be misreading. I would have never looked at you kids. ``

'' You 're still doing it ... Really ! Not to us, but to our minor. I 've seen you looking at their legs. Just last week as a matter of fact. ``

As her words sunk in I thought back. Soon, without any further prodding, I began to realize that she was proper. I did look up the skirts of the youth girls in my family.

'' We knew that your looking at us was harmless. And after a while all of us secretly hoped that it was n't, '' she confessed about her and her sisters.

Susan seemed to be truly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I wanted to necessitate the amused spirit from her face. `` You mean just my looking up your sister 's and your doll turned you guys on ? '' I asked.

Susan giggled. `` Yeah. You did n't get laid it at the time but all you had to do after looking up any one of our skirts would have been to ask us for sex and we would cause probably said yes. I know that I would have. Your looking used to just get all of us worked up.

'' And you say I now look up your daughter 's doll ? '' I asked with a smirk upon my face.

Susan stiffened. Her eyes searched mine. I tried not to let her read anything in them. At offset I thought that I detected fear in my niece 's eyes but as I watched her face I could swear that I saw some kind of an malevolent transformation, as her judgement began to reminisce of her own childhood.

THIS COULD BE THE END BUT THEN AGAIN SUSAN HAS TWO SISTERS THAT APPARENTLY ALWAYS WANTED THEIR UNCLE TO TAKE THE NEXT STEP. AND WHAT ABOUT SUSAN 'S girl ?