Author: Sterling
Title: I Want a Penis of My Own
Summary: My niece Amy's parents laughed when she told them she
wanted a penis. I took a more -- uh -- experimental approach,
investigating how we might get her one. Before we were done, Amy
decided borrowing rather than owning was the right option for
her.
Keywords: Mf 1st humor het cons inc uncle niece

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/24/2012.

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I Want a Penis of My Own

I watched my niece Amy wave goodbye to her parents until their
car disappeared around the bend. She was smiling, but I knew
something was wrong.

I had come to visit my brother Mike and his wife Judy for the
long weekend. Back when I was married, the families used to
socialize back and forth. My son Isaac was a couple years older
than Amy, and lived mostly with his mother. Mike and Judy had
helped me out a lot when I was going through my divorce.

Although for most of the weekend we were doing things with all
four of us, her parents had taken advantage of the free
babysitting to get some time away as a couple. They felt
especially relaxed when I was sitting, they said, since they knew
Amy liked me so much and we got along so well. They didn't feel
the least bit guilty or worried, and that made for a special
outing for them.

Amy shut the front door and trudged my way. She then flopped down
on the couch beside me, her smile vanishing. It was 2:30 on a
Saturday afternoon in June, the first weekend after school got
out for the summer.

She gave a huge sigh and frown.

"Hi, Amy. Why so sad?"

"First the boys laughed at me, and then when I asked my parents,
they laughed too!"

"Oh, dear! That sounds terrible. Tell me what's the matter."

I could see hope flicker on Amy's face, but it faded quickly.
"You'll just laugh at me too!"

"No, Amy, I promise that no matter what you say, I won't laugh."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! No matter what you say, I promise to take you seriously."

Amy was my favorite niece, and I guess I was her favorite uncle.
We only saw each other a couple times a year, but we had a
rapport.

When you only see a child a couple times a year, you really
notice the changes each time. I'd watched Amy grow from a crying
bundle into a curious toddler, an energetic preschooler, and a 
happy-go-lucky young girl. I'd watched her get uncertain and shy
as she got to middle school and watched her embarrassment with
her growing and changing body. She had just turned 14, and was
finally fully developed. Her lithe, athletic 5'4" body was topped
by a head with shoulder-length light brown hair, gray eyes and a
pretty smile.

"You sure you won't laugh?"

"Completely sure."

"OK." She sighed. "It started when I was going through the park,
and there were a couple of little boys, like fourth grade maybe,
and though their backs were to me, I could just see them peeing
-- streams shooting way out, like this..." She demonstrated the
arc of pee. "They were like 50 yards away, and I couldn't help
stopping to look. And then the terrible thing was -- oh, God,
this was so embarrassing -- Jacob and Bill saw me looking!"

"Who are Jacob and Bill?"

"They're juniors in my high school, best friends, and Jacob lives
right next door." Her head jerked to show which side.

I knew Amy was just a freshman, and understood the status
difference that implied.

She relayed the conversation:

"Whatcha looking at, Amy? Never seen a boy take a leak before?"
That's what Jacob said. I bet I turned red, and they laughed.

And then he goes, "You know what they were really doing?"

I shook my head 'cuz I didn't know, not really.

"Ah, c'mon, no idea?"

"Peeing?" I said, 'cuz I had to say something.

"Well, duh!" said Jacob. "They're seeing who can pee the
farthest. You wanna have a competition like that, the three of
us? See who can pee the farthest?"

And I said, "No", and they laughed again.

"I bet I could do 10 feet, easy!" said Jacob.

"10 feet? What a wimp. I could do 10 yards, no problem!" said
Bill.

"Yeah, right! What about you, Amy? How far can you pee?"

"She couldn't, she'd just dribble and wet her pants."

And then they both just laughed and walked away. I was so mad!


The boys sounded insensitive at best, and my dear niece sure
looked unhappy. I saw no reason to laugh.

"I want a penis! I want one so bad!"

Now I could see some temptation to laugh, but I didn't. She was
watching me carefully.

"Then when I told my parents that, they both laughed at me!"
Lowering her eyes, she said, "I'm just so dumb and stupid."

"No, Amy, you're nothing of the kind! You want a penis -- there's
nothing wrong with that."

"Really?" she said.

"I mean, you know most girls don't have one, so you're in the
same boat with them, but there's nothing wrong with *wanting*
one."

Amy smiled and scooted over next to me and gave me a big sideways
hug. "Thanks, Uncle Mark! I hoped you'd understand!"

I freed my arm to put it around her shoulder, and she promptly
climbed onto my lap and snuggled her right side against my chest.

Amy had been doing that since she was a little girl, and it felt
nice. But she was now a sexy young woman, and I couldn't help
noticing her that way too. Her hair smelled great. Fortunately I
kept my reaction to my thoughts without it affecting my body.

I thought. How could I help Amy get a penis? There was a long
pause.

Amy must have been thinking too. "You said *most* girls don't
have one. Does that mean some do?"

"I guess a few have little ones." There were a few people who
were kind of in the middle, right? And I'd seen some pictures of
some pretty big, penis-like clits.

"I wonder if I'd know for sure. I've hardly ever really seen a
penis anyway."

"Have your mommy and daddy looked to see if you have one?"

"No!"

"Have you asked them to look?"

"No... That would be SO embarrassing. They already laughed at
me."

Amy's back was warm under my arm, and her side and cheek warm
against my chest. Her hair smelled great. What I said next made
me nervous.

"I've got an idea, Amy. Why don't we go to your room and you can
show me. Maybe you've got one, like a little one, and just don't
know it."

She looked up at me with surprise. "I'm not supposed to show
anyone my private parts!"

"That's good you know to keep your privates private, but I'm not
just anyone. I'm family! I'd be happy -- I mean willing -- to
look." After a pause, I added, "Of course, only if you want me
to."

I couldn't tell quite what mix of emotions was going through
Amy's head as she looked up at me, but she suddenly said, "OK!"
and bounced off my lap. I followed her.

"But Uncle Mark, you have to promise not to tell anyone! OK!"

"Of course, it'll just be our secret."

"You promise!"

"Yes! I didn't laugh at you, right?"

"Yeah," she said, giving me a trusting smile.

She locked the door behind us once we were in her room.

"Oops!" she said, spying some underwear on the floor. "Don't
look, OK?"

I pretended to shut my eyes until she'd thrown the underwear in
the closet. She smoothed down the blankets on her unmade bed.

"OK, you want to show me?" I asked.

She didn't hesitate, but in one motion pulled her jeans and
panties down to her knees. "See? No penis!"

Indeed, there was no penis showing. There was a modest tuft of
light brown hair, but naturally everything else was hidden the
way she was standing.

"Well, if there is one it's not very big, that's true. But it's
hard to see this way. Why don't you take those off all the way
and sit on the bed... Good. And now, spread your legs a little so
I can get a better look...  Yeah, it's pretty small if it's there
at all." Her labia had opened just a little.

"See!"

"You want to see a comparison? I could show you mine."

"Oh!" she said, startled, then continued with, "Yeah, that would
be nice."

Without fanfare, I pulled off my own shorts and briefs and sat
beside her. My penis was pretty small, almost all shriveled into
my body. It was a bit chilly in the house for shorts, and my
penis had reacted accordingly. Not much more than the tip was
showing.

"Huh, it's not so big, I guess," she said. "Fat, but pretty
short."

I didn't mind her evaluation in the least. As everyone with
experience knows, it isn't the length in this condition that
mattered.

"I have an idea. Have you heard of the power of mind over
matter?"

"Um, sort of, maybe."

"Sometimes, if you concentrate really hard on something, you can
make it happen by just thinking about it. So what if we sit here
side by side on the bed..." I shuffled over so the outside of my
bare right thigh was firmly against the outside of her left, and
took her hand in mine.

"Now let's both close our eyes, and think really hard about you
growing a nice, big penis," I said.

"OK!" she said.

So we sat. I was very aware of my niece sitting right beside me,
naked from the waist down. I could feel her warm thigh pressing
into mine, feel her soft hand in mine. I could just barely hear
her breathing and detect a faint, delicious odor -- whether from
her body or her girl's room, I wasn't sure, but it smelled great.
I thought about Amy growing a penis -- which meant starting with
visualizing her girl parts the way they were.

After a minute, I said, "OK, let's see what happened."

"Hey!" she said. "It's huge! What happened?"

She was referring to my penis, of course, not hers.

She spread her own labia but naturally saw no evidence of penis
growth there. I was intrigued to see a little moisture and darker
color.

"That's no good! Now I feel even worse. You have a big, long
penis and I don't have one at all! It's not fair!"

She keeled over to her right and pounded her fist on the pillow a
couple times before laying her head down and sniffling. "It's not
fair! It's not fair!"

"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry," I said, patting her shoulder. "Let me
think." After a moment, I said, "Well, maybe you've got one but
it's just hiding. Can I take a closer look?"

"Well, OK," she said, sitting back up.

I knelt on the floor in front of her. "Spread your legs a little
wider... Good girl."

I studied the perfect skin of her inner thighs, her little tuft
of pubic hair, and the feminine lips below it. I took one of her
lips with the fingers of each hand and gently pulled it to the
side so her tissues peeled back. There was a clitoris there
somewhere, of course, but it didn't show.  "Hmmm," I said, "I
guess you're right, there's no sign of a penis anywhere."

"I knew it!" she said.

"But... it's really very beautiful just the way it is, you know."

"Really?" she said, blushing a little, but she wouldn't be
distracted. "But it's a penis I want!"

I sat back up next to her. My own penis was fully engorged. "Let
me think a little more," I said, pondering.

After several seconds, she said softly,  "Can I touch yours?
Since I don't have one of my own?"

"Oh, sure, if you really want," I said nonchalantly.

Her hand slowly and reverently caressed me.

"It's so smooth and warm," she said.

"Yes, I guess it is," I said, as she enclosed the shaft in her
warm hand.

"I've got an idea!" I said after a moment.

"What?"

"Maybe we can make you one."

"Really?"

"Or buy one. I think they sell artificial penises."

"Huh..."

"Let's measure... First, let's find out where it starts," I said.
"Like this." I took Amy's finger and poked it firmly against my
body right at the upper side of my penis base. It hit bone.
"Let's see where it would start on you."

I gently pressed my finger at a similar location on her body, and
didn't feel any bone. Spreading her lips again with index and
ring fingers, I gently probed with my middle finger. The flesh
pressed inward but didn't give.

"Ouch," she said, and I withdrew immediately.

"We need to find where we'd have something hard to fasten it to.
You want to do the exploring?"

"OK," she said, pressing against her own soft flesh. The tip of
her finger slid inside. "What?" she said with shock. "There's a
hole there!"

"Oh, dear!" I said. "A hole! That's not what we were looking for
at all. We were looking for something that stuck out, and we have
a hole instead?"

"Oh, this is getting worse all the time!" she said, anguish
written on her face. "Not only don't I have a penis -- I have
like a negative penis!" She took her head in her hands and
started sobbing.

"There, there..." I said, patting her shoulder. A sexy niece can
muddle a guy's thinking, and after a moment I added, "But that
could be good in a way. Maybe we could get you a penis by
anchoring it in that hole somehow."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. Kind of like a pegboard. To get a peg to stick out,
you put one end in the hole in the board."

"Oh, I see."

"So, how deep is the hole?"

She pressed and winced. "I don't know, my finger doesn't go in so
well."

"Well, maybe if you just put it there and gently go in and out
just as far as it goes comfortably, it will change."

"OK," she said. "Like this?" The tip of her middle finger was
slowly sliding in and out. After a minute, I could see a dreamy
smile on her face.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No," she said. "No, not at all."

"You want to try getting it in a little farther?"

"OK." She pressed in more.

"Ouch!" she said. "Something tore!"

"Oh, dear!"

"It stings."

I put my arm around her shoulder and patted. "There, there..."

She sighed.

I said tentatively, "Well, you know, when you were a little girl
and got a boo-boo somewhere, I know your mommy, um, kissed it and
made it better."

She turned and looked at me, startled. "Ewwww!" she said, though
was that a little twinkle in her eye?

"It feels a little better now," she said, and resumed her
exploration. She got her middle finger in up to her second
knuckle, and then began sliding slowly in, then out, then in
again, back and forth.

"Hey!" she said, after a minute, pulling out her finger. "I wet
myself!" Her finger was kind of juicy.

"Oh, dear," I said. "But not pee, right?"

"No, not pee, but it's still wet! My body is gross!" she said,
withdrawing and flopping back on the pillow and pounding her
fist.

"There, there," I said. "But hey, look on the bright side. Maybe
it's that wet that helped you get your finger in a little more."

"Oh," she said, sitting back up. "Oh, maybe you're right." She
poked into herself again, and as her finger came back out, juices
came with it, soon making her inner lips slick. She mostly moved
her finger in and out slowly to the depth she'd already gotten
it, but now and then she'd push harder and I'd see more of her
finger go in. Finally she scooted away from me on the bed to get
her legs spread even wider, and mashed her hand against her
privates, probing as deep as she could with her middle digit,
then pulling it out a little. She kept doing that for a minute,
her eyes glazed with a faint smile on her lips.

"So, does it hurt?" I asked finally.

"No! No, not *at all*!" she said, looking at me briefly before
lowering her eyes, blushing. "But I can't feel the end. Do you
suppose it goes like all the way up to my throat or something?
Ewww!"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure."

"Hey, look, you did some wet too," she said, noticing the blob of
pre-cum on my penis tip.

"Oh dear, I guess you're right," I said.

"But it's not pee, is it," she said.

"Nope, it's not."

"Can I... can I... never mind."

"You want to feel it?"

"Yeah. You wouldn't mind?"

"No, not at all."

My fully engorged member twitched when she touched the end.

"Oh!" she said.

"Don't worry, it does that sometimes."

She looked at the dab of precum she had on her finger, eying and
sniffing it.

"I've got an idea," I said. "My finger's longer than yours. Maybe
I could feel the deep end of your hole to get a good
measurement?"

"OK," she said brightly.

"Why don't you lie back in the center of the bed so I can get a
better angle."

"OK," she said, getting my meaning at once, and was shortly lying
with her head on her pillow, legs spread wide.

"Let me know if it hurts at all," I said, then leaned over her
and slid my finger into her slowly. She was slick and hot, and my
finger oozed in sensually. Further and further in it went.

"That's further than I got mine!" she said at last.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

I slid back and forth in the same rhythm she'd been using, and
she smiled.

"Not at all!"

I took to exploring a little deeper with my finger each time.
Finally my hand too was mashed against her outer parts and the
tip of my finger hadn't reached the end of the hole.

"Still haven't found the end?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. "Maybe I should think some more," I said, slowly
withdrawing my finger.

She grabbed it. "You could keep exploring while you think," she
said with a significant smile. "Maybe it will manage to get in a
little farther."

We stayed in that position for many minutes, me slowly sliding my
digit in and out of her slick hole. Mostly she looked at my hand,
but now and then she glanced up at me before quickly averting her
gaze.

She lifted her right hand to her shirt over her right breast,
felt, and said, "Huh."

"What?"

"Something's sticking out up there. You don't suppose I have a
penis up there? That would be weird."

"Yeah, I guess so. You want me to take a look?"

"OK," she said, sitting up to take off her shirt.

I thrilled at the different pressures this caused inside her
hole, and did my best to keep going in and out at the same slow
pace.

Then she stopped with her hand behind her back on her bra clasp.
"You promise not to laugh at my boobies?" she said, looking at me
in what I might have thought was a slightly seductive manner if I
didn't know better.

"Of course not," I said.

"OK!" she said, and instantly removed her bra. "See, they stick
out!"

Her breasts were fairly small, but perfect to my eyes. Indeed,
her nipples did stick out more than I would have expected for a
girl that age. "Yeah, they do. Do you suppose you can pee out of
them?" I asked.

She looked at me and suppressed a giggle. "Let me try."

"Wait! Not here! You'll make a mess in your bedroom."

She paused just a moment. "Oh, that's OK, I'll clean it up if
that happens," she said, grinning.

She concentrated a moment. I felt a slight squeeze in the
mysterious hole my finger was sliding in and out of. But no pee
came out of her nipples.

"What about your nipples. Can we do a comparison?" she asked.

"OK," I said, and started to withdraw my finger.

"Oh, but don't stop exploring!" she said, grabbing my hand once
more and shoving it harder against her outer squishy girl parts
than I'd ever done. "I'll do it."

She sat up, causing more changes in pressure in her hole, and
making me press forward further to keep my finger from coming
out. She grabbed the sides of my T-shirt and pulled up. I raised
my free left arm, and with a giggle she managed to get the shirt
up over my head and that arm, and then bunch it around my right
elbow. She gently caressed my right nipple, making my penis
twitch again. She noticed and smiled.

"Yeah, they're definitely smaller than mine."

"Yeah, I'd say so. No doubt about it. See, we're different."

"But boys don't have stick-out-your-nipple contests I could join,
do they?"

"Nope, not that I've heard of. What about girls?"

"Nope, but we do notice how big each other's boobs are."

"Yeah, boys notice that too -- a lot."

She giggled.

I said, "So, back to measuring for that penis we're going to
order for you..."

Her face fell.

I continued, "Even though I can't feel the end, maybe we don't
need that. Maybe as long as we know it's deep enough, we'd have
enough to anchor the inside part of the penis with."

"Yeah, maybe... But what if it just keeps sliding in and in and
in, and I'd lose the thing inside, like an infinite negative
penis?"

"Oh, hmmm... I think we can get a penis with a flat part in the
middle that keeps it going in too far."

"Oh, I see... maybe. But it would be safer if we could find out
how deep it really is."

I kept sliding my finger in and out, and the seconds went by
slowly. After some thought, I said, "Well, you know, Amy, penises
aren't the only thing. It's kind of nice to have a hole, right?"

"Yeah, that's for sure!"

"It can feel nice, right?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I don't think I have a hole," I pouted. "You want to
check?"

"OK," she said, and leaned forward to reach under my testicles.
Of course she didn't find anything until she reached the
outskirts of my butt hole. "There is this..." she said.

"But that's different!" I said. "You know that. We both have one
of those."

"Yeah, you're right. But it's still a hole."

"Not one that can make me feel good like you have."

"Hmmm."

"I'd like a hole like that."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, if it can make you feel so good."

"Huh. So you're better in the penis department, and I'm better in
the hole department?"

"Yeah, it looks that way. And in the nipple department."

"Yeah. But I'd still like to get my penis."

"OK."

"And I think we should find out how deep my hole really is."

"OK."

"What do we have that's longer than your finger?"

"Hmmmm... you have a ruler?"

"Ouch!"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." My penis twitched.

"Oh!" she said, as if surprised, and pointed at it. "That's
longer."

"Oh, yeah, I guess it is! But it's a lot fatter too."

"Yeah, I see, but I think maybe it would fit. You think my finger
would fit inside my hole along with yours? That would be wider."

She shifted my hand to the side so the top of her hand was
against the top of mine and slid in, our middle fingers nail-side
towards each other.

"See, it fits!" she said, and began sliding in and out a little
faster. I matched her rhythm with my finger. Her eyes closed, her
face slack with pleasure. "Let's see if your penis fits the wide
way, and then if that works you can try to find out how deep the
hole really is."

She removed her finger, and I started to withdraw mine, but she
grabbed it once more. "No, yours stays in!"

"Um, OK," I said, and paused briefly. But I then started to
maneuver around to mounting position, while keeping the finger in
the hot, slick hole where she wanted it.

"Oh, yeah, hmmm, we'll have to get really close together," she
said. "You think you can manage it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"You don't mind being that close to me?"

"No, not at all!" I said as I began to lower myself onto her, my
finger still slowly going in and out of her hole.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "Ready to try the new measuring
device?"

"Yes!" she said.

I started to slide my finger out.

"But don't take that out!' she said once more.

"Um, I don't think they'll both fit at once, do you? I mean,
we're not even sure the other one will fit."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so," she said with a shy smile. "But don't
take the one out until the other's ready to go in."

"OK," I said, nuzzling my penis into her feminine folds.

Finally I slid my finger out and nuzzled my fat cock tip against
her opening.

"I'm empty!" she said urgently. "In! In! In!"

I pressed with my penis, and her tissues flared open.

"Oh!" she said.

"Too much?"

"No, no... I'm just surprised. In! In! In!"

I pressed in. Her passage resisted smoothly, and her eyes stayed
wide open with surprise, but she didn't wince. I guess she'd
already broken whatever she had for a hymen earlier.

"In! In! In!" she kept urging, and I increased the pressure. My
glans slid more quickly into the hole, which parted deliciously
around me but gripped very tightly.

"Now, in and out, like your finger?" she pleaded.

"OK," I said, delighted to do that with my, um, measuring stick.
I gasped and moaned.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You're not just being a kind uncle and putting up with the pain
just for me?"

"No. It feels really nice, actually." I was trying to act
nonchalant, but the pleasure made me moan, my face going slack.

"Hey, you look kind of like I look. You think we feel kind of the
same?"

"Yeah, I bet we do."

"So my hole lets me feel good, and your penis lets you feel
good?"

"Looks like it."

"Your finger in and out didn't feel the same way to you?"

"Nope. My penis feels much, much better. Fantastic, in fact."

I pressed in a little farther with each stroke, and finally felt
something nudging against my tip when I was in the most.

"Hey, I think I found the end of your hole! Can you feel it?"

"Maybe. Can you press a little more?"

I did, and she said, "Yeah, I can feel it! So it doesn't go up
there forever! Phew!"

I pressed in again and got a firm but pleasant bump against the
end. My pubic bone was simultaneously bumping against hers.

"So, now I just take my penis out and we measure it with a ruler,
and we know how deep your hole is."

"Don't you dare!"

"What?"

"It's fun to measure like this."

"Um, yeah, but... you wanted a penis, right?"

"Yeah, but... maybe you should keep repeating the measurement.
You know, like in science class? You repeat measuring something
in case there's an error, like random or something?"

"OK, sounds good." I pumped some more, in and out, but the
measurement was just the same each time. Her hole was one
Uncle-Mark-penis length deep.

"Huh, seems pretty consistent," I said. "Is that enough?"

"No!" she said.

Our eyes locked and my face lowered towards her. I let our lips
touch. She kissed me back, and our lips slid sensuously over each
other. When I withdrew my face a little she grasped the back of
my head and pulled me back.

"That isn't strictly necessary for this measuring thing, is it?"
I panted softly.

"No, do you mind?"

"No, no... not at all," and we resumed our kiss as I kept
measuring her hole, over and over again, probing.

After a minute, she said, "You've got a hole up here, at least,"
she said. "Can I measure it?"

"OK," I said, smiling at her. Her tongue probed deep into my
mouth and wiggled around. I sucked in on it gently and her
stomach shook to show the giggle she couldn't make with her
mouth.

After I released her, I asked, "Should I probe yours too?"

She nodded and smiled, and I slid my tongue into her. She sucked,
gently at first, then really hard, making me squawk as best I
could.

"Oh, sorry," she said, with a grin, not looking sorry at all.
"But are you sure you're trying really hard when you measure me
down there? Not holding back?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm in as deep as I can go."

"If you don't get the measurement right, the penis we get might
not fit me right."

"I guess..." I said noncommittally.

Suddenly her tone shifted. "Oh, Uncle Mark, I don't want a penis
of my own -- I just want to borrow yours!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Faster!"

I grinned.

"Oh, Uncle Mark! ... Deeper! Harder!"

My niece was one very hot girl with one very tight, slick, hot
hole. And she really, really, really liked to have it measured.

I broke my kiss to stare into her eyes, and worked my hands down
behind her rear end, each one grasping a butt cheek. "I think I
can press us together better this way," I said. "So I don't
measure too shallow."

"Good!" she said urgently.

Then I lost any last pretext of scientific objectivity, I floored
my fucking apparatus, shafting my fat, long, hard cock up into
her tight, hot, slick cunt just as deep and hard as I could,
withdrawing several inches each time but plunging in again to the
hilt, faster and faster.

We were male and female, mating. Mother nature rewarded us with
immense pleasure.

"Oh, Uncle Mark! Oh, oh, oh, AAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed.

"OOOHHHHHHHH!" I roared as a mind-reeling orgasm gripped me and I
flooded her deep cunt with oceans of cum.

After the fifth shot I slackened my pace a little, and from her
relaxation I could tell her orgasm was over too.

Slowly I started to withdraw my softening member.

"Don't you dare!" she said, gripping my butt to keep me in place.
"I don't want to be empty."

"Um, OK, Amy, but... you know... eventually."

"Oh, I know, you silly!" she said, reaching up to pepper my
cheeks with kisses. "Just not quite yet, OK?"

"OK," I said, and settled down on her. Gradually I let more and
more of my weight onto her. I could hear her straining to
breathe, then heard her giggle.

"OK, you can get off, if you really want."

I instantly held my own weight up and thrust back and forth with
my flaccid cock into my lovely niece. She laughed, and the
pressure pressed the little floppy thing right out of her.

"Did I do that?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Oops, sorry."

"Amy?" I said softly, turning pink, an unpleasant thought
creeping up on me. A sexy niece can muddle your thoughts, and she
can also make you forget some things entirely.

"Yes?"

"I'm afraid I made a mess up in your hole."

"Oh?" she said with a big smile.

"I shouldn't have," I said.

"Why not?"

"Um, well, hmmm, do you know where babies come from?"

She started to shake her head, but couldn't help breaking into a
big smile. "It's OK, my period's due tomorrow."

"Whew."

After several more minutes of lying in each other's arms, she
said, "Uncle Mark?"

"Yeah, my sweet Amy?"

"Can we go away together? Get in the car right now, before my
parents get back and go? Drive across the country? Every night we
can stay in a different motel, and you can measure my hole just
as soon as we check in, and then before we go to bed you can lend
me your penis again, and then in the middle of the night, and
then in the morning. You really ought to share when you have
something the other person doesn't, right? And then we can get up
and drive again."

"Um...."

"And find somewhere out of the way to stop in the middle of the
day so you can stick it in me again, like in the back seat of the
car? "

"Um...."

"Please?" she asked, with a smile. "Forever and ever?"

"Hmmmm." I'm sure my look was not encouraging.

"Just for the summer?" she whined.

"Ummmm."

"Oh, I know I'm being silly. But would you like to, if we could?
I mean, wouldn't it be fun?"

"Yes, Amy! It would fantastic," I said, my feelings tacking with
the wind. But then I felt a gust of sadness. Just entertaining
the fantasy was hard, because it was something I would really,
really have liked to do.

"Would you marry me?" she asked.

"Yes! Would you have my babies?"

"Yes! Six of them!"

We had been facing each other on our sides, and now we both slid
onto our backs, holding hands.

"You've been a wonderful uncle. First, you didn't laugh at me.
Then you said it was OK to want a penis. Then you checked that I
didn't have one, and let me see yours. Then you showed me I had a
hole down there --"

"You knew about it, right?"

She gave me a big grin and turned away again. "And showed me how
to measure my vagina so we could fit a penis into it later. And
then helped me measure it, and showed me how good it felt to have
something going back and forth in my hole. And then lent me your
penis, since I don't have one of my own --"

"And you lent me your vagina, since I don't have one --"

"Yeah, I guess not, huh. And showed me how I'm lovable and sexy,
and took my virginity and gave me a fantastic orgasm. You're a
pretty great uncle."

"You're a wonderful niece."

We turned to face each other and she casually draped her leg over
mine.

"I love you, Uncle Mark."

"Oh, sweet Amy. I love you too."

"Not just like an uncle -- I mean, I really love you!"

"Me too, Amy. Not just like my niece."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

And then we squeezed against each other tightly.

My cock rose again, and she noticed it poking her thigh.

"You want to repeat the measurement, to make sure you got it
right?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

I didn't answer, but rolled her onto her back. Our bodies joined
smoothly and effortlessly, and our lust took us again. I watched
her beautiful young face awash in pleasure, eyes half shut. After
pounding for a good long while my responsibilities as uncle began
gnawing at me.

"Um, Amy, you should learn a few other things, OK?"

"Like what?"

"Some guys are going to want to do it from the rear, so it's good
to know if you like it or not."

"From the rear?"

"Yeah, like doggies."

"Oh, yeah," she said, giggling. "Would you like that?"

"That's not the point, Amy. The point is you ought to know about
it now that you've got the chance."

"But would you enjoy it too?"

"Well..." I said, then broke out in a guilty grin.

Amy laughed. "Can we get that way without you coming out of me?"

"Um, it can be done, but it's a lot of work, and I might pull a
muscle or something."

"OK," she said, and pulled away from me.

"Now, I like the idea, but it's not that important to me. If you
don't like it, just say so and we'll stop right away, OK?"

"OK. So here I am, a doggy." She panted, on her hands and knees.
"I want to have puppies. What do I do?" She knew enough to turn
so her rear end was pointed at me.

I sidled up behind her. "Now tilt your pelvis forward... No, the
other way."

"Oops," she said.

I paused to admire her rear end.

She looked back over her shoulder. "What do I do?"

"Just be patient, girly dog. The daddy dog will be right in."

I got in position behind her, spread her lips with my fingers and
pressed.

"Oooo! ... Woof! Woof!" she said.

I slid in more and more, but not all at once, aware that I would
get a deeper penetration this way.  I began my back and forth.

She giggled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Does it hurt?"

"No... You promise you won't laugh?"

"No promises," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, OK. This way, I really feel like I'm getting fucked."

I laughed. "Is that good or bad?"

"I'm not sure."

"Think of yourself as a beast, right? You want to reproduce, to
bear young, and this is how it's done." I started growling, and
she laughed.

I pressed in a little farther.

"Ouch!"

"Oops, sorry," I said, now knowing how deep she could tolerate.
"I guess we got the limit on the measurement that time."

"Yeah, I guess we did."

I fucked in and out of my mate with quick, shallow strokes.

"You know, this is OK, but I don't feel so much."

I worked the fingers of my right hand down to where my shaft was
pumping in and out of her, and gently fluttered them against the
part where her clitoris was hiding.

"Oh, wow! That's better!" she said, and started moaning.

After a while longer, she looked over her shoulder and said, "You
know what? This is OK because you're Uncle Mark and I know you
love me, but if I didn't feel so sure, I wouldn't want to, I
don't think."

"OK, sweetie," I said, "Now you know." I gave her butt a slap as
I pulled out.

She started to lie down, but I stopped her and lay on my back in
the center of the bed. "Here's the other way."

"Huh?"

"You get up on top of me."

"Oh," she said, and we fumbled a few times before she managed to
impale herself on my cock. She slid up and down.

"How do I know if I'm doing it right?" she asked.

"Oh, honey, experiment and see what feels best. Unless you bend
me too far out of shape, nothing you do will be wrong."

"Really?"

"Really."

She tried different things. "Even this?" she said, with her
pelvic bone plastered against mine, moving forward and back
instead of up and down.

"Even that."

She asked a few more times about different things she tried, but
finally got the message that everything was OK.

After a few minutes, just after she took up a slightly different
angle and rhythm, she stopped and said, "Oh, shit!" Immediately
her eyes snapped open and she said, "Oops!"

"It's OK, you can use all the swear words you want."

She smiled. "OK,", then tentatively, "I'm fucking you." When I
smiled, she giggled, then went back to her previous motion.

"Oh... my... God," she said, gasping. "What about you?"

"Don't mind me!" I said urgently. "I want you to go for it. I
love it any way you do it."

"OK," she said, "OK!" And then after many silent seconds of very
slow moves, she held her breath, then gasped and started gulping
for breath as she flopped down on me.

She barely noticed when I flipped her over, keeping my cock up
her pussy, and began pounding away.

After 30 seconds she opened her eyes, and with a dreamy smile
said, "Fuck me however you like best, Uncle Mark."

I believed her, and began sliding in and out slowly, feeling her
heavenly pussy gripping me gently as I surged in and out. I lay
down to brush my chest against hers, and began a slow, sweet
kiss. I found that the slower I slid in and out of my dear
niece's hole, the better it felt. When I finally reached the
point of no return, with a huge convulsion building, I pulled my
mouth away and began fucking away furiously as my brain seized
up, joined a second later by the spurting of my cum. She yelped
too, coming once more.

I eased myself down onto her, then slid over so we were facing,
side by side. She didn't object when my cock slid out.

We were silent for a few minutes.

Finally she said in a small voice, "I love you, Uncle Mark."

I paused a few seconds and repeated, "I love you, Amy," carefully
omitting the "too" that would be commonly spoken at that point.

Later I started awake, briefly surprised to find myself in my
niece Amy's arms, naked bodies intertwined. Watching her sleep in
my arms was about the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my
life, I decided, and I let myself fall back into slumber as well.

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