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 Happy Christmas Uncle

   Sven the Elder

   Business took me to town where my sister lived.  Then the dilemma kicks
in.  The business meeting's dragged and it's become obvious that we were
never going to manage to cram everything in over the working lunch on
Friday.  None of the others want to stay late on what was after all poets
day.  Poets day?  Ah come on - you've all heard of Poets day?  Piss Off
Early Tomorrow's Saturday!

   Yeah well that's just fine and dandy for those who live and work
locally. For folks like me who live almost three hundred miles away it
means there is no way we're going to make it worth our while driving home
and back again, especially in Winter.  Cheaper to stay locally and pick up
the threads fresh again on Monday morning.

   Which brings me back to the dilemma.  To stay with little sis or not
just the week before Christmas.  Now please don't get me wrong - I'm very
fond of my little sister, trouble is she's some ten years younger than I am
- doesn't seem a lot, but I left home when she was eight so we never really
got to know each other as adults - I just occasionally get the impression
that her view of me is in the 'boring old fart' category.  Still I'm always
made welcome even if I am reluctant to inflict myself on them.  In the end
this time my mind was made up for me.  There was some sort of local
pre-Christmas arts festival that weekend, which was why my colleagues
wanted to get away, and also why all the local hotels in my expense account
budget range were booked out.  So I swung by her house.

   I suppose I should have rung first.  No I didn't catch them in a
compromising position or anything like that, but I was left with the
distinct impression that I wasn't quite as welcome as I might have been. 
In the end of course I stayed.  With one daughter now living with her
partner, the other had finished her university degree and was now living
and working from home.  Even still there was more than enough room to put
me up.  I would however be left pretty much to my own devices - that was
made pretty clear.  Sis and her Chamber of Commerce-hubby were very
involved in the hierarchy of the festival - daughter made a face behind
their backs at this point, and grinned at me - so they would be out late
and away early on each of the days over the weekend.

   Cue niece!

   Shauna and I had always been quite close as she was fond of and got on
well with both my sons and also my wife and I.  She'd stayed with us when
she was younger and unlike her rather spoilt, precocious and moody older
sister had grown up into a well adjusted, quite normal young adult.  One
could almost say in spite of the best endeavours of my sister and her
husband, but then isn't that normal in a lot of families.

   A few minutes later as Sister - Charlotte, and Husband - Jack, bustled
out on their way to their important social gatherings, Shauna and I waved
them off.

   "So Shauna, if Uncle is paying and I am, where can we go have a quiet
bite to eat?"

   She laughed, put on a baby voice and said "Well, Uncle Sven..."

   She got no further as I swatted her ass, then held her shoulders and
stated very firmly - "If you call me Uncle again, just once more this
evening, I'll smack your behind and all bets are off!" The twinkle in her
eye made me realise that perhaps the threat wasn't such a hell of a good
idea suddenly, but I kept my grip on her shoulders nevertheless.

   She giggled a bit more and relaxing in my grip laid her head on my chest
and said "Okay, Sven, I'll be good.  Now if you let me go I'll take you up
to your room, we can freshen up, then if we head off out, I know a pub
about ten miles away where we can grab a bite to eat without having to
book."

   "Sounds good," I said, kissed her on her forehead - which made her
blush, Shauna blushes easily, then letting her go I grabbed my overnight
bag and computer and followed her upstairs.  As I did so I noted that
'little' Shauna had indeed grown up into an attractive woman, her tight
little ass was mesmerisingly cute.  I shook my head and cleared those sort
of thoughts well out of my head - this was my twenty four year old niece, I
was in my fifties and this was my sister's house.  She'd have both my nuts
on a platter if she knew what I'd just been thinking!

   Shauna dug me out a shower towel and showed me the layout of the guest
suite.  "Damn sight nicer than the local Holiday Inn," I said, "Now I'll
shower and freshen up and be with you in half an hour."

   She looked me straight in the eye and answered "Back scrub, sir?" I
grinned back, made a joke about hot and cold running chamber maids, patted
her butt as she scooted past which made her giggle again and as I shut the
door behind her the thought of being entertained by her company over the
weekend made it all seem a bit easier than had I had the full attention of
Charlotte and Jack.

   o - 0 - o

   About forty minutes later Shauna was navigating us across country, the
lovely winding roads that both I and my classic Porsche love.  Great
lights, fun road, a good car and a pretty blonde beside me - this looked
like being a good evening spent in pleasant company.

   After some twenty minutes or so we pulled off into the archetypal
example of an out of the way, olde worlde English Country Pub -The Old
Mill. As the festival was on it was almost empty and the restaurant manager
seated us in a secluded alcove with a window view of the millstream, wheel
and lade picked out tastefully in subdued, hidden lighting.  His comment of
"that'll allow you and your daughter some peace and quiet," must have made
him wonder as I looked blank and Shauna seeing my face went red and
giggled. I suspect that when it dawned on me I also blushed as he winked at
me in a knowing way as he went off with our drinks order.

   As he disappeared Shauna laughed and said, "Well, sugar daddy?" I knew
by her expression that I must have blushed even more.

   When the drinks appeared I raised mine in a toast - "Sod 'em all, we're
still going to enjoy ourselves..." but was totally unprepared for what
happened next, as I raised my glass and took a sip, Shauna ran her toes
along the top of my leg and was duly rewarded by her Uncle blowing a
mouthful of beer everywhere to more than one disapproving look from what
few other guests there were.  As I struggled for breath I finally managed
to gather myself enough to ask her not to do 'that' before we got thrown
out.  Looking contrite she promised to behave herself, however difficult it
was.  Even still more than once she played footsie with me during the rest
of the sojourn, but that I felt I could cope with even if it was a
distraction.

   The rest of our dinner passed quickly with what to most would have been
a very 'geeky' evening, but which in fact was most interesting.  I'm in the
computer business and her degree is as well, so time flew as we discussed
the more up to date trends of mutual interest.  I paid the cheque as she
went to the powder room and it was only half way to the car that I realised
that as we were walking out the door she had slipped her arm though mine.
It seemed quite natural at the time.  I held open her door for her as she
slipped into her seat and was rewarded with not only a delectable view of
the top of her legs, far enough to have the hint in the light from the
floodlights that any panties that might once have been worn were not there
now.  As she saw where my gaze had been, I'm sure she was again gratified
with the sight of me blushing yet again, it certainly seemed to be her sole
aim.  As I walked round to the driver's side I pondered over the way she
was displaying herself as if I was her 'date' - I also contemplated that I
was being teased to the point of distraction, in fact to the point that had
I been her 'date' I knew I'd have been in for a home run.

   On the way home I asked about the whereabouts of the guy I'd seen on my
last visit.  The one that as I put it 'she seemed to be an item with.' It
transpired Jack had managed to frighten him off.  Seemed it happened a lot.
When I commented on it she just shrugged her shoulders.  "Uncle, I'm not a
slut, although I did sleep with them, but I didn't like any of them enough
to stand up to Dad over it.  It's still useful to be able to live at home
just at them moment.  I've got a lot of debt to clear before I can think of
a place of my own." I dropped the conversation at that point as the traffic
got heavier coming back into town.  As we were approaching their house I
realised, at about the same time as Shauna, that we were following
Charlotte and Jack home.  It was confirmed as we turned into the driveway
of the house behind them.  Though I didn't think much of it at the time
Shauna muttered 'Bugger!' half under her breath.

   Once we were inside Charlotte and Jack made polite conversation over a
night-cap, Shauna excused herself and ostensibly went off to bed, and as
'they had a long day tomorrow' Jack and Charlotte soon followed.  As it had
been a busy day I saw no reason not to follow suit so decided to go to bed
myself.

   Lying in bed in the darkness in that half sleeping half waking state, I
was thinking of the evening and Shauna and realised I was more than a
little erect and groaned inwardly contemplating my current celibacy now
that Jane and I were divorced.  I wondered what might have happened if my
sister and brother-in-law hadn't arrived at the same time.  Then shook my
head in disbelief at my thoughts - not only was she younger than both my
sons, she was also my niece.  Whatever I felt like it was still incest and
heavily taboo.

   Half asleep as I was I must have missed the soft click as the door
opened.  However I didn't miss the weight of someone sliding into bed with
me though.  Nor the hand on my mouth or the hoarse whisper of "Shh!" as a
naked body snuggled up to me.  She twisted in my arms and spooned against
me, pulling my hands round her as that 'tight little ass' ground its
delectable way against my aching hardness.  Shauna reached down and eased
my length between her legs then steered my hands into holding her beautiful
breasts, breathtakingly soft, nipples hard as little pebbles in the palms
of my hands.

   Even if I had wanted to I could not have stopped now.  She wriggled a
little and steered the tip of me into her opening.  "Fuck me, don't make
love - just fuck me hard, now!" As she said that last word she wriggled
again and then pushed sharply back and down sliding the whole length of me
deep inside her wet and ready cleft.  She was if anything more worked up
than I was, because less than a minute since getting into bed with me she
was, after little more than three or four shuddering strokes, hitting a
high that brought me with her in a gasping but silent, screaming come,
arching as deep as I could up into her.

   Our breaths came in gasps as we tried to be as quiet as possible. 
Finally I managed to ask "Sweet Jesus Shauna, what if Jack and Charlotte
hear us?"

   "They won't - listen," was her answer.

   Through the closed door I could hear the subdued but distinct sound of
lovemaking.  "Friday night is fucking night," Shauna continued, "has been
for a long time - anyway they're probably pissed, usually are.  They won't
be out of there or bothering us before morning, then they'll be off to
their precious bloody festival again.  Now come on, screw me again."

   "Hang on," I said, "Don't you want me to wear some sort of protection?
In any case I need some refractory time - I'll be bloody lucky if anything
happens again tonight, let alone in ten minutes!  I'm not sixteen years
old, you know!"

   Shauna snuggled under my armpit - "In the first count even if you hadn't
had the snip - and I know you have had, I've heard mother arguing with Dad
as to why he won't have it done and your name always crops up.  In any case
I know you won't have any STDs and I like messy sex."

   She was lying on top of me now and I felt her drip on me again as if to
reinforce what she was saying.

   Then it was, "eat me." No 'Please' or 'Thank you' before she was moving
up to sit her sweet lips on my face.  A moment's hesitation on both our
parts and then she was sat firmly on my mouth.  Tentatively I licked with
my tongue and encountered our mixed juices.  A little sharp, but not
unpleasant, was the first impression.  I licked on and was rewarded by a
much heavier trickle of sticky cum.  Whereas not my favourite it was
bearable and Shauna was rapidly approaching another climax.  Her muscles
spasming and clenching just about emptied the remainder of my juice out of
her completely.  Unable to stand any more she slid down off me, kissing and
cleaning the wetness off my face, before carrying on down to clean me off,
kissing, licking and sucking me as she did so.

   Amazingly I felt myself hardening - something I would not have believed
possible in such a short space of time.  I slid a little farther down the
bed in preparation for what I wanted to do next.  Gently I pulled her up so
she ended once again kneeling either side of my head, hands on the
headboard.  I pulled her down so that I could eat her out, this time mainly
just her own sweet nectar.  I knew the taste and wonderful aroma would make
me hard again - and it did.  Now I slipped out from underneath between her
legs, my tongue swiping round her starfish as I did so.  Then -before she
could change her mind I pulled her gently by the hips backwards towards me,
the tip of my cock seeking her sweet entrance.  She grabbed it and made
sure it went in then with me pulling she pushed back and I buried deep,
deep up inside her.  She was now kneeling with me thrusting hard into her
as she rested her face, head on one side, on the bed.  She pulled the
pillow to her to stifle the noise she realised she was beginning to make,
her other hand reaching back thumbing her self and me to bring us both off
quicker.

   She came suddenly without warning, going quite rigid, clamping down hard
on me and the added friction meant I too came though I guess it was a
pretty dry come by then.  In slow motion we lay down, still coupled. 
Totally spent I fell asleep vaguely aware that I was still half rigid,
still inside her, back spooned together one hand still clutching that
lovely breast.

   o - 0 - o

   I woke with a guilty start as I became aware of sister Charlotte
standing at the bedroom door holding a cup of coffee.  Fortunately the bed
clothes half covered me and I quickly realised Shauna, thank God, was not
there.

   "Sorry to barge in, Sven, but Jack and I are off in a moment and I
thought I'd better at least say good morning and good bye with a cup of
coffee.  Hope you'll be OK - we'll be going to the Christmas Festival Ball
tonight and as we like to have a drink and not worry we're staying
overnight at the hotel.  We won't be back until quite late on Sunday." At
this point she had come into the room and her nose wrinkled slightly at the
distinct smell of sex that I was certainly aware of.  But she obviously
didn't believe her nose and carried on, "Shauna's promised to look after
you for us.  Must dash.  See you tomorrow." and she was gone.  A couple of
minutes later the front door shut, a car door slammed and I heard them
leaving.

   The bedroom door opened and a stark naked Shauna stood there, hand on
hip and plastic reindeer antlers in her hair.  "Shauna's promised to look
after you for us.  Must dash," she said mimicking her mother a few moments
before.  Then "Morning, Uncle Sven," she walked up to the side of the bed,
put her foot up on the bed and hovered over me with a coral-pink, excited,
thinly furred cunt, hard little bud already showing as it glistened ready
for me, "Think you can manage this?"

   I growled at her, pulled her forward and buried my face between her
legs. God I love the smell and taste of a hot woman.  She must have been
diddling herself for some time.  She was so wet it was running down her
thighs, in the end I just flipped her over onto her back, put her legs on
my shoulders and slid straight in with no preliminaries.  This was just
hard, fast fucking, to hell with gentleness, lovemaking or finesse.  That
tight, sweet woman brought me off with a crying groan of pleasure - the
only thing I could think of was thank God we were alone in the house.  We
would have wakened the dead.

   "Clean me up again please, Uncle," she lisped in a little girl voice, so
I did - then lay back as she did the same for me.  We lay there nestled
together, me trying to avoid a coronary, I'm not sure she was even
breathing heavily.  Eventually she pulled me up and pushed me towards the
shower - the adult playroom she called it - which was "big enough for both
of us..." I'd love to say we then had fantastic sex in the shower but the
truth was I was burnt out and we just washed each other thoroughly and
carefully - don't get me wrong.  It was a great experience soaping and
washing down the delectable body of such a beautiful twenty-four year old
woman.

   Outside it was drizzly wet winter's day, so there was no thought of
going anywhere, in any case who the hell wanted to join the Christmas
Festival and shopping rush - not either of us!  So we just spent a quiet
morning in each other's company.  Buttoned up against the weather we walked
hand in hand to their local pub and had a pint or two and a sandwich,
surprisingly with none of her friends there to notice us or comment.

   When we got back to the house and were alone again she helped me off
with my coat before taking off her own.  Then - laying a finger in a sshing
motion across my lips took me by the hand and led me upstairs, this time to
her bedroom on the front of the house.  "If they do decide to come back
we'll get some warning," she said, "not that I care that much - might give
them both a heart-attack." She left the lights off and the curtains open -
in the gathering dusk the lights of Jack's tacky Christmas lights draped
across the front of the house gave us light enough.

   She turned and pulled off my sweater, then my T-shirt.  Kneeling down
she undid my belt and I duly kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my
pants.  She helped me off with my socks and shorts then watched as naked I
picked up my clothes and took them across the landing to my room.  "Good
thinking," was all she said as I came back and started to take her own top
off.  The sweater came off over her head to reveal no bra and a pair of
beautifully hard nubs staring at me.  God, her tits were fantastic!  I
slipped my hands down to her elastic ski-pants and slid them and her sheer
panties down her long lithe legs.  She stepped out of them and I stepped
back and sat on the edge of her bed as she did a little pirouette before
stepping across to me.  I pulled her to me, my hands on her ass cheeks -
she bent to kiss me and instead I kissed her beautiful nipples one after
the other, then together as she pushed them both together and towards my
lips.  My prick was so hard I hurt.  I pulled her towards me again, kissing
down her flat stomach using my tongue on her 'inny' navel.  Then down to
her sparse blonde hair, so pale it almost didn't exist.  She put a foot on
the bed to give me better access.  Ecstasy!  I let her push me back on the
bed and then pulled her with me so she ended up half kneeling and sitting
on my face.  Sucking her juicy quim was almost enough to make me come
spontaneously without even being touched.  She came hard and fast on my
sucking, probing mouth and tongue; a little scream on her lips as she did
so and then rolling off me as she became too sensitive.

   She lay there for a moment breathing heavily then rolled over and kissed
me, wet open mouthed, tongue and teeth clashing.  Then down to my shaft and
the blow job to beat all blow jobs.  Licking, kissing, nibbling - lovingly
taking first one ball then the other into her mouth and sucking on them -
then both together - then licking back to the tip.  Closing her mouth over
the crown she used her tongue to swirl round.  "If you keep doing that I'm
going to come," I warned - "Good" was the only response as I felt my balls
pulling up and come I did, in fountains.  She swallowed the first gush,
then opened her mouth to let me see the cum dripping back and then a second
harder spasm from me which she mainly caught in her mouth before closing
over the end again and milking me with her hand.  When I had finished she
opened her mouth again and made a show of swallowing it all.

   She snuggled up alongside me as I reached down and pulled the comforter
over us.

   o - 0 - o

   We slept right through and rather later the next morning I woke up to
find she had rolled a little way away from me so I got quietly up and
pulled some clothes on before going down stairs to make something to eat.
The smell of fresh coffee brought the lovely Shauna downstairs about ten
minutes later.  Naturally she wandered in naked, it seemed to be her normal
mode of dress just at the moment.

   "Do you dress like that when Jack and Charlotte are about?" I asked.

   "Sometimes," was the succinct reply.

   "What does Jack think?"

   "Oh, he splutters a lot."

   "Aren't you worried they might walk in?"

   "No - In any case Mother told me to try and be discreet if I seduced
you."

   As I choked over a mouthful of coffee, blowing it over the newspaper I'd
been looking at I think I probably gave her the reaction she was hoping for
over this latest revelation.

   "Oh yes," she continued, "Mother and I have few secrets and I laughingly
said I wouldn't mind getting my hands on you now your ex - Auntie Jan - was
no longer on the scene.  All she said was 'try not to let your father
know,' so yesterday morning when she'd brought you that coffee she stuck
her head round my door and told me 'for God's sake get some air freshener
in the room -it smells like a brothel!" Shauna paused, looked thoughtful
for a second, and finished up, "I thought I'd better not ask her how she
knew...  might have been pushing my luck a bit too much."

   I was staggered - all I could think of was how the hell I was going to
look her in the eyes next time we met!  I said so.

   Shauna just laughed, "She's much more laid back than you think, you
know, she actually went as far as to hint that given the opportunity she
would have had a pop at you herself."

   I was speechless, my supposedly staid sister wanted to jump into bed
with me.  I mean as a woman she was quite attractive but for heaven's sake
- my *sister*....

   Shauna continued "if you're thinking taboo, incest, what the hell do you
call fucking me for the last twenty four hours or so?"

   I was still dumbfounded, but thought 'yeah' - the girl has a point
there.

   Shauna came and sat on my lap.  "Ma can be way out at times, especially
away from Dad.  He tends to dampen out some of her wilder ideas.  He's the
reason she dresses the way she does.  She's conservative to the point of
almost being dowdy.  Underneath the matronly look she's still got a hell of
a figure -she's very pretty you know.  It's just that you'd never know it.
Anyway you are right - we'd better get dressed - last time they did this
Mum didn't like the hotel too much and they came home for a shower and a
freshen up."

   Obediently I finished up the last of my coffee and headed up to wash and
dress.  Oh and let some fresh air into the bedroom upstairs.

   "Just make the bed, will you." Shauna called out.  "That way I won't
have to change the sheets and mum won't worry."

   As the weather was again raining with a thin north wind, we didn't go
anywhere, but just read the Sunday papers and chilled out over more coffee.
It really was very civilised.  Charlotte and Jack didn't return until mid
afternoon, by then a watery sunshine had appeared and as they appeared to
be in a grumpy mood we elected to go for a walk to get some fresh air and
let them get over whatever was bugging them.  When we got back an hour
later for a fairly basic dinner, Jack announced he had 'one of his
migraines - was taking some tablets - and going to bed.' As he disappeared
Charlotte rolled her eyes and muttered something I didn't catch but which
made Shauna stifle a giggle with a cough.  Charlotte - now Jack wasn't here
I called her by her kid sister name Charlie - loosened up a bit. 
Thankfully she elected not to allude to what ever she thought Shauna and I
might have been up to.  I'm not at all sure I could have coped with that.
However liberated they might have been the thought of it all with Charlie's
blessing still left me uncomfortable.  Stupid really.  I hadn't let it
worry while I was attempting to screw the ass off Shauna the previous
night!

   I decided to have an early night, a decision that appeared to please the
other two as well.  So I left them to what ever they needed to do and went
to bed.  Rather looking forward to a quieter night and some sleep actually.
I'm not used to the sort of marathon sex of the past thirty six hours and I
really did have a busy day ahead of me on the morrow.

   Well perhaps you've worked out what happened later, I must be stupid
because I really didn't see it coming.  I was woken at some ungodly hour by
what I thought was Shauna returning for another bit of fun.  I actually
said "Jesus, Shauna, haven't you had enough!"

   I was mortified when Charlie as she snuggled a rather nice pair of tits
into my back said quietly "Was she good?  She said you were and I should
take the chance when I could.  In the end I was lying there thinking maybe
she was right - I might never get the chance - so I decided I would see if
my big brother was as good as I hoped he might be." Without giving me a
chance to say anything, and in any case I was too shaken to say much, she
continued, "You know something, I've waited almost forty years for this.  I
spied on you when you were having a shower way back then and I've always
remembered the sight of your hard prick." She put her hand on me, wrapped
it round the hardness her presence had produced.  "Seems I'm not
disappointed."

   At that point she ducked under the duvet and wrapped her lips round the
crown - God, I'd thought her daughter was good.  All I can say is that
maybe she was taught by her mother who was incredible.  Then she slid up
me, gave me a slobbery kiss, climbed astride me, reached down and tucked me
into her entrance.  As she slid me into that wonderful cavity the
inevitable comparison with Shauna took place in my head.  Not as tight,
sure.  But just as fantastic in her own right - she knew how to use her
muscles in a way Shauna had yet to learn.  without moving she was milking
me to the point where I was close - too close.  I couldn't wait -sister or
not was of little consequence now - this was a hot woman I was deep inside
and we were both close to coming.  I rolled her on her back, she wrapped
her legs round my waist and in a short couple of minutes we both came hard,
wet and quite noisily - I never did have much staying power!  Jesus - I
hoped Jack was out for the count.

   I slipped out of Charlie's now juicy cunt as I quickly softened.  She
kissed me, then grinning in the dimness said "Worth the wait.  Not tonight
but next time, brother of mine, I want that to be slower, longer and with
more build up." And she slipped out of bed and away in the darkness.  I lay
awake, almost unable to believe it had happened so fast had it been.

   o - 0 - o

   Movement and the noise of people moving woke me the next morning.  Jack
left early for work, so at least I didn't have to face him.  I got into the
big shower - the adult playroom Shauna had called it just yesterday
morning. I stood soaking under the jet, luxuriating in the warmth and then
turning it cold to wake me up fully.  I turned round and reached for the
towel to find Shauna holding it for me.  "Allow me," was all she said
before drying my chest, then turning me round to dry my back.  Then she
knelt down in front of me to pay attention to my 'important little bits'.
God!  Even fully dressed she was sexy and I started to grow in response to
her touches.  Before long I was as hard as a rock.  At that point she gave
up the pretence and took me in her mouth in a final blow job.  Final in
more ways than one.  After the last couple of days I was surprised I was
even able to get hard let alone respond.  She didn't take long to finish me
off, though I nearly fell over as I came.  No surprise then to hear a light
ripple of applause from Charlie who was stood leaning up against the
doorway.  "Very good dears, now breakfast is ready - you'll need to hurry
up a little bit, Uncle Sven - otherwise you'll both be late for work."

   How can you sit down to breakfast, apparently quite normally, after a
weekend like that?  Act normally with a mother and daughter who both know
the other has fucked the bejaysus out of you?  With a sister who fifteen
minutes before watched your niece, her daughter, end up with sperm running
down her face as the result of a final blowjob before you escaped to
reality?

   No.  I don't know either, but I, we, did.  As I walked out to the car a
few minutes later I swear I was bandy legged.  As I drove off with the
window down I heard them both call "Happy Christmas, Uncle - Hurry back!"
Try and stop me....

   Fin
   (c) Sven the Elder December 2003