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She looked down at her hand which was wrapped completely around my cock; my gaze followed hers. She stroked it slowly, her hand rising to the rim, a small drop of pre-cum appearing when she did. She stroked again, milking my cock, and the drop grew. She stroked me two or three times and then stopped, her hand holding me just below my cock head. With a finger from her other hand, she began smearing the pre-cum over my swollen glans. I flinched from the intensity of it.

"Slide down," she commanded, indicating I should move forward. She raised her bottom off me, and I slid down into the chair putting my ass right at the edge. She immediately slid forward, using her hand to guide my cock to her well lubricated pussy and lowered herself on me. She eased herself down until she was bottomed out, but she could have done it fast. She was so wet there was no resistance to my cock penetrating her love tunnel. She wiggled her hips, seating herself more firmly on my cock. "Oh, Uncle Jim, you feel so good. I could sit here with you in me forever." Her hands came back up to my chest, she leaned back slightly until she was virtually at arms length, her fingers once again finding my nipples. I wet my fingers in my mouth and reached forward to hers also, gently rolling them in circles. "Umm, that's so nice."

She wasn't moving on my cock at all, just sitting there impaled on my turgid member. I squeezed my muscles, causing it to expand inside her. "Ooh, that's fun. I felt him expand."

"You were supposed to." Her right hand dropped to her pussy, I saw her wet a finger and draw it across her clit momentarily, then reach back for my nipples.

"Do you want me to do that?" I asked.

"Uh, uh. It'll make me cum too quickly." I ran my hands over her breasts, squeezing and admiring their young firmness, but always returned my fingers to her nipples.

"I've dreamed about this."

"About what," I clarified, "fucking you uncle?"

"This has always been my favorite fantasy, ever since I can remember. Sitting in that big chair we had with you, having your hands all over my body, sliding you in me and cumming again and again. This is what I used to imagine when I would masturbate alone."

I didn't pick up on it at first, but moments later it clicked in my mind what she'd said.

"Masturbate alone? Don't people normally masturbate alone?"

She smiled; a naughty little smile that made my cock twitch. "Not always."

Female masturbation has always been a turn on of mine. My wife Debs would enjoy teasing me and turning me on by masturbating in front of me. The thought of my darling niece masturbating in front of someone caused my cock to twitch inside her.

"I felt that," she giggled, "does that turn you on?"

"God Bug, everything about you is turning me on. If I was twenty years younger and you weren't my sister's daughter...." She ignored me.

"Haven't you ever masturbated with anyone else?" Admittedly I have. I thought back, besides masturbating with my wife, there were several occasions I could remember. Back in high school, my buddy's younger sister had caught the two of us with dirty magazines at his house. She threatened to tell, finally agreed she wouldn't get us in trouble if she could watch. My wife Debs and I played with another couple years before, and masturbation, either self or mutual had often been part of our play. The girls once asked to watch us guys masturbate, which we did. Sometimes Debs and I would just have sex sessions where we'd watch each other do ourselves, usually coming together.

"Yes."

"Tell me about it?"

"Later. I want to hear about you first."

"You do, huh? What do you want to hear?"

"Everything. How did it happen? Who was it? Male or female?" She smiled and leaned forward, raising her hips for the first time since she'd sat down on my cock, putting pressure against her clit with my cock, and sliding down again. Up and down twice more, then she settled on the bottom again rotating her hips around my cock again.

"A few more of those and I could cum again."

"Why don't you?" I asked, lifting my hips to force my cock deeper into her.

"Because I like being aroused. I like taking it until I can't stand it, cumming hard, and then doing it again. I just don't want to cum yet." Her hands went back to my nipples and chest.

"The first time I ever masturbated was with my girlfriend. It was the weekend, and I was spending the night at her house. She had this big double bed, so we slept together. We were talking about boys and sex and she asked how often I masturbated. She said that she did all the time, that her Mom had told her it was OK, that most girls do it, and it's a lot better than taking a chance on getting pregnant. I told her that I didn't know how, so she told me how and we did it together."

I again lifted my hips, Bug twisted back and forth a bit in response. "Did you like that?" she asked.

I nodded. "Women masturbating has always been a little bit of a fetish of mine. I love to see them get themselves off. Was that the only time?"

"Oh no, that was just the start. We did it all the time, whenever we were together. At first, we just masturbated side by side under the covers, later on we'd watch each other do it, and then... we helped each other."

"Helped each other?" I again thrust my hips upward into her, my cock twitching with arousal. We weren't even moving much, but I could tell with the sexy talk and the nipple play that I was soon going to be out of control. "How did you help each other?"

She was leaning forward now, moving her hips and pelvis so my cock was moving in her but very slowly. "It started with playing with each other's breasts. She asked if I'd ever let a guy feel me up, and I told her I hadn't ever even kissed a guy. She said she hadn't either and asked me if I would feel her up so she could tell what it was like. Afterward she felt me up -- and that was the start. From there, it just went on. That was the beginning -- eventually we pretty much did everything.

Bug leaned back away from me, supporting herself with her hands on the chair arms. I reached down with one hand, slipped a finger into the small space where my cock and her pussy were together and ran some of her juices up over her clit. Her hips rose in response, slipping up and down on my cock as I continued to rub her clit. Her eyes closed again, and she groaned. "God that's nice." I felt a few minor tremors of pleasure run through her body, her thrusting becoming a bit more insistent over the next couple of minutes, my finger never stopping its caressing of her clit which swelled just a little as I stroked it. Suddenly she leaned back forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled it from her, her cunt contracting on my cock, her body wracked with an orgasmic shudder, and then a second.

"Can't you stay in me forever?"

"I don't think it works that way," I smiled. I raised a leg to cross over hers so I could lie beside her. She protested again verbally, but cooperated, allowing me to roll onto my side. She twisted sideways, snuggled into the crook of my arm, her body again melting into mine.

We lay there, not saying anything for a few moments, until Bug said she wanted to clean up and pushed the cover away. I watched her beautiful bottom as she waddled, naked and dribbling, into the adjoining bath and listened as she washed up. She came back with a washcloth and towel.

Climbing back onto the bed beside me she reached over with the washcloth and wiped my cock. When finished she threw the washcloth onto the floor, dried me with the towel, and then pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

"Move over," she said, glancing back down at the bed beside me, "my knee is in the wet spot." She leaned down and kissed me, I returned it. The kiss started slowly but picked up steam rapidly. We locked mouths, tongues dueling for position. Her hand slipped behind my head, my hands running over her body, finding her bottom, caressing her sides, and eventually reaching her breasts and her once again hard -- or possibly still hard -- nipples. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and then pulled back keeping it in until she let it slip out. Sitting up she looked again at her knee, then took the towel and raised her leg, putting the towel under it.

"I think we're going to have to do the sheets before anyone else gets here."

"Why's that?" I asked, just not thinking it through.

"Someone else will probably sleep in here, and we wouldn't want them to think something happened, would we? I mean, what do you think Mom would say if she knew I was fucking her brother? You don't suppose she'd say, 'hey, why don't you two sleep together in the master bedroom,' do you?"

"Somehow I doubt it."

"Me either. God, I wish we could, though, wouldn't that be wonderful?" She lay down on my chest, her head sideways. I stroked her hair.

"Mmmm, I replied. This isn't quite what I thought we would be doing up here for a couple of days."

"It's what I'd hoped we'd be doing." She giggled, "I can't say though, that in all the scenarios of getting you naked into bed with me, that this one ever crossed my mind."

"Hmm. I can't say as I've ever thought about getting in bed naked with you."

"Really?" she actually sounded surprised.

"Really." I affirmed. "Getting your niece naked and fucking her brains out is liable in most states to get you thrown in jail."

"Not if you're both adults." I didn't say anything. I guess she was right; perhaps legally we were now just consenting adults. But blood is thick -- and somehow, I knew there was that chance that eventually I'd have to answer to my sister.

"Maybe. But you are still my niece and no matter how much fun that was, there are others that may not approve. Your mother included."

"Maybe. But we don't need to worry about that until tomorrow."

She lay on my chest for a few more moments before she rolled off onto the dry side, sliding again into the crook of my arm. Her hand ran up across my chest, rubbed across my nipple, then played with the hair on my chest. She sighed. "I had it all planned out. I was going to wear my little teddy and when you came in to kiss me goodnight, I was going to throw open the covers and invite you in." There was a slight pause before she continued, her fingers moving across to my other nipple before she did. "Or I was going to put on the really sexy nightie and a matching robe and you'd be out by the fire and I'd tease you a bit, make you think I was accidentally flashing you. I had all these ideas, and I had these sexy things and I just forgot them at your house." I didn't say anything.

"I tried to do it last night with your PJ's, I left a couple of buttons open but that didn't work. And then, when I went to bed, I just got naked and left the light on -- and when you came in, I was going to pull the covers back, but I chickened out and just couldn't do it. Did you know that, that I was naked?"

"Not at first. But then I realized as I was going out that the pajama tops were on the bed and your shoulders had been bare."

"I should have just opened the covers, then you wouldn't have had to use that dumb cum rag." I realized she had seen it after all.

"You saw that, huh?" I asked, a sheepish grin twisting my face.

"I could smell it when I went in your room." A moment later she continued. "Were you thinking of me when you did it?" I thought about lying, and then decided against it.

"Yes." I said simply.

"So you have thought about me naked in bed with you!"

"We weren't in bed."

"Oh? Where were we? What were we doing?" she used a low voice which sounded very naughty as she said this.

"I was imagining I was sitting in the chair, right here at the lodge, in the living room, and you were... you were..." for some reason I couldn't say blow job, "going down on me."

She lay there quietly for a few moments. "I could do that. I want to do that. I want to do everything with you. I want to do it doggy style and cowgirl. I want to do you sitting in a chair. I like it when I'm on top, do you?"

I didn't answer. She continued to stroke my chest, her fingers playing with my chest hair. She looked up at me, her hand sliding down my body, finding my soft cock and giving it a squeeze. With a mischievous grin, she asked, "What do you say we go get lunch and we can see if you're up to it again by then?" She immediately pushed away, rolled over and sat up. I reached for her, but she stepped away from the bed, still naked, and picked up the pajama tops from the chair where she had left them when she dressed to go to the Suburban -- that seemed so long ago, now. She pulled it around herself and turned, facing me, as she buttoned just the bottom buttons. "I'm going to need some more socks," she said, as she headed out the door.

I started getting up; picking up my still dry clothes from where I'd dropped them on the floor and began to get dressed. It was just moments later that I heard "Oh My God, look at that!" I had my shirt in hand, and immediately ran out to the living room where I found Bug looking out the wall of windows next to the fireplace.

The Christmas card view from the morning was gone. Visibility was not much more than a few yards, the view of the mountains and valley had disappeared into a sea of battleship gray and blowing snow. The snow showers of this morning had turned into a full-blown blizzard, and whereas before we had had only a virtual dusting of new snow, now we had a good foot of new powder with more coming down hard.

"Wow, it's really coming down, isn't it? If this keeps up, it's going to be hard for everyone else to get here."

Bug turned to face me, a smile on her face, and put her arms around my neck. "Oh darn. Wouldn't that be a shame if we had to be alone for more than just today?" She pulled my head down to hers, where I readily returned her kiss. Bent down to her as I was, I slipped a hand behind and onto her pert little bottom, feeling it through the cloth of the oversized pajama tops and recognized immediately there was nothing else between her bottom and my hand, realizing that I hadn't seen her put anything but the top on. I lifted the PJ's until I could reach underneath, palming her delectable bottom and confirmed she hadn't put any underwear on. "You didn't want to borrow some of my underwear?" I asked, pulling away from the kiss and nuzzling her ear.

"Do I need to?" She asked, pulling away from my embrace and turning toward the kitchen.

"You're a little stinker. You know that, don't you?"

She stopped, bent forward, and flipped the PJ's up, exposing her bare bottom to me. "Does that make me a 'Stinkbug'?"

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A phone call after lunch got the home front searching for the missing bag. We told them about the weather conditions, and although the storm hadn't yet moved over to Denver, it was predicted to hit there shortly. The airlines had already cancelled several future flights, and the possibility of anyone being able to fly and join us soon was definitely in danger of falling through. By the time they called us in the early evening, the missing bag found sitting on a chair in my living room, the snow accumulation had doubled.

After lunch I stepped out back to get a refill on the wood we'd been burning, and while I was at it, checked the hot tub. The snow had accumulated so I had to knock it off the top first, but found the water was up to temp -- we could use the tub if we desired. The swirling steam amid the blizzard conditions made for an interesting contrast.

Bug had made up hot chocolate when I got back in, we added Baileys just because, and we sat down in front of the fireplace. Bug pushed my arm aside, and snuggled into my lap again, her knees across my leg. Still just "dressed" in my pajama shirt, I was acutely aware of her naked body beneath it.

"You know you didn't quite fail last night."

"Fail with what?"

"You said you wanted to flash me with the PJ top, but it didn't work? That's not quite true." I'd put my cup of Baileys and cocoa on the table beside me.

"Oh really?" she giggled. "And just what did you see that I didn't know about?"

I slid my hand over to the PJ top, running my finger down past the undone buttons to the topmost button that was fastened, pushing the top open as I did, and then began back up the other side pushing it open a bit more.

I slipped my hand in over the top of her breast. "I saw a sweet little curve right here on top..." I slipped my finger deeper inside the shirt towards her arm pit, barely touching the top of her breast, then pulled them back and began trickling them down the inside; "and then you moved, and I could see the tan line where your bikini normally is, and I could tell it almost doesn't even cover you..." I slipped my fingers down under her breast, barely touching her with the back of my hand and then turned it over, cupping her breast, my thumb sliding up and across her nipple. "And then the shirt slipped a bit more and hung up on this sweet little nubbin and I could see where your tan line crosses right across the edge of your areola. Whatever bikini you've been wearing recently doesn't leave much to the imagination does it? Is it the same thong that has allowed you to tan your bottom that you were showing me while we were driving yesterday?"

"Yeah," She giggled.

"I don't think I've seen that one."

"I don't think Mom would approve; I've never worn it at home."

"I think I might like to see that."

"You would have. I had it in my bag."

I reached back to the shirt, unbuttoned one more button, and when I slid my hand back in, the shirt now fell open enough that the breast I was playing with was totally exposed. She slid her hand down to my crotch at the same time, feeling the growing firmness in my pants. I continued to caress her nipple and breast.

"I used to dream of this. Sitting in your lap, smelling you, having your hands on me. But you never did."

"You quit cuddling in my lap about the time you began to grow up, which is probably a good thing, but I wouldn't have even if I'd wanted." I pulled her to me, my exposed hand sliding down and under the shirt to cup her bottom.

"Is my bottom still magnetic?" She looked up at my face, smiling.

"Even more so, and now it's damn attractive," I answered, my hand caressing her backside. As my hand slid onto her hip, her upper leg opened a little, inviting my touch to move elsewhere. She looked up and we began to kiss again, sucking tongues as our arousal grew. As I slid my hand further forward toward her pussy her legs spread open even more, her womanhood easily penetrated by my probing fingers. My fingers slipped inside her again, my thumb finding the hard little spot above her slippery slit. Her hips and pelvis twinged to my touch, pushing against my fingers, a sharp little gasp escaping her as she went over the top again. She reached down to still my hand. I stopped my movement but left my hand in place, feeling the hard little nub under my thumb, two fingers still inside her.

I felt Bug's hand move off mine, I pulled my hand away. I watched as she undid the last two buttons of the shirt. Rising and turning, she straddled my lap, one leg on either side, the shirt falling open to reveal most of her otherwise naked body to me. I slipped my hands inside the shirt, parting it further, her breasts and front of her body now totally exposed.

"My God you're gorgeous Bug." I reached for her breasts, hefting their pleasant weight in my hands and then rolled her nipples simultaneously with both hands. In response she reached forward, her hands finding where my own nipples were through my t-shirt, rubbing back and forth across them, and then began pulling my t-shirt up and over my head. I raised my arms to help, and she tossed it to the floor behind me. Her hands stroked down my chest, finding my nipples just as mine again found hers.

With the pajama top hanging open, she was virtually naked in my lap. Her eyes closed, a hum of pleasure emanating from her mouth as her fingers concentrated on my nipples while I once again tweaked and rolled hers. "God I love nipple play, don't you?"

"It's nice," I answered. I could feel the tingles from my nipples in my once again fully erect cock. She slid her hand down to my pants, squeezing me through them. Her other hand came down and began to loosen my belt and take my pants off. A moment later she rose up, as did I, and together we slid them into a pile in front of the leather chair. Her hand grasped my erection protruding from my lap and began stroking and playing with it.

She looked down at her hand which was wrapped completely around my cock; my gaze followed hers. She stroked it slowly, her hand rising to the rim, a small drop of pre-cum appearing when she did. She stroked again, milking my cock, and the drop grew. She stroked me two or three times and then stopped, her hand holding me just below my cock head. With a finger from her other hand, she began smearing the pre-cum over my swollen glans. I flinched from the intensity of it.

"Slide down," she commanded, indicating I should move forward. She raised her bottom off me, and I slid down into the chair putting my ass right at the edge. She immediately slid forward, using her hand to guide my cock to her well lubricated pussy and lowered herself on me. She eased herself down until she was bottomed out, but she could have done it fast. She was so wet there was no resistance to my cock penetrating her love tunnel. She wiggled her hips, seating herself more firmly on my cock. "Oh, Uncle Jim, you feel so good. I could sit here with you in me forever." Her hands came back up to my chest, she leaned back slightly until she was virtually at arms length, her fingers once again finding my nipples. I wet my fingers in my mouth and reached forward to hers also, gently rolling them in circles. "Umm, that's so nice."

She wasn't moving on my cock at all, just sitting there impaled on my turgid member. I squeezed my muscles, causing it to expand inside her. "Ooh, that's fun. I felt him expand."

"You were supposed to." Her right hand dropped to her pussy, I saw her wet a finger and draw it across her clit momentarily, then reach back for my nipples.

"Do you want me to do that?" I asked.

"Uh, uh. It'll make me cum too quickly." I ran my hands over her breasts, squeezing and admiring their young firmness, but always returned my fingers to her nipples.

"I've dreamed about this."

"About what," I clarified, "fucking you uncle?"

"This has always been my favorite fantasy, ever since I can remember. Sitting in that big chair we had with you, having your hands all over my body, sliding you in me and cumming again and again. This is what I used to imagine when I would masturbate alone."

I didn't pick up on it at first, but moments later it clicked in my mind what she'd said.

"Masturbate alone? Don't people normally masturbate alone?"

She smiled; a naughty little smile that made my cock twitch. "Not always."

Female masturbation has always been a turn on of mine. My wife Debs would enjoy teasing me and turning me on by masturbating in front of me. The thought of my darling niece masturbating in front of someone caused my cock to twitch inside her.

"I felt that," she giggled, "does that turn you on?"

"God Bug, everything about you is turning me on. If I was twenty years younger and you weren't my sister's daughter...." She ignored me.

"Haven't you ever masturbated with anyone else?" Admittedly I have. I thought back, besides masturbating with my wife, there were several occasions I could remember. Back in high school, my buddy's younger sister had caught the two of us with dirty magazines at his house. She threatened to tell, finally agreed she wouldn't get us in trouble if she could watch. My wife Debs and I played with another couple years before, and masturbation, either self or mutual had often been part of our play. The girls once asked to watch us guys masturbate, which we did. Sometimes Debs and I would just have sex sessions where we'd watch each other do ourselves, usually coming together.

"Yes."

"Tell me about it?"

"Later. I want to hear about you first."

"You do, huh? What do you want to hear?"

"Everything. How did it happen? Who was it? Male or female?" She smiled and leaned forward, raising her hips for the first time since she'd sat down on my cock, putting pressure against her clit with my cock, and sliding down again. Up and down twice more, then she settled on the bottom again rotating her hips around my cock again.

"A few more of those and I could cum again."

"Why don't you?" I asked, lifting my hips to force my cock deeper into her.

"Because I like being aroused. I like taking it until I can't stand it, cumming hard, and then doing it again. I just don't want to cum yet." Her hands went back to my nipples and chest.

"The first time I ever masturbated was with my girlfriend. It was the weekend, and I was spending the night at her house. She had this big double bed, so we slept together. We were talking about boys and sex and she asked how often I masturbated. She said that she did all the time, that her Mom had told her it was OK, that most girls do it, and it's a lot better than taking a chance on getting pregnant. I told her that I didn't know how, so she told me how and we did it together."

I again lifted my hips, Bug twisted back and forth a bit in response. "Did you like that?" she asked.

I nodded. "Women masturbating has always been a little bit of a fetish of mine. I love to see them get themselves off. Was that the only time?"

"Oh no, that was just the start. We did it all the time, whenever we were together. At first, we just masturbated side by side under the covers, later on we'd watch each other do it, and then... we helped each other."

"Helped each other?" I again thrust my hips upward into her, my cock twitching with arousal. We weren't even moving much, but I could tell with the sexy talk and the nipple play that I was soon going to be out of control. "How did you help each other?"

She was leaning forward now, moving her hips and pelvis so my cock was moving in her but very slowly. "It started with playing with each other's breasts. She asked if I'd ever let a guy feel me up, and I told her I hadn't ever even kissed a guy. She said she hadn't either and asked me if I would feel her up so she could tell what it was like. Afterward she felt me up -- and that was the start. From there, it just went on. That was the beginning -- eventually we pretty much did everything.

Bug leaned back away from me, supporting herself with her hands on the chair arms. I reached down with one hand, slipped a finger into the small space where my cock and her pussy were together and ran some of her juices up over her clit. Her hips rose in response, slipping up and down on my cock as I continued to rub her clit. Her eyes closed again, and she groaned. "God that's nice." I felt a few minor tremors of pleasure run through her body, her thrusting becoming a bit more insistent over the next couple of minutes, my finger never stopping its caressing of her clit which swelled just a little as I stroked it. Suddenly she leaned back forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled it from her, her cunt contracting on my cock, her body wracked with an orgasmic shudder, and then a second.

"Too much?" I asked as she released my hand. I moved it to her waist, opposite my other hand.

"Just right." She looked at me and smiled. "I love to cum."

"I can tell." She slowly recovered from her orgasm, as her hands again began to stroke my chest, I did the same. Her nipples were still hard, she didn't seem to mind when my fingers again found them.

"Tell me more about you and your girlfriend? Did you ever masturbate her?" I squeezed my muscles again, my cock expanding in her pussy again.

"You really like this don't you?"

"Oh God yes. I used to love hearing Debs tell me about her experiences." I didn't say that all those experiences had all been after we were married.

"Did she... was she... bi?"

"Debs?" I asked, giving myself time to think of the answer. "I guess. I mean - she wasn't averse to playing with women, particularly in that she knew I liked it, but she preferred me." I changed the subject back to her, "Did you, masturbate her?" I returned her to my original question.

She grinned and twisted her hips on my cock again. "Yes."

"So tell me already! I want to hear about it."

"Not until you fuck me."

"I am fucking you."

"No you're not, you're just in me, and I've got lots of brains left."

"Huh?" I didn't get the reference at all.

"You said you were going to fuck my brains out and I've got lots of brains left."

With a grunt I flung myself forward and managed to stand with Bug impaled on my cock. Her legs wrapped around me, her arms going around my neck. I staggered forward and collapsed forward onto the opposing couch without quite crushing her beneath me. "You want me to fuck you, you little cock tease? I'll fuck you, like you've never been fucked before." I slipped an arm under one leg, lifting it over my shoulder, then the other, bending her almost double in front of me. Her hands grabbed her knees, and I began pounding her in earnest. The thirty minutes or more of her sitting on me, cumming several times without anything for me, had reached a head.

Bug's pussy was so wet with her legs splayed wide over my shoulders it was practically frictionless sliding into her. I banged into her, bottoming out, feeling my cock hit her cervix.

"Oh yes, Uncle Jimmy, Fuck me hard!" I pulled back and plunged in again. "Fuck me." On the next stroke, again she exclaimed "Fuck Me", and then she began talking. "Fuck me, God I've wanted this for so long. Fuck me Uncle Jimmy, make me cum. Fill me with your cum. Oh my God I love cock." Her hand dropped from the back of her knee, her fingers rubbing hard around her clit and I felt her pussy contract as I saw her stomach clinch in an orgasmic spasm. Her dirty talk stopped, her fingers slowed down on her clit, but I didn't stop.

Somehow the angle wasn't quite right; it was good but not perfect. I reached over to one side and grabbed the end pillow and stopped just long enough to lift her cute bottom and slide the pillow underneath. That's all it took, the angle was perfect, and as I started fucking her again in earnest, she let me know it was good for her also. A little "oh" slipped out of her mouth, her eyes staring into mine got wider. With the added angle, apparently my cock was hitting her g-spot, each time her body quivering just a bit harder, a bit longer.

It was perfect, but I wasn't peaking very fast. The friction of her cunt on my cock head was just right to barely drag me toward the brink, each stroke a little better; at the same time Bug was approaching the edge from her side of the equation. My forehead was covered with beads of sweat from the exertion, as was my chest. Bug's breathing had gotten extremely ragged, her mouth opening, raspy exhales with every in stroke of my cock, shuddering intakes of breath with every outstroke.

I could tell we were both getting there; it was just a matter of who reached home first. "Oh god, Uncle Jimmy, I'm so close... I've never felt like this before.... Are you almost there? ... Are you..."

"Almost Bug... Almost... Wait... For... Me..." I could barely sputter the words out, one per stroke.

At the same time, little "oh's" were coming from Bug's mouth, each "oh" getting a bit stronger with each thrust. Her head rocked back and forth, her eyes closed; one hand rose to her mouth, her fist was pushed in knuckles first, as if she was eating it, and suddenly I was there.

"Now!" I grunted, and my cock erupted inside her, my hips thrusting forward with the spurt of cum, involuntarily pulling back only halfway and thrusting forward again with the next spurt, and the next. At the same time, Bug's back arched, her head thrown back into the couch.

"Oh Shit." Her body convulsed, her pussy sucking hard on my cock, pulling it even further in her if that is possible. The tops of her breasts and upper chest blushed crimson before my eyes. I started to pull out, but as I did each time my cock dry spasmed again, causing my hips to involuntarily thrust back in. Three maybe four times, virtual cumless spasms of my cock as I drove back into her. Finally, I pushed her legs off my shoulders and collapsed onto her, her legs and arms wrapping around me, keeping me in place.

I rolled off her after I'd gotten my breath back, the two of us squeezing together on the couch. She nuzzled her face and nose into my neck, occasionally purring in pleasure as we lay together. Our panting slowed, and then stopped; finally, with a large exhale I shifted her and snuggled beside her on the couch, an arm wrapped over her, pert breast in hand, my other arm under her head.

I don't know how long we lay there, sexual exhaustion almost putting us to sleep. As I recovered, I once again opened my eyes, allowing them to wander down her body, followed by my hand. Her breast had been warm, my hands keeping it that way but now as my hand caressed down her side to her bottom, I realized that the rest of her skin wasn't as warm. "Let's go take a shower and warm up," I whispered into her ear, her "Umm" the only response. I pulled away and stood up; turning toward the fireplace I realized I'd failed to add wood when I should have and our house warming fire had burnt down to nothing. I opened the screen, turned to grab more wood and as I did, Bug got up, padding naked toward the bath. I followed her moments later, collecting and bringing along what little clothes we'd had. She'd already climbed into the shower by the time I got there; moments later I joined her.

She had the water first and immediately squatted and wiped away my cum and her juices from her pussy, then turned to let the water run over her head and shoulders. Rivulets of water ran down between her breasts, her nipples no longer as hard as they'd been when I was playing with them, but still mildly erect. The rivulets diverged around her belly button, and then curved back in below to run down across her bald mound. I reached down, sticking my finger into the rivulet running over her pussy, and as I did she looked down, which caused the rivulet to disappear as most of the water now hit her in the back of the neck and sprayed off. I ran my finger slowly up her belly as she watched, up between her breasts where I shifted sideways and cupped her breast. I brought my other hand up to cup her other breast, her nipples hardening in my grasp. She stood there doing nothing for several moments, just letting me fondle her, then stepped forward, bringing our bodies together and looking up. I bent slightly, her hand reaching behind my head to pull my lips to hers.

She was in no hurry to break the kiss. Her tongue searched my mouth; when I slipped my tongue into her mouth her tongue retreated as she sucked it in, chasing mine around her mouth with her own. When I pulled back, she bit my lip, sucking it into her mouth, enticing me to extend the kiss which I did. I'd slid one hand down to her bottom, still tweaking her nipple with the other. When she reached between us however, despite our kissing and my fondling of her, there had been no reaction of my now shriveled cock. Despite my wanting, it was going to be a while before I was ready to go again. She pulled away from our kiss.

"It's not fair," she complained.

"What's that?"

"All you do is look at me and touch me a little and I'm on fire and ready to do it again, but you're not even close."

"It'll take a while." I answered. "I'm not exactly 18 anymore."

"I'm glad you're not. All 18-year-olds ever want is a blowjob."

"Maybe. But then again, give them 5 minutes and they can go again."

"Only if they stick around that long."

She slipped around me, pulled the shower door open and stepped out. I soaped up and rinsed off, following her out just moments later. I turned from hanging the towel; she stepped into my arms and again turned her face up to kiss me. I cupped her bottom with both hands, holding her into me as we kissed again. She wiggled her pelvis against me, her mouth ravenously sucking my tongue, until she pulled back, her hand sliding between us again to grasp my still limp manhood. "If I suck him, can I get him hard?"

I shook my head. "Eventually, but not now. You'll just have to wait."

"But I don't want to wait!"

"My, My. Greedy little thing, aren't you?" I teased, pulling her to me again. She melted against me, our mouths again meeting, a warm lovers kiss. When I slipped a hand down her smooth belly and between her legs, she turned slightly, opening herself to my touch. I fingered her pussy, as well as I could from this hard-to-reach position; she moaned in appreciation. I pulled my hand away, and taking hers, led her back into the bedroom.

I walked her to the bed, where I pulled the covers aside and laid her on her back. I crawled onto the bed beside her, just admiring her naked body for a moment. I ran my hand over her breasts, and then traced the center line of her barely visible body hair, down past her belly button where the hair disappeared on her softly round belly. When I reached her pussy, I could feel the heat emanating from inside her. As I stroked a finger along her pussy lips, she spread her legs just a bit more, and my finger slipped in -- she was once again soaking wet.

"You really are ready to do it again, aren't you?" I asked, slipping my middle finger deeply into her, carefully not touching her clit. She didn't answer, just nodded. I pulled out, and slowly inserted my ring and middle fingers together. When I had them fully inserted, I explored her insides, pressing upward, searching for the g spot my cock had so obviously found earlier. I couldn't tell, she didn't respond in a way that said I'd found it, so I pulled my fingers out again. Bringing them to my mouth I sucked them clean, tasting her juices for the first time.

"Candy." I said. "I'm going to like going down on you, aren't I?" She didn't say anything, just watched. I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, this time drawing them up across her clit as I took them back out. She shivered slightly, not from cold this time, as a slight moan escaped her.

"Don't tease me, Uncle Jimmy." she said, her first words since I'd laid her on her back.

"Tease you?" I asked. "You think I'm teasing you?" I slipped my fingers back in her honey pot one more time, again dragging them slowly up across her clit, one finger on each side of the hard little point.

She exhaled through her nose and a quiver wracked her body as my fingers again contacted her clit. "Yes."

"And what would you have me do instead?" I said this as my fingers again penetrated her. "What do you want me to do instead of teasing you?" I held my fingers motionless inside her. "Do you want me to finger fuck you?" With that I began fucking her with my fingers, several in and out strokes. She hadn't answered so I stopped.

"No?" I pulled my fingers out of her, and slowly drug my middle finger up her lips until it contacted her clit. "Is this what you want? Shall I finger your clit?" I continued slowly drawing my finger up until my fingertip rested against it. I stopped there momentarily, then pressing down, flicked my finger back and forth a couple of times across her clit. She moaned - I stopped my movements. "Well? I brought my finger up to my mouth again and sucked her juices from it. "Or do you want me to go down on you? Hmm, is that it? Tell me, Bug, what do you want?"

"I want you to make me cum," her voice barely audible.

"Gees Bug, you're insatiable, aren't you?"

"Umm, I guess. I guess I'm just a cum slut - I love to cum."

I leaned in and kissed her again, her hand coming up behind my head. I continued to stroke her pussy with my one hand, being careful not to stimulate her too rapidly. I broke the kiss away from her lips and began working my way downward, kissing her chin, underneath onto her neck. Her hand continued to play with the hair on the back of my head and neck as I kissed my way down her body. I kissed and tongued all around her breasts, sucking and licking her flesh, saving her nipples for last.

Her tan line showed she'd been out in the sun wearing a skimpy bikini, the thought of her practically naked in public suddenly putting mixed emotions through my mind. On the one hand, I'd have loved to see it, this delectable body I was feasting on displayed in public for others to see and admire. On the other hand, I also realized that most of those that she'd displayed her body for, and had admired it in the past, were her own age, not some old fart like me. Jealous thoughts disappeared from my mind when I suckled her nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

"Mmm. That's so nice." I'd opened my mouth wide, taking the puffy end of her breast into my mouth, running my tongue around and around her nipple itself. I'd sucked in, and then gradually slipped backward until just her nipple remained between my lips, my tongue running back and forth over the pink nub. I pulled back where I could see it, extended my tongue and flicked it again. I glanced up; she was just lying there watching me. I smiled and reached down, pinching her nipple between my teeth, nipping -- and pulling backward.

"Ohh, be nice" she said as I got to the point where I knew it had to be beginning to hurt. I released her nipple from between my teeth and returned my mouth around it, once again swirling my tongue around and around. Simultaneously I found her clit with my finger and ran circles around it. "Umm. Now that's nice!" she responded.

My fingers were already slippery from her pussy, I quit teasing her clit and moved my hand up to her other nipple, working a slippery finger around it, matching my tongue work on her other. "Umm. That's nice too." She whispered, more thinking out loud than talking to me. I felt my fingers begin to dry out, I moved them over and licked them a bit, tasting her as I did so, then returned my now saliva covered fingers to their previous job. I leaned back, propping my head on my hand and absorbed her body with my eyes.

Her nipple that I'd just been sucking was erect, protruding from a tiny areola that capped the puffy end of her breast. I looked over; from this angle it was obvious her left breast was just slightly larger. I hadn't noticed before. I traced my finger down the tan line on the inside of her breast where it barely missed her nipple, and then the outside tan line. "You've been wearing a naughty little nothing at the beach, haven't you?"

"I was going to wear it for you, too. It was in my bag."

"Umm. I'd like that."

"Well, it probably won't happen now. I doubt my mother would approve."

"Probably not." I stroked her breasts some more. "God you're beautiful Bug. Your breasts are so perfect." I cupped her further one with my hand, squeezed, and then rubbed my thumb across her nipple again. "You like dressing naughty, don't you? Wearing practically nothing on the beach? How come I've never seen this side of you before?"

"Maybe because you're only around me when family is around and not around me at college?"

"Maybe." I ran my hand over her belly, down between her legs, cupping her mound and slipped a finger between her lips. Her legs spread slightly, as my finger came in contact with her clit, she wiggled slightly. "Want something?" I asked.

"You're teasing."

"I know. Isn't it fun?" I pushed against her clit, moved my finger across it. Bug flinched. I smiled, and licked her nipple again, then continued my downward journey, exploring her body with my tongue until I reached the Promised Land.

Eating a woman never fails to excite me. Feeling her clit get hard, feeling it throb against my tongue as she orgasms - tasting her nectar -- sometimes good, other times I can't wait to wash my face, but still good in its own way. Bug's pussy was as I described before, candy, very nice to the tongue. I always loved eating my wife's pussy, but Bug's was nicer. She appreciated it, coming twice before I crawled back up beside her and had her snuggle again into my arm, where we both fell asleep.

~

I didn't sleep long. I awoke, Bug's peaceful deep breathing the only sound in the room. Her head had slipped off my arm; she now had a pillow under it, her back to me. I pulled the blanket over her, which caused her to stir momentarily, but I still managed to stand without waking her. I took my clothes with me, pulled the door closed on the way out. I traded my pants for a pair of sweatpants and pulled on a clean t-shirt. I picked up our clothes from the entry way, still soaking wet but no longer icy and took them to the dryer. I put our snow suits into the dryer alone while I threw everything else together into the washer. Her thong fell to the ground as I was putting everything in. I picked it up, wondering whether this was everyday wear or whether she'd worn it as part of my seduction. I decided it must be an everyday piece, a simple white design. Out of curiosity I stuck it to my nose and inhaled. Despite that it was wet, it smelled like Bug.

Outside the blizzard showed no sign of breaking up. By far the most intense snowfall I'd ever witnessed was taking place. It's hard to accurately judge snowfall; most people grossly exaggerate what they think they've seen. Ankle deep gets described as a foot; a foot is described as "This Deep" with a hand held out level. I conservatively estimated we might actually be approaching two feet, but the weather channel a few minutes later reported most stations as already recording between 22 and 28 inches. I hadn't been far off.

I built the fire back up and made myself some hot chocolate -- with a little more Baileys for good measure -- and settled down in front of the fire to ponder this mess I'd gotten myself into. God she's cute! She's a walking hard-on, isn't she? Yeah, I can see us talking to her mother that way -- that'll sure go over big... What the hell are you worried about -- she seduced you, ya know. Oh yeah, as if anyone will believe that. I remembered that fleeting sniff of her panties, and I remembered the sweet smell of her pussy. I felt my cock swell a bit in my pants. Oh yeah buddy boy -- she's gonna fuck you silly before this is over. I didn't deny it to myself.

I'd used the rest of the wood we had inside the last time I'd rebuilt the fire, so for the next stoking I had to go outside to get more. I wasn't worried about waking Bug, I knew she was just napping and would be awake soon, but still, I tried to be quiet. Apparently, I wasn't quiet enough, or maybe it was the gust of colder air when I opened the door, as a few moments later I felt her hands on my shoulder from behind. She reached up and stroked my face. I looked up at her; she was again wearing the PJ top.

"Heya Sleepy, want some more hot chocolate?"

"Is there more Baileys?"

"Of course." I started to get up and get it for her, but she told me to sit still. She returned a few moments later, sitting down beside me on the couch, leaning against me. I had no choice but to put my arm around her and she snuggled against me in response. My arm on her shoulder, we just sat there in front of the fire.

I'd put my cup aside, when she finished, she reached across me with her empty cup for the table -- which was well out of reach for her. "Want some more?" I asked as I took it from her. As she relinquished the cup, her hand fell into my lap and onto my cock.

"Do you?"

It was pure innuendo, there was no doubt what she was asking wasn't what I had asked, and the growing response in my pants was all the answer she needed. She moved her hand up, sliding under the waist band and into my pants, slipping her cool fingers around my only half hard cock and began to stroke him. My pants were really in the way, just a couple of strokes and she was telling me to raise my hips so she could push them down. We got them down and I pushed them off with my feet. She never moved from her position, leaning against me, left hand stroking my cock, working me toward another erection. She was in perfect position, I stroked her hair, wanting her to move her lips forward those last few inches but not wanting to push her. I didn't have to, a moment later she shifted forward, bent my cock to her mouth and took me in.

My cock at once felt like it was melting in the soft warmth of her mouth and simultaneously began to expand and harden to her sucking. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensation, my hand drifting up to her head. She immediately pulled off.

"Please don't Uncle Jimmy."

"Huh?" I didn't know what I'd done.

"Don't hold my head. I can't take that."

"I'm sorry, Bug. I wouldn't hold you." It dawned on me that there was more to it than just holding her head. "I wouldn't force you."

"I know." She went back to licking and sucking and stroking my cock, so I let my hand wander down her back. I pulled the pajama's up, to slip my hand inside her underwear, and was only mildly surprised to find she didn't have any on. I fondled her bottom, stroking her cheeks, then reached further, seeking her pussy from behind. She arched a bit, giving me more access, until I was just barely able to slip a finger into the mouth of her pussy. Her butt arched toward me some more, but from this angle I couldn't quite reach her. I would have rather fondled and pleased her than to have her suck me off, so I pulled her bottom upward. She responded, pulling her legs up underneath her and going back to work on my cock. This gave me the option of sliding my hand over her back and fondling her from behind or coming in from underneath.

I did both, moving my hand underneath, stroking her slit, rubbing her clit, then moving over the top, slipping a finger between her ass cheeks, sliding it down, past her rose where I felt a slight tensing of her body, her concentration away from the cock in her mouth. Whether she knew it or not, I sensed the change and continued my downward journey, across her taint, and twisted upward, again penetrating with my finger. Her body pushed back against me, I fingered her as deeply as I could.

"You like it from behind? Is that it?" she didn't take my cock out of her mouth, but I felt her pussy clinch my finger. "Oh, you do, don't you! You just suck that cock hard, and I'll do you from behind. I like it doggie too, where I can see that gorgeous ass of yours." I remembered the previous day, driving along, glancing at the little patch of her thong, her bare bottom enticing me. "Did you know you were teasing me?" I continued, "The whole time you were asleep on the way here..." I drew my hand out of her pussy, traced my finger back up to the tiny spot of untanned skin above her ass crack, and then traced the triangle. "I didn't even realize it at first. Your pants had slipped down, that cute little thong showing, and then they slipped some more, and I could see where your skin was tanned and where it was white." I wrapped my hand across her butt cheek, feeling the full perfection of it. "Was that part of your seduction too? Hmm?" I reached back up, pulled her hair away so I could see her sucking my now rigid cock.

"Oh my god, Bug, you're so gorgeous. You're so sexy. Ummm." I watched her slipping her mouth around me, up and down, stopping at the top, her tongue swirling around my glans. "Oh... That's so nice." Her tongue continued swirling, her cheeks puckered in as she sucked. "Do you want me to cum? Is that it? Cum in your mouth? Or should I do you?' She pulled off, sticking her tongue out, she licked the end of my cock, then sucked just the head once again. I groaned, and she pulled off. Sitting up, she rolled over and turned around, dropped to her elbows on the couch and presenting her elevated ass to me.

"Drop dead gorgeous ass," I said. "You know that don't you? Is that why you wear a thong, huh? To show it off to all those college studs?" I leaned forward and kissed her butt cheek, first one side, then the other, while I once again slipped my hand between her legs and penetrated her with my finger. I wiggled my finger inside, searching for the pleasure spot that would drive her wild.

"Do you like showing off? Baring this cute bottom to drive boy's crazy?"

"Do me," was her only response.

"Do you? I am doing you." I pulled out, slipping in a second finger as I pushed back.

"Please!" she protested. "Fuck me again!"

She'd dropped even further, her chest almost flat on the couch, her butt even higher. I pulled away, moving between her legs, kneeling on the couch between her legs. I guided my cock between her legs with my hand, feeling her juices making the head slippery as I pushed right past her beckoning cunt and rubbed it against her clit.

"Oh god, Uncle Jimmy, put it in me!"

I slapped my cock against her clit with my hand, and then held it against her pussy as I backed off until we were lined up. I leaned forward just a bit, my cock head pushing just that first inch into her pussy. I stopped my forward motion, but she wanted more of me in her and began to push back.

I spanked her butt cheek. "Naughty, naughty! No getting greedy!" I pulled back at the same rate she pushed back against my legs, so although she managed to get my cock into her maybe another inch, I pulled back so that just my cock head was in her."

"That's better." I flexed my muscles, my cock head expanding from the infusion of blood.

"Umm. You feel so good."

"So do you," I answered, slipping my cock in another inch. I pulled out to where I almost came out, then slipped back in, right back to the two inches deep that I'd been before and maybe half an inch more. I repeated the motion, slowly pulling out until maybe only half my cock head was in her, then slowly pushing back in, each time going another half inch deep. I was pushing her forward and down onto her arms, each time she tried to back up into me I pulled away. Three, four... six times more I teasingly, slowly penetrated her until I bottomed out, my pelvis against her plush, womanly bottom. "Oh god you feel so good, Bug."

I leaned back until I was upright, pulling Bug back with me so my cock was still seated within her. Once I got upright, I took her hips and moved her forward -- then back, forward and back, moving her around my cock rather than me moving my cock in and out of her, masturbating myself with her body.

At first whenever Bug tried to follow my hands backward, making me move her faster, I resisted, leaning back, keeping the relative motion of my cock inside her the same. But as time went on, as our speed increased, I found myself pumping forward into her as I pulled her bottom back against me -- and then repeating it in reverse, pushing her forward as I pulled back. All it took was moments and our bodies were pounding together, her bottom slapping against my hips. The penetration was practically frictionless, and with my cock not being ultrasensitive like it is when I haven't cum recently, even with the frantic pounding back and forth I could tell I wasn't going to cum anytime soon. The same couldn't be said for Kris, she soon came, hard, her body quivering, her pussy convulsing around my cock. If I hadn't been holding her, I'm sure she would have collapsed. But she didn't, and I continued fucking her, my cock now making splooshing sounds through the inordinate amount of juices coming from her pussy.

"S...Stop...Stop..." she begged, but I ignored her, continuing my plunging into her fiery hole. A few moments later, her bottom moved again, changing angles, and she slowly at first, and then faster, began working with me again. "Oh my fucking God, that's... ohhh... that's so good..." Her head was sideways now on the pillow from the couch, her hands gripping the seat, her bottom plunging backward to accept my sword thrusts once again.

I now had sweat beginning to run off my forehead and into my eyes from the exertion, I could feel it beading on my chest, and despite that I was nowhere close to cumming, I was tiring from the exertion. "Oh Fuck!... huh... huh..." her panting sounding like an old fashioned steam locomotive, "huh... huh... ohhhh... I'm ... I'mmm... Cuumming" the final word strung out over several seconds. I had to stop, which I did, my cock buried to the hilt in her, my own panting now as loud as hers had been.

I started to move, to pull out a bit. "No!" she said, her hand reaching back towards me, waving in the air. "Don't move! Just stay for a minute."

Her breathing began to slow down, her body began to relax, and as it did, I once again began to back out, and this time she didn't stop me. I suddenly realized how much of a mess we'd made, female cum running down her legs, down to my balls, splashed on the couch beneath her.

"I'll be right back" I said, patting her bottom and went to the bathroom to get a towel. When I got back, she'd rolled over onto her back, head on the pillow. The PJ top was bunched around her waist. Her entire pussy was glistening; a small puddle had dribbled from between her legs onto the couch. I just smiled and blotted everything dry between her legs.

"You're still hard?" she looked back and forth at my cock which had shown no sign of abatement, and my face, "Didn't you cum?"

"Not yet."

She looked slightly crestfallen. "But... I thought..."

Realizing her thoughts, I interrupted. "Oh, don't worry Bug, it's not you. You're good -- very good actually. It's just that I don't cum just by thinking about it like your college buddies do.

She smiled at my appeasement, "I always knew you'd be a great lover." She rolled onto her side, and reached for me, so I stepped forward. Her hand reached down, cupped my balls, and gently pulled me forward to where once again she could take me in her mouth. It wasn't a very satisfactory position, so she relinquished her hold on me, sat up and then pulled me to her again. Holding my cock with her one hand while playing with my back with her other, she proceeded to lick and suck her cum off my cock.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, gently pushing it back out of the way, remembering her admonishment earlier about not holding her head. "Ummm. That's nice."

She pulled her mouth off of my cock, just holding it and looking at it for a moment, before looking up at me. "Do you want me to suck you off?"

"Only if you want to." She stuck her tongue out, and licked the end causing me to groan.

"I like sucking girl cum off your cock." She licked me once again, then said "Will you tell me when you're going to cum? I don't want you to cum in my mouth."

"Don't do it if you don't want to. I don't want it if you don't."

"I want to, just don't finish in my mouth."

"Ok. I'll tell you." It didn't take a mind reader to know she'd had a bad experience in the past with giving blow jobs, but with her mouth and tongue going to work on me, that was the last thing I was thinking about.

I reached down and partially unbuttoned the PJ top as she sucked me, freeing her breasts once again. I bent slightly at the knees so I could reach her; stroked her nipples, tweaking and rolling them, flicking them back and forth, eliciting moans of approval from her even as I was losing control myself. Her mouth was like fire on my cock, her tongue swishing around and around in her mouth, her hand milking my cock, her other rolling my balls in her palm. With her mouth suctioning me and her hand stroking me, after our earlier fucking it wasn't long before she'd expertly brought me to the edge.

I told her I was getting close and that I hadn't forgotten, and that it wouldn't be long, which caused her to suck even more, fucking my cock with her mouth, which took me over the top. Seconds later I barely had time to give her the final warning and I spurted a modest amount of cum, hitting her neck and chest with it as she raised her head to avoid being hit in the face. Her hand jacked me that last few strokes as I collapsed, my knees buckling until I straddled her on the couch...

"Was that OK?" I pushed her backward and kissed her in response.

"Oh my God. That was more than OK." I pulled back, kneeling on the edge of the couch, and reached for the towel to clean the cum off her. Her hand reached out and grabbed my cock again when I did, gently milking the last few dribbles of cum out.

I flinched from the contact. "Jesus, Kristen, you're going to be the death of me."

She giggled. "Yeah, but what a way to go, huh? Do you suppose the headline would read "UNCLE FUCKED TO DEATH BY NIECE?"

I wiped off her chest and the last bit of cum off my cock and sat down beside her on the couch. With our lust and arousal sated for the moment, my adult mind was beginning to think again. I raised my arm; she snuggled against me, for the moment once again pretty well covered by the shirt although she hadn't buttoned it up.

"You've taken us down a very treacherous path you know." An image of my sister's livid face popped into my mind. I wondered what would happen if my sister were to find out about us. I wondered how we were going to hide what was happening. How would we face each other in front of family in the future? Was I never to be able to go to a family gathering again? Would I ever be able to look Bug in the eye without thinking of these few hours? Would I ever be able to be around her without wanting to jump her bones again?

"Maybe," she answered unconvincingly. We lay silently for a while; I stroked her arm, played with her hair. "Nobody else needs to know."

She was correct, nobody needed to know -- but that didn't mean that people wouldn't know. "True. But just what are the chances you could keep this from your mother?"

I don't particularly believe in ESP; however I will admit there are things that my younger sister guessed, surmised, or just flat knew that she had no right to have known. Maybe she read the body language of people around her -- but how did she know my wife was pregnant before my wife knew she was pregnant?

"None." There was no resignation there, just a fact. She knew it and I knew it.

"Do you want to tell me how this happened? Where you got this "I'm going to fuck Uncle Jimmy" idea anyway?"

She ignored the question, instead suddenly popping to her feet and moved to the window. "Do you suppose the spa is hot? I've always dreamed of being in a hot tub in a snowstorm."

"This isn't a snowstorm -- it's a freakin' blizzard!" I looked out over where the valley should be to see nothing but a few feet of white. The wind wasn't particularly blowing hard, although occasionally a gust swirled what we could see, it's just that the snow was coming down hard and steady. It was almost impossible to tell just exactly how much new snow had fallen since I last looked, it just kept coming down. But the spa was only partly exposed to the open, as I'd seen earlier it wouldn't take much to clear the lid again. "We just have to move the snow off the top, and that's not too bad" I said aloud, really just talking to myself.

"Let's do it!" she enthused, turning toward me and slipping in under my arm, her arms going around me.

"I don't know..." I answered, unenthusiastically, thoughts of getting on cold weather gear, grabbing the shovel, clearing the snow to where I could get the top off -- somehow it seemed like a lot of work for just a little pleasure.

"Please?" She begged. "I'll make it worth your while..." her innuendo accented by her hand sliding across my chest, her fingers raking my nipple as her hand tracked toward my crotch and recently wilted cock.

I pulled her around in front of me, the shirt pulling open as I did so her bare body was crushed against mine. "You are going to be the death of me," I said, and bent to kiss her. She kissed me back, open mouthed, and I knew I wouldn't turn her down. I pulled away. "You're going to have to make the hot chocolate and Baileys."

It took a few minutes to get dressed, at least, pants, shoes and a jacket and get the snow cleared and the top of the spa off. I stepped back inside, shivering despite the jacket, and sat to take my shoes off. Bug showed up with two steaming cups of cocoa. She set them down next to me beside two bath towels already set out.

"Is it hot enough?"

"Seemed to be," I answered.

"Ok, I'll try it." With that, she raised one leg and then the other, pulling the socks off so she was barefoot, and then pulled the shirt over her head without unbuttoning it, dropping it into a pile with the socks, now completely nude. "Here goes nothing!" She said, grabbing the door and pulling it open. She ran on her tiptoes through the frigid air to the spa, climbed the steps and got just one leg into the tub before she turned around and came charging back to the front room, her boobies bouncing pleasingly as she did.

I looked up questioningly as she jerked the door open. "Cocoa!" she said with a grin, grabbing her cup and immediately ran back to the tub. I could tell from the way that she got in that it was hot, but not too hot.

I finished getting undressed, took my own cocoa, grabbed the towels and followed her out. It was definitely cold being naked outside; I didn't waste any time getting in and sinking neck deep into the water either.

The steam boiled away from the surface of the water, tendrils whisping in the air, partially obscuring even the visibility from just one side to the other. Snowflakes occasionally flitted in on us from the onslaught just beyond the eves, immediately disappearing even before they landed, but for the most part they were falling just beyond the spa, a veil on life and the world keeping us from seeing anything beyond our steam shrouded cocoon of reality. Despite the heavy snow falling, at least for the moment the wind was practically still.

We sat saying nothing for several minutes. I caressed her leg with my foot; she released a hand from her cocoa and squeezed my foot in reply. An occasional draft of frigid air swept across the spa, blowing the steam away and snow into our faces making us appreciate even more the hot water around us.

"Nice, isn't it?" She commented, leaning her head back against the edge, sinking just a bit deeper into the simmering pool.

"Just until we turn into prunes."

I looked at her floating there, head back, eyes closed. Her breasts were clearly visible occasionally through the clear water, other times obscured by the steam. I raised my foot from her leg, guided it up until I flicked her near nipple with my toe, eliciting a surprised "oh" in response.

Her eyes came open, she smiled at me. "What?" she questioned of my gaze.

"My God Bug, I just can't get over how beautiful you are." She smiled, but said nothing,

"You ignored me; you know."

"I did?" her head rolled towards me. "When?"

"I asked where it was that you got this "I'm going to fuck Uncle Jim" idea."

Her head bobbed in agreement. "Yeah. Guess I did." She made no other offering. I waited, several moments.

"So?" I stretched the word out, telling her I expected an answer."Truthfully?" She asked.

"Of course, truthfully." I'd dropped my foot back to her leg, I squeezed with my toes. "Never lie about sex or love, even if it's one without the other." She offered no more, I could tell she was thinking.

"You've already told me you were planning this out, so it wasn't just the passion of the moment."

"Yeah, I know." It was a noncommittal answer, but it wasn't long before she continued. "I think you've always been a fantasy of mine. At least it seems like forever. I had a crush on you as a kid, and then Aunt Debs gave me the sex talk..."

Teaching young women about sex had been a passion of Debs. After we'd married, I'd convinced her she really needed to go on to college. Five long years later she'd gotten a nursing degree and her RN, but mostly she was a teacher. Besides teaching sex education, and talking to girls and their mothers about sex, she'd also spent most of her career working with pregnant teenage girls. It was no surprise she'd spoken to Bug; she'd made it her business to make sure as many girls as possible knew about the pleasures of the body without the twisted viewpoint of the non-denominational fundamentalist bullshit that she'd personally been raised with.

I'd never heard the talk. I knew she did it; I'd just never been there or involved. Debs always insisted it was a time for "girl talk," and said that younger girls were too vulnerable, too impressionable to talk freely with a man around. Often, I didn't even hear about it -- finding out offhand later; other times I was told I wasn't to be around for certain days. It didn't surprise me that Debs had "the talk" with Bug, it's just that I hadn't particularly heard about Bug being a recipient before.

"Ah." I pontificated. "So, she gave you the talk, also?" Her head bobbed in response.

"So tell me, now that she's gone, just what did she tell you in 'the talk'?"

"You don't know?" She didn't sound like she believed me.

"Nope. She never told me. She just said it was "girl talk." I always knew she was telling you girls about sex; I just didn't know what she told you."

"Oh." She pondered what I'd told her momentarily, and then looked up at me questioningly. "Why did you say 'also'?"

"Also?" I questioned, and then realized where I'd said it. "Because you were just one of many -- she talked to just about everyone who would listen. Nieces, friend's daughters and their mothers too for that matter; neighbor's daughters, co-workers' daughters, girls at church. She taught sex education classes for years, but never through schools. She said the bullshit they taught at public schools was absolutely primeval and designed to keep people in the dark about what was really happening and, as she used to say, 'to promote the same 'right wing fundamentalist" viewpoint that sex was basically bad that her father had pushed on her'. I've just always sort of wondered what she told you."

She nodded. "I'll have to admit it was totally different than anything we got in school."

"How's that," I prodded.

"In school, all they said was innuendo. She talked about the real thing."

"Like...?" I prodded after a few seconds.

"Like real sex. Like blowjobs and orgasms and putting a penis inside you and getting pregnant... and masturbating... and vibrators and positions and boys and what they didn't know and girls and what they didn't know... Like everything that everyone should know but doesn't because they don't have anyone to teach them."

"So ..."

I'd picked up on the final few words from Bug, hearing my own words with Debs from so long ago, and was puzzled by their meaning -- just what Bug meant when she said them. I knew Debs had had some minor bi tendencies but had certainly never picked up that she might be into young girls. Do we ever really know our spouse? Do they have a hidden side, something they don't share with us? I knew Debs had sex with Jenny - as far as that goes, we had had sex with Jenny -- and thanks to us, Jenny really had discovered she had much more than just bi tendencies. I'd always thought Debs preferred cock to pussy; but something about the way Bug said it, I interpreted that Debs had sex with Bug.

"... She taught you?"

She shook her head no. "No..." I saw her face change; she realized the depth of the question. "She just told me everything, but she said that you taught her nearly everything she knew."

"Well, that's not so bad." I was relieved. Although here I was "doing" my niece, and Debs and I had played with others before, the thought of Debs "playing" with Bug, and maybe numerous other young girls wasn't as disturbing as the thought that she might have without telling me was. "Did she tell you anything else?"

"I think she told me everything."

"Everything? What's everything?"

"Anything I wanted to know. She told me all about how sex works physically, how I needed to find out what worked for me, how you'd been so skilful and taught her so much. How you'd had a teacher, and how you'd been her teacher, and how you guys taught another couple, and how the four of you stayed together for years."

I gulped. I'd never considered that Debs was telling so much or our personal history to others before. I knew she was pretty frank about sex -- just didn't know it was specific about us.

"She told you all that about me? And her?"

"Well, not at first. She said she wouldn't pull any punches; she'd answer any question I had. She told me all the physical stuff which I'd sort of had at school, but she told the truth. When I began asking her questions, she just answered. Later I told her things too, what I'd already done and hadn't done... how it had been a bad experience my first time and it hadn't been very good since either. She told me about her first time, how it wasn't very good for her either, how she hadn't known anything and everything you tried to teach her she'd fought against. She went on and on about what a great teacher you'd been -- and how everyone needed to have someone like that in their life..."

Something about the way she'd trailed off with that sentence, not ending it -- the up tilt of her voice. "And?" I asked.

"And..." she looked right at me, and even through the steam of the spa I could see the slight blush, "I asked her if you could teach me."

I did my best to not show shock. I've got a pretty good poker face, but this was unexpected. I just nodded. "So, what did she say?"

"She said that wasn't such a good idea. With you being my mother's brother; for me being so young. She said she wasn't averse to the idea but if things didn't go well for me, to come back and see her after I was 18 and we could discuss it again."

"She didn't live that long," I said it as much to myself as to her. I'd done the math in my head, Bug's not quite yet 21, Deb's having been gone for over two years. I've long since learned to deal with the pain of her loss, but something like this -- something new, something unexpected -- something so like Debs; I could picture her that night so long ago, that night with Jenny, telling me to treat her right while she left us to go off to Bill and teach him how to treat Jenny right. What I had never imagined was what Bug was telling me now: Debs had indicated to Bug that she would consider setting her up with me as her "teacher."

I had never imagined it before, but I instantly had no doubt that if Debs had lived, Bug's and I would have had this little affair two years earlier. I could picture how she would have told me. We'd be having sex, Debs and I; she'd be on top, her favorite position, sitting on me, my cock buried to the hilt. We'd begin to talk about women I'd like to fuck, who I'd seen recently that really turned me on. She'd squirm on me, getting the pressure where she wanted it most, taking us together towards that ultimate experience. And right out of this she'd say something like "how would you like to teach Bug to fuck?"

I knew this because she said that's how it would happen -- the next time. It had happened once, and that one time had been a surprise to me. That one time had been with Bill and Jenny's daughter, Sara. That time, just before Debs died, it had been arranged between the three of them, Jenny, Debs and Sara, and cleared through a dubious Bill, but cleared it was. And although I eventually went along with the plan, initially I'd been against it as it was a complete surprise, and she agreed she'd never spring it on me again.

In the here and now with Bug -- I just nodded. Sometimes it's best to keep quiet. What can you say upon finding out that the niece that's been fucking you for the last half a day until you can't even get hard has had a crush on you for years -- and that, if your wife was still alive, you'd have been fucking this sweet little piece of ass two years ago instead of only now?

"Humm." I said moments later, the ultimate statement of "Well, I'll be" without actually saying anything. I looked at Bug, gathering my thoughts, at the same time realizing my cock was just beginning to be slightly more than a shriveled little vestige of his tumescent self.

"I don't get it" I said shrugging my shoulders, "why now? Why not last year -- or two years ago?" She looked a bit sheepish, didn't respond immediately.

"Come on, why now? It doesn't make sense. Is this all because you've fantasized about me all these years? You're in college, I can't believe you haven't found someone that's at least a little good in bed by now..."

She giggled self consciously. "A few."

"So, what is it? You'd really choose to spend a couple of days in bed with me over some stud from college?"

"Well," she started, "I mean, I've always fantasized about you, but it's sort of part of a bet."

"Sort of a bet?" I questioned, ignoring the fantasy part. "With whom?"

Her answer came slowly, one sentence at a time. I sat and waited as she told me. "Not really a bet, more like a challenge. I'm in this sorority, see ... and we had this game. We all wrote down what our greatest sexual fantasies were and put them in a box at the beginning of the year. We had a week to write them down and put them in a box without anyone seeing, and then afterward the group of us opened them and read them all. Afterward we were to try and figure out whose fantasy was whose, to put it all together as to who had what fantasy."

"And?" I prompted.

"At first that was all, just figure it out. Try to get all the fantasies identified with what girl. Gradually we figured them all out."

"Sounds like fun to me, but what was the purpose?"

"I don't know, I guess it made us all think about how we have things we'd otherwise never confess but we'd like to do -- but probably never would. We found out that everyone has something kinky they'd like to do. Something they've thought of, but never told anyone else about. At first, when we figured out someone's fantasy, they were sort of embarrassed. We hadn't known we were going to have to confess it was ours when we put them in the box. But then it was sort of like a badge of honor -- who had the kinkiest fantasy, you know? And compared to some, mine was almost tame."

"Like what wasn't so tame?" I asked when she didn't say anything more.

"We weren't supposed to talk about it."

"Anywhere? Or just around campus?"

"Nobody's supposed to know who has what fantasy except for us."

"Yeah, but I don't know anyone, so if I know the fantasy, I still can't know who it was."

"Umm. Yeah, I guess." She was a little noncommittal on the response.

"So, will you tell me?"

"Aunt Debs said you liked talking dirty." She'd expertly changed the subject -- bringing up another subject that I'd surely want to hear. I felt a throb in my cock - my wife had told my bedroom secrets to someone else?

"Yeah, well -- I like watching others and hearing about others, hearing fantasies, and watching porn. I like all kinds of naughty things -- but you're avoiding the question." I was no slouch on redirecting a conversation either. "Tell me about this bet or this challenge about these fantasies. Just what is this pact about?

She shrugged. "I guess I can tell you."

She didn't say anything more until I prodded again. "Well?"

"After we heard the fantasies, then we had to try and figure out, if we could, who the fantasy came from. I think the kinkiest was the easiest to figure out. There was this one fantasy of fucking a horse, and we easily hooked that up to a girl from Arizona. She came from this ranch and admitted she'd seen horses doing it since she was a little girl. She described seeing a horse's cock and how big it was and said that one day in high school, a girl she knew said that her cousin told her about going down to Mexico with his older brothers and seeing a donkey show. She said she didn't believe it, but the thought of being fucked by a huge horse cock never failed to turn her on. She was the easiest; she was the only girl from the country." She paused, looking at me, I just waited.

"This one other girl had a fantasy about her youth pastor, said she'd do him in a heartbeat. Another girl said she'd fantasized about being paid for sex; she said she'd been propositioned by a neighbor of her parents for a couple of years. She said that having someone want her bad enough to offer to pay for it was a turn on to her. She said she'd always laughed and ignored him, but never actually told him to knock it off as it always turned her on.

Most were pretty mild, though. A couple of girls said they had fantasized about being with a woman, several said they'd fantasized about a gang bang. There were like five girls that wanted to have threesomes, and foursomes... One girl said her fantasy was to have a cock in every orifice and one in each hand and make them all cum at once.

One girl's fantasy was about doing nude dancing at a strip club, and another was to be a nude waitress at a high-class event -- wandering around serving drinks in the nude wearing nothing but high heels while everyone there was dressed to the nines. One fantasy was going to a nude beach." Bug had brought her hands above the water, unconsciously keeping track of the fantasies with her fingers, ticking one more with each that she confessed.

"There was this one girl whose fantasy was about giving her brother a blow job. She said he'd go out to what he thought was a hidden location in the back yard with his girlfriends and she'd seen him get a blow job a couple of times and it always turned her on. I guess that's about all."

"And your fantasy was to do your uncle," I stated. She nodded. "And after all that, I'm guessing the challenge is actually to do the fantasy, make it come true?"

She didn't have to answer, but again her head nodded in confirmation, "Sort of."

"How so, 'sort of'?"

"We challenged each other, as a group, to see how many fantasies we can make come true during this year."

~

I'm not sure which would have been worse, just covering the spa while still naked, or taking the time to put some clothes on and then cover the spa. I decided it didn't make any difference; I was going to get cold so I covered the spa without bothering to get dressed. I'd watched Kris's cute little naked bottom bouncing into the house as she'd pranced away, the towel clutched to her front, before stopping indoors to dry off and heading toward the shower. I figured to join her just as fast as I could.

A naked bottom and body bounding away from me normally would have kept me quite warm, but it certainly didn't help me stay warm in the sub freezing temps this time. But then, I didn't need it. As it was our bodies were so hot from soaking in the water, in the few short seconds it took to cover the spa and get inside we really didn't get cold. I figured it had to only be in the single digits or teens -- not nearly as cold as the previous week had been. The heat from the spa had given me a huge head start on the cold; I wasn't even shivering by the time I got in. I could already hear the shower running; I just dropped my clothes in the bedroom on my way to the bath.

Bug was standing with her back to the shower, her hands raised over her head, running shampoo through her glistening hair. Her breasts jutted out even more firmly than normal with her arms up, rivulets of water running down her smooth belly and funneling across her bald pussy, her body totally on display through the clear glass shower doors. In the early days, Debs and I had often made love in the shower, but in later years somehow that habit had died off. Now seeing Kris's young body so opulently displayed, the memories came flooding back.

I pulled the door open and stepped inside, Bug just watching me as I did. I reached up to her breasts, running my finger tips around her soapy nipples, then pinching gently and tweaking. They responded immediately, and I expanded my fondling to her entire breast, hefting and kneading their natural perfection. She'd tipped her head back, eyes closed, her hair in the water rinsing off. I leaned forward and sucked a now soap free nipple into my mouth, sliding one hand around her to cup her bottom and hold her toward me while my other slid down to heaven in front.

"I don't want to do it in the shower," she said, speaking for the first time since I'd joined her. This statement caught me by surprise, as far as I'd been able to tell so far, she liked to do it everywhere. I wasn't recovered yet, despite my fondling of her succulent body I still hadn't grown erect again on my own, but I didn't argue -- just respected her wishes.

"Not a problem" I answered, pulling away from her nipple and stood upright, raising my hand to her back and held her as my lips found hers. Her mouth opened in response, her tongue pushing into mine, her arms coming down and wrapping around me. I'd fondled her pussy just enough to realize she now had just a hint of stubble. Almost simultaneously her hand came up to my cheek, and even as she touched it, I realized I hadn't shaved in nearly a day.

I momentarily stepped out of the shower and grabbed my razor and shaving gel and returned to shave my face. Bug rubbed my cheek afterward, finding a bit of stubble I'd missed, and I finished the job. I handed her the razor.

"I'll just be a minute" she said. I nodded once, leaned forward and kissed her, and stepped back and turned to get out of the shower. Standing there in the bathroom drying, I watched as she shaved her legs, starting at her feet, gradually moving up, and then taking a bit more gel, lathered up her cooch and proceeded to remove the hint of stubble I'd felt before. I watched as she pulled her pussy lips to one side and then the other, ran her fingers over herself, finally squaring up and trimming out her landing strip.

I was sitting on the end of the bed naked and applying lotion to my own body when Bug walked out of the bathroom. Despite the snowfall and apparent moisture, I knew from experience that the air was actually quite dry and not applying lotion would soon result in itching skin. I reached out my hand to her as she stepped into the room, still drying her hair with the towel, but otherwise making no effort to hide her body from me. She stepped forward, but I withdrew my hand, squirted more lotion in my palm and then began to smooth it onto her body.

She just stood there, allowing me to manipulate as I needed. She raised her leg when I pulled, putting it on the bed between my legs, lightly coming in contact with my cock as I smoothed lotion onto her leg. I rubbed lotion on her hips, up her belly, but when I reached her breasts, instead I slipped my hands behind her and pulled her closer. Leaning forward I sucked first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. Standing as she was, her breasts were at perfect height for me to suckle them with minimum effort.