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Unexpected Company
Part 8 (last)
by Eric Shon
I awoke the next morning feeling more rested, more relaxed, more
content, and happier than I can ever remember being before. I was
certain that I hadn't dreamt it all, but I was afraid to look to my side and
not see Renate there beside me. But then she stirred and moaned, and I
closed my eyes and felt a smile break out across my whole body.
I had done the deed. There was no going back now. I had intimate
sexual relations with the daughter of my sister. I had fucked my niece.
After we retreated to my bedroom I lost count of how many times. All I
knew at that moment was that I was sore just about everywhere, but it
was the sweetest ache I had ever known.
Renate stirred again and I rolled to face her. Her hair was fanned
across her closed eyes, and her sleeping lips were poised in a happy little
smile. The sheet that had covered us during the brief night -- the
morning birds were chirping loudly to announce the coming sunrise
when we both finally gave out -- was wrapped around her thighs and
mine. I looked down at her smooth breasts and their little pink nipples,
the nipples I had longed to suck since she had arrived, though it had
never been a conscious thought until they were in my mouth. My eyes
advanced to the recently shaved mound of her pussy, the pussy I had
longed to fuck since she had arrived and didn't realize until our third go
the night before when I finally realized that I didn't care that what we
were doing was wrong.
"I thought we wore that thing out!" Renate said, startling me. She
was looking at my swollen prick, stirred to erection by the view of her
body, and the review of our previous night.
"He's very dedicated," I said. "Very sore, but ready to go back into
action no matter how terrible the duty!"
She scooted closer to me and wrapped her hand gingerly around my
cock. "Until last night he didn't seem to have seen much action lately!"
She looked directly into my eyes as she spoke, moving only her thumb
along the sensitive underside of my penis.
I shuddered slightly at the sensation. "He hasn't," I confessed.
Suddenly I didn't see any reason to hide my sex life from her. She was
the best thing that had happened in it, and all others seemed to pale in
her light.
Renate laid her head on her arm, still looking directly at me. "So tell
me about your girlfriend."
And I did. I told her about Carolyn and how we had met at Waldo's.
I told her how Carolyn and I had wound up in her car where she gave
me a blow-job, and then the next weekend introduced me to her
husband. Because I didn't freak out I became like a toy to her, and
whenever her husband didn't feel like it or didn't have time for her, I
always answered the call. It had been like that nearly two years.
Then I told her how Carolyn had gone off on vacation with her
husband and kids, and how I had ideas about Stacey, the waitress at
Waldo's, whose flirtations seemed more than superfluous. Then I told
Renate how a week without the regular attention from Carolyn, and my
stifled plans for Stacey due to her own impending visit, and then the
near miss with Concita, the cleaning lady, Renate's beauty and sexiness
and her relentless teasing had wreaked havoc on my libido.
"But now," I said, "I don't have to think about any of those people
any more." Renate's hand was stroking smoothly and steadily up and
down the length of my solid cock. "I have you."
Renate's hand stopped suddenly. "Wait a minute, Al." Her warm
hand rested in mid stroke.
"What?" I asked, startled by her reaction.
"Look. This has been the greatest week of my life, and I wish we
could do this forever, but we can't. I mean, I love you to death, and
you've made me feel so incredibly good. But you ARE my uncle."
I felt the pang of guilt return. It must have shown on my face.
"No! It's not that! I wanted this!" She squeezed my penis tightly.
"And I want it to continue. It's just that...I just mean...you shouldn't
close any doors."
"Huh?" I was truly confused.
"I'm saying that this moment can't last as it is. I'm going into the
Army as soon as I finish school. That's four long years away, but once I
go in, I'll be gone. I certainly can't take you with me. And believe me, I
wish I could!
"So you should try to find someone who'll make you happy."
"But you do make me happy," I said.
"Yes, but neither of us can afford to have anyone find out what we've
been doing together. You can't look at me as your lover forever. We
can make each other happy as much as we want -- I'll come here every
weekend during school to be with you -- but you can't stop looking for
someone to share your life with, because I can't be that person. Maybe
Carolyn will leave her husband for you, or that girl from the bar might
really be the one. Maybe you'll have another shot at the bucket lady!
Whoever it is, when you do find someone, I'll be happy for you. But
until then, I'm right here." She resumed stroking my cock.
Again, this child amazed me with her reason. She hadn't gone into
this incestuous relationship without thinking it through. And she saw
immediately that it had to end at a certain point. The only point to
which I had seen was where we were going after she finished stroking
my cock.
And we arrived at that point soon enough as she locked her eyes
onto mine and rolled to her back and spread her legs. I immediately
followed and climbed on top of her. Her hands sought out my throbbing
penis and guided it into her. As I sank into her wet depths I saw the
next four years of bliss with her, and then an eternity of loneliness once
she left for the Army, as I was sure I could never find anyone who could
make me as happy as Renate could.
* * *
I was physically drained after the long night of frantic sexual activity
and the morning repeat -- evidence that I wasn't a kid any more. Renate
was, however, and she quickly bounded up and into the shower,
changed and left for some grocery shopping.
After I heard the door close behind her I dozed for what felt like a
half-hour. Then I took my sore, limp self into the bathroom for a
shower of my own. As the warm water coursed over my body I looked
down to my battered penis, shriveled and glowing pink from all the
action of the previous hours. I know it sounds strange, but it looked
happy. Content. Sated.
As I toweled off I heard that soft sweet voice through the closed
hallway door. "Back already, honey?" I called out. "Just put the stuff
wherever you can. I'll sort it out later!"
She answered me, but through the door I couldn't make out what she
said. I heard cabinet doors opening and clunking shut. I finished drying
myself off and slipped into a pair of athletic shorts. I walked out into
the living room and could see her on her hands and knees, her fine rear
end protruding from a cabinet as she searched around inside. On her
head was some sort of floppy painter's cap. The tight fabric of her black
stirrup pants accentuated the curves and swells of her beautiful ass. I
sneaked up behind her, dropped to my knees and grabbed her by the
hips and ground my pelvis into the cleft of her ass cheeks. She jumped
at first, bumping her head lightly on the top of the cabinet, but then she
pushed her ass back against me and gyrated to the rhythm of my dry-
hump thrusts. With my dick hardening against her I eased back, in the
mood now for a kitchen floor fuck. She rode back with me slowly,
pulling out of the cabinet as she went. As her head cleared the frame
she reached up and took the hat off her head, and long, jet-black hair
cascaded down over her back! It wasn't Renate I was dry-humping on
the kitchen floor; it was Concita!
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed in embarrassment as I fell on my ass. I
sprang to my feet. "Oh, Concita! I'm so sorry! I thought you were
someone else!"
Concita eyed me as she stood up. The look on her face struck terror
in my heart. It wasn't fear. It looked almost like anger, but there was a
strange turn in her lips, almost like a smile. She advanced on me slowly,
and I backed away until I ran into the counter. Concita closed the gap
between us to only a few inches, still staring into my eyes.
"I'm really so, so very sorry. I -- The bucket's on the --"
She quickly reached up to my head and pulled my face down to hers,
kissing me feverishly on the mouth. She pulled away for a panting
breath. I stammered, "Wait a minute..." but she closed the gap again,
this time piercing my lips with her tongue. I could feel her firm breasts
pressing into my chest as she heaved her breath in and out. My hands
instinctively came to her waist and slid over her back. She rubbed her
belly against the protrusion at my crotch.
Concita once again pulled her lips from mine, and this time I
recognized the look of lust in her eyes. "Concita, wait a minute. We
can't do this." She answered me by grabbing my hand and pulling me
into the living room where she sat on the arm of the recliner. She
removed the white cotton top she wore, revealing once again that she
was braless. Before I could react she grabbed my hands and placed
them on her breasts. My cock twitching inside my shorts caught her eye
and she released my hands and quickly slid the shorts off of my mid-
section and dropped them down around my ankles. Her nostrils flared
and her eyes widened, and without looking back up at me she slurped
the head of my dick into her mouth!
My knees almost buckled at the sudden onslaught of wicked
sensation that her mouth sent shuddering through me. My hands slid to
her shoulders as she bent to her task. I felt my head rock back in
ecstasy as I felt her tongue basting the underside of my cock. She began
bobbing her head in rapid, short strokes, which brought my head down
to look at her. She had one hand resting on my ass and the other was
repeatedly bunching up the fabric at her crotch and releasing it, her
fingertips sliding the fabric against her pussy.
Just then the kitchen door opened. Renate had returned with the
groceries. "OH! Holy Shit!" The surprise in her voice was peppered by
a slight chuckle.
Concita stood bolt upright, abject terror on her face. She looked
first at Renate, and then at me, and she was near tears in an instant. Her
hands trembling, she reached for her shirt and began to put it on. The
embarrassment was visibly burning in her cheeks as she muttered to
herself in Spanish.
Renate ran toward us. I really didn't know what she was going to
do. Here it was only an hour or so after she told me to find someone to
make me happy, and there I was with someone, and I was obviously
quite jolly! Was she going to kill Concita? Was she going to kill me?!
"No! No! No!" She ran to Concita and placed her hands on her
shoulders. Then, to my utter amazement and to Concita's, Renate began
to speak to her in Spanish!
There were several exchanges, with Concita looking up at me from
time to time. Then Concita smiled slightly and rubbed her hand up
along my thigh. Despite my initial embarrassment and shock, my dick
hadn't lost an inch of stiffness. Renate turned to me and Concita
grasped my dick gently.
"Rennie! When did you learn...? What did you say...? How did
you...?" My mouth then began to gape open and shut like a fish.
"I studied all four years in high school, and I was an exchange
student to Spain in my junior year. I told Concita that you've been
talking about her ever since the day she left her bucket behind, and that
you told me she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." Renate
then removed her t-shirt. As my eyes fell to her tits my dick was
enveloped in warm wetness. "She told me that she was attracted to you,
too, but when you made the pass at her she was afraid to follow you
because you might think she was a slut for giving in so easily. She was
confused. That's why she ran away."
I answered with a heavy groan as Concita sucked deeply on the head
of my dick.
"She came back after thinking about you all week and deciding that it
was something she wanted."
"And what about you?" I panted.
"I promised that I wouldn't tell anybody about this if she promised to
teach me how to do what she's doing right now!" With that Renate
kissed me deeply and slid down next to Concita. Concita removed my
dick from her mouth with a slight pop and rattled off something to
Renate, who then turned her head to the side and began licking my balls.
Concita said another word or two and I felt half of my scrotum get
sucked into Renate's mouth! My knees buckled with a groan from deep
within me, causing the girls to laugh as I nearly toppled onto them.
Concita stood up and led me by my dick to the sofa. She sat me down
with my butt on the very edge, and then kneeled on the floor to one
side, and Renate kneeled on the other side. Concita grasped my dick
and offered it to Renate who tentatively reached her head forward and
licked the underside of my dick. I drew a sharp breath due more to the
excitement of having Renate providing me oral pleasure than to the oral
pleasure itself. Concita said something else and Renate opened her
mouth wide and took me in. Her mouth was much hotter than
Concita's, but I had already developed a soft spot for Concita's tongue --
or would that be a hard spot? As Renate slid her mouth down, more
and more of the shaft disappearing past her lips, Concita gently
massaged my balls, the entire time correcting and encouraging Renate in
Spanish. Then Renate reversed her motion and slowly withdrew me
from her mouth. I wasn't sure then what the Spanish word for "suck" is,
but Concita apparently said it. Halfway up the shaft Renate lit into some
suction so powerful that it caused me to raise my hips and my ass up off
of the sofa! I let out a groan that rattled the rafters.
Another command from Concita and Renate released me. But just as
quickly Concita sucked me in and began battering me with her tongue.
This caused my hips to bounce up and down counter to her rhythm.
Renate followed her cue and caressed my balls. After a few seconds of
this Concita raised off of me and commanded Renate yet again. Then
she began licking and sucking just the head of my cock while Renate
licked up and down the shaft and continued caressing my balls.
With a look from Concita they switched and Renate sucked the head
of my cock into her mouth. Concita chirped something to her and I
suddenly felt Renate's tongue begin to swipe savagely at the sensitive
ridge of skin on the underside, just at the base of the head.
Each swipe elicited a yell from me and my hips bucked, trying to get
more of my dick into her mouth. Concita slid her tongue down the
shaft, past the base and onto my balls and licked and sucked exquisitely
there.
After a full night and part of a morning of fucking, Renate had
become familiar with the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm, so she
signaled to Concita, who pulled herself and Renate off of me. She stood
up and drew me to my feet. She pointed to the sofa and ordered
something. I looked at Renate, who said, "Get on your knees on the
edge of the sofa." I did so, and the girls kneeled back down in front of
me.
Renate returned to my balls, sucking and nibbling at them while
Concita went to town on my dick. She pistoned her head back and forth
while applying strong suction. Almost immediately my hips began
bucking on their own in response to the rhythmic pleasure my cock was
receiving.
My trip to ecstasy momentarily interrupted earlier, I was now almost
home! My rhythm became erratic and spasmodic, which told both girls I
was about to come. Renate removed her mouth from my balls and
replaced it with her hand, and Concita adjusted her action to suction and
tongue lashing just on the head, and stroking the shaft with her hand.
Suddenly my stomach muscles contracted and my head flew back. My
cock pulsed in Concita's hand and I felt the first spurt of liquid pump
into her mouth. She quickly popped her mouth off of me and directed
Renate to take me in. Two spurts erupted into the air and over the girls'
shoulders before Renate got there. The heat of her mouth doubled my
orgasm and the next spurts were more powerful than the ones that had
already gone off, and Renate swallowed them hungrily. The spasms
tapered off and I had control of my hips again, and I began to hump my
cock into Renate's face, the final dribbles of semen pouring onto my
niece's hot tongue.
"AAAhhhhhh! GODDDD!" I collapsed back onto the couch as
Renate slipped my dick from her mouth. The girls looked at each other
and laughed, teacher and student proud of their accomplishment.
Suddenly Concita stood up, removed her stirrup pants and her panties,
straddled me and guided my still-hard cock into her pussy. Renate went
wide-eyed as she took in the spectacle.
From all the attention, my dick was past the point of soreness. It
was numb. Concita rode my cock for about a minute until she let out a
scream, shuddered violently, and then collapsed on my chest.
* * *
I'd like to say that we fucked the rest of the day away, but the honest
truth is that I was completely drained and exhausted after that last
incredible event. But what did happen changed my life forever.
We all sat there talking for the rest of the day, though I only heard
two thirds of the conversation. What Concita had to say was translated
by Renate. We confided to Concita that Renate was my niece, and that
this week was the first time we had ever had sex with each other. We
told her as recompense to Renate's promise not to divulge Concita's
activities to anyone. We felt we could trust her with our secret, and
assured her that she could trust us with her secret. But it turned out that
she didn't want to leave. Through the rest of the day we sort of worked
out a fantasy arrangement. Since we all had secrets to keep, and since
we had all enjoyed making these secrets, why not continue our
activities?
Concita went back to the cleaning service, but returned every night
for the rest of the week and enjoyed the close company and pleasure of
Renate and me each night. When it came time for Renate to leave
Concita was there to help see her off.
After she was gone I called her mother, my sister Connie.
"How was she? Did she behave?"
"She was great, Connie," I said, biting my tongue.
"She didn't pester you too much, I hope?"
"She's a great kid. I can't believe what a beautiful woman she's
grown up to be."
"God," she sighed. "She's out there on her own already! I still have
her baby clothes, for crying out loud!"
"I just want to apologize for all my griping last weekend." I said.
"Her coming here was not what I expected." BOY! Wasn't it! "We
had a great time."
"Well...she'd probably kill me if she knew I told you this," Connie
said, "but she's always had kind of a crush on you. She's looked forward
to an opportunity to visit you ever since she saw you last. I hope she
wasn't a pain in the ass for you."
"Well," I sighed, a wry smile breaking across my face. "After living
with me for a week, I'm sure she got her fill of old Uncle Alvin. I'm sure
the crush is over."
I had to cut the conversation short before I began to give away too
much about the girl's visit.
Throughout the next week, after Renate's departure, Concita
returned to me each evening and we speechlessly explored each other's
physical world to the point of exhaustion, only to be joined the next
weekend by Renate. And it has continued that way ever since. As a
matter of fact, Concita has moved in. On the weekends and holiday
breaks when Renate comes down -- after we've all spent ourselves on
each other physically -- Renate acts as a language tutor to both Concita
and me, and Concita and I are now communicating more and more on
our own.
The beach down by the river has seen as much action as Daytona
during Spring break, and the hot tub stays in shape, especially when
Renate is with us.
And the idea room, as it was dubbed by Renate, is beginning to take
shape since lately I've been having ideas about starting a family.
We have planned quite a festive time for the weekend of Renate's
graduation. The day after the commencement exercises is the day
Concita and I are to wed. Renate will be the maid of honor. And then
the three of us will spend our honeymoon in Mexico on the beaches of
Veracruz, close to Concita's family in Oaxaca, though to everyone's
knowledge Renate is returning to Morden to house-sit for me.
If anyone were to ask me who I thought was the most amazing
person I know, I would have say that it is my niece Renate. For
someone so young to be so resourceful, so intelligent, so loving, and so
knowledgeable about life is truly rare in this world. Not only did she
insist that I find someone who would make me happy, she helped me
realize who that person would be. And when she finishes college in two
years and has to go off to serve in the Army somewhere in the world,
my happiness won't be diminished, for she has left me well supplied.
***Be sure to read the rest of "Unexpected Company," parts 1-8, by
Eric Shon, as well as other Eric Shon stories here, and at Mr. Double's
website: http://www.mrdouble.com.
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