Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: ursismajor Title: Anna Arrives Part: Chapter 2 Summary: The 15 year old niece comes to stay Keywords: MF, mf, mmf Chapter 2 Anna Arrives August - October 1990 Jenny's brother Tom had married young (because his girlfriend was pregnant and that's what you did in those days) and had a daughter named Anna. Jenny and Tom where quite close without living in each other's pockets and, as Tom had for a long time been a single parent after his ex-wife left him with a small child and re-married in America, Jenny's contacts with Anna were frequent. As the child grew, the relationship became like that of a sister than an older aunt. When Peter came along and married Jenny, he and Tom got on really well and Anna, then about 12, described him as "my favourite uncle". Jenny on more than one occasion had teased Peter about Anna having the hots for him and although he laughed it off by the time she was 14 he was really noticing her. Unlike his sophisticated, attractive dark-haired wife, her niece was blonde and pretty. Not over-endowed with tits, he noted, but with long legs and a nice athletic figure that was becoming womanly. Jenny noticed that he was noticing - and Peter knew that she had noticed. One night after attending Anna's 15th birthday party, the couple were lying in bed with Jenny lightly caressing her husband's nearly flaccid penis when she nuzzled his ear and whispered "You'd like to get into her pants, wouldn't you?" "What? Who?", he said. "You know who", she whispered into his ear, "my darling under-age niece. You'd like to finger her. You'd like to watch her suck your cock. You'd like to find out what else, who else, has been up her, wouldn't you?" "Of course not," he began before his wife grasped his now very hard cock. "Oh, sure. So what caused this? Climate change." He too saw the funny side of it and burst out laughing as he reached between her parting thighs. "Well, you can't but I'm here so why not keep it in family and fuck me. I want you to fuck me from behind, to watch your cock sliding in and out of me - and if you want to imagine Anna, well, go right ahead. We're all family after all." And he did. He knelt behind her, watching his wet, shiny cock go in and out but just before he came he stopped watching and with a thumb deep in her bum, filled her cunt. "Now," she said when their breathing had returned to normal, "I'm going to lick you cock nice and clean while you tell me all about your perverted thoughts, you dirty old man. And you can finger me while you talk, finger me or her, wherever you mind takes you." Over the next weeks Jenny returned to her teasing love play time and again. Her husband no longer bothered to deny his interest, his cock's reaction was the truth test. Jenny explored the game but couched it in scenarios of interest to both but particularly herself - her niece in school uniform, her niece being fingered or licked around her panties, her husband jacking off onto her niece, in fact things that mirrored her own teenage years. And what of the unknowing object of desire, of so much ejaculated semen? What of Anna? Well, Anna was a lovely girl. Everybody said so. Despite being from a broken marriage and mostly raised without a mother by a caring but hard-working father whose weekday hours with her were limited by his career, she had grown into what her grandmother described as "the perfect child." Anna was, like many children from similar backgrounds, old for her years, adult in many of her attitudes. She was polite and liked by her peers and teachers, she came top or near top of her class in most subjects, she had moderate sporting abilities, she drew and sang well - yes, she was indeed "a lovely girl", "the perfect child." In the hours spent with her, particularly before her marriage, Jenny sometimes wondered at the similarities between the girl and herself at similar ages. Jenny too had been "the perfect child" in whose mouth it could be said butter would not melt. Well, butter might not melt there but by age 15 Jenny had no interest in putting butter past her lips given that she secretly so enjoyed other things in her mouth, things like cocks and cum. On more than one occasion Jenny had wondered about genetics and whether there was a gene for secret promiscuity, whether in fact Anna was as secretly naughty as she herself had been. Privately, it sometimes turned her on imagining her niece doing the things she had done as a teenager. Husband Peter sexually benefited from such occasional private musings without ever knowing what had made his wife so passionate. One Friday night in October, about six weeks after the catalytic 15th birthday of her niece, after dinner and well into their second bottle of red wine, Jenny said: "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Tom rang today to say he has to go to the US for work and he will be away for about three months. And here's the bit that will interest my perverted, lecherous, voyeuristic dirty old man of a husband. So that Anna's school year is not interrupted, Tom has asked if Anna can stay with us while he's away. I told him I'd have to check with you but that I was SURE you wouldn't object." "Well, I don't object," Peter replied, "but let me remind you that you were the one who started these fantasies and if I'm a, what did you call me, a "perverted, lecherous, voyeuristic dirty old man of a husband" then that makes you a perverted, lecherous, voyeuristic dirty thirty-something year old wife who gets off on imagining her "perverted, lecherous, voyeuristic dirty old man of a man of a husband" doing dirty and illegal things to her own niece." "Yes, delicious isn't it?" she replied. Let's go to bed and think about it some more!" "You're incorrigible," Peter said, laughing. "Yes, and you're getting hard, so let's go. I think I'll sleep in my panties tonight, not little white cotton school girl panties but, well, you've got a good imagination, haven't you?" Next morning over breakfast Jenny said: "All joking aside, you don't mind if Anna stays with us, do you? We have the spare bedroom and she's such a nice girl to have around." "No, of course I don't mind," her husband replied, "but you'll have to mind your Ps and Qs when she's about. We wouldn't want her corrupted by you and your kinky ways." "Mmmmm, I wonder...." And so it came to pass. The weekend before Tom left for America he and his daughter came to a family lunch, grandparents and all, and it was a delightful occasion. The late spring weather was perfect, the food and wine excellent and the company relaxed and chatty, Anna and Jenny particularly vivacious. Late in the afternoon the grandparents departed and Jenny, Peter, Tom and Anna settled down to a few more glasses of wine and further chatting. "Thanks again for having Anna", Tom said. "It means a lot for me to know that her schooling will not be interrupted and she is with people who care for her." "It's a pleasure," Peter said, "you know we enjoy her company." "Mmmm, I'd better be careful," Jenny teased. "I don't know about these two together. Anna has always said Peter is her FAVOURITE uncle." "Oh Jenny," Anna exclaimed. Amidst the laughter, Jenny noticed that her niece blushed at the comment and, perhaps also noting her colouring, Peter said: "Yeah, but remember I'm her ONLY uncle." Later, after Anna and her father had exchanged loving farewells, Tom left and Anna said she would go and unpack. After a time Jenny followed her into the spare bedroom that would be hers for the next months and sat on the bed, chatting while the girl hung clothes, packed draws and generally did all the necessary things for a prolonged stay. "You know Anna, we're about the same size (except in bras) so any time you want to borrow anything just let me know. Oh, don't let Peter see you wearing these," Jenny said, picking up a pair of lacy pink panties, "or none of us will be safe." "Jen, stop it," Anna laughed. "You're awful." "So I've been told," her aunt replied, "but generally followed by the phrase `but nice'. Come and see what we can rustle up with for dinner when finish here." And so the stay began. Anna's school was actually closer to her new temporary home than to her real one and life settled into an easy rhythm. Neither Peter or his wife bothered with breakfast except at weekends and they generally left the house at about the time Anna was surfacing. The trio often had time for a brief chat as the couple finished their coffee and before the pyjama-clad teenager started on the toast and jam that was her usual beginning to the day. The first Saturday of her stay, Anna had a party to go to and, without attempting to impose a curfew, it was decided that one or the other would pick her up at 1130. Peter drove her there, saying as she got into the car that she looked terrific in her short white skirt and T-shirt. She was wearing perfume and Peter recognised it as Issy, one of his wife's favourites, guessing correctly that she had "borrowed" some from their bedroom. At 11, Peter was dozing on the sofa, a book opened on his chest so his wife, unusually wide awake at that time, took pity on him. "Darling," she said, gently shaking him, "go to bed. I'll go and pick up Anna." "No, no, it's alright", he mumbled. "I'll do it." But he didn't and as he lapsed back into sleep Jenny picked up the keys and left. At 1130, prompt and reliable as usual, her niece emerged from the party, quite a subdued affair Jenny thought, judging by the lack of noise, and got into the car. She kissed her aunt on the cheek, Jenny noting the whiff of alcohol on her breath. The girl looked a little less perfect than when she left (little lipstick remaining and her clothes a bit more rumpled than when she had arrived) but nothing more than was to be expected of a teenager who had been partying for over four hours. "Have you had much to drink?", Jenny asked. "Oh, a few glasses of stuff, I don't know what it was. Sort of a punch, but not much," was the reply. Alcohol was never an issue in the family and Anna drank wine with meals at home so her aunt made no further mention of it. "Many there?", she asked. "No, just school friends. Five other girls from school and four or five boys - one left early." Jenny knew that the party was in a self-contained annex to the house so although adults were about they probably had left the young people pretty much alone. "Anyone you specially like there?", Jenny asked. "Not really. Well, one, sort of, but he's sort of attached to Meg. He's nice." Jenny opened her mouth to say that a boys "attachment" to a friend had never been an impediment in her 14th or 15th year and how she had generally managed to get groped by all the boys at parties she had gone to but said nothing. She was after all a responsible adult and didn't want to have to explain her own teenage experiences. When they arrived home they found Peter sound asleep where Jen had left him, book still in place. "Angelic, isn't he?" his wife said. "It's about the only time he is though." Anna laughed. "Good night, my favourite naughty but nice auntie. I'm off to bed." "Good night my ONLY but favourite niece. See you in the morning. Come on, Sleeping Beauty," she said, shaking her husband, "it's way past little boy's bed time." A little later Jenny sat on the toilet, naked, her usual sleeping garb, musing. As her urine hit the porcelain of the bowl she found herself wondering what it would be like to pee on someone - or to be peed on. She made a mental note to ask her husband. "I'll bet HE'S done it," she said to herself. Peter woke early next morning, early for a Sunday and after a visit to the loo, crept back into bed. He cuddled into his wife's back and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. "Mmmmm," his wife murmured sleepily, "thas nice." A few minutes later, her nipple now hard and the rest of her much more awake, Jenny felt her husband's hard cock nudging the small of her back. She rolled to face him, seeking his mouth with her own, feeling his hand caress her bottom and a finger start burrowing, looking for her wetness. "I liked what you were doing to me earlier," she said, breaking the wet, saliva exchanging kiss. "You haven't paid much attention to my boobs for ages. Do it. With your mouth. Would you like Mummy to feed you?" She organised herself sittin with pillows behind her with her husband's head on her lap. "Feed me," he said. Jenny lent forward so her breast was within reach of his mouth and took it in her hand, squeezing it into a cone, the way she knew he liked it when he suckled her. As he worked on her breast with gentle, persistent sucking and occasional whisks of his tongue, she caressed his face and said: "God, I love you." "Mmmmm toooo", appeared to be what he was trying to say through his busy and well-filled mouth. Jenny felt her already moist cunt become wetter still as her excitement and pleasure grew. "Did you notice last night that Anna wore a skirt to the party. I thought jeans were de rigueur these days. I always wore a skirt to parties at her age but that was for practical reasons. We all did so we were easily `got at' by the boys. I wonder did she have anything in her last night. Do you think she got herself fingered; or licked; of fucked?" Peter squirmed, sucking harder on the tit in his mouth. She looked down at his rigid cock. "Oh, now I've got you all upset, " she said. "Keep sucking and I'll look after you soon. Did I ever tell you about the first time I watched someone get fucked? Well, I was about Anna's age, about 15 and a half, and there was one girl who didn't often come to our parties and when she did she never let anyone touch her except her boyfriend. We normally didn't fuck, just let the boys finger us, but I always liked to make at least one of them cum, generally on me but I'd never been able to get close enough to this little shit's boyfriend and it was something of a challenge. Alcohol was generally a no-no but on this occasion we set her up and the boys fed her spiked drinks. I kept her boyfriend busy on the veranda - and yes, he really wanted to get into me and he had such lovely LONG fingers - until one of the other girls called us in and there this bitch was, on the couch, not out to it but not protesting, blouse open, skirt hoicked up, panties missing while my boyfriend gave her a gyno examination with a couple of digits and another guy rubbed his dick on her tits. Well, while her boyfriend fingered me, my boyfriend got on top of her and fucked her and when he was finished another boy, and then ..... Oh, God that's nice. Now my cunt. Quickly. Lick me. Lick out all the juices! Oh God!"