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Date: 5 Apr 1998 22:25:41 GMT
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In order that the fans of the quick and dirty fuck stories won't
feel they've wasted their time, I feel it proper to tell the readers of
the erotic stories posted here that "Unexpected Company" is not a
quick and dirty fuck story. Well...it's not quick anyway! If you're
looking for a quick and dirty, don't bother reading "Unexpected
Company."
I firmly believe that the best erotic stories spend more time
building up to the act of sex than on the act itself. In "Unexpected
Company" I've tried to put that belief into action.
I myself enjoy those stories that get right into it just for the
quick gratification, however, as stories they seem to lack a great
deal. I think of them as a good shot of whisky -- gets you where
you want to go quickly.
On the other hand, I like to think of the involved story, one
with a more intricate plot, or at least a LOT of detailed
description, as a fine wine. You'll get to the same place as the
quick and dirty, but by sipping you'll have more time to enjoy the
ride.
For those of you who will pass my story by, I wish you
happiness in your quick jerks. And for those of you who stay with
me . . . enjoy the ride!
ES
4/5/98
Unexpected Company
Part 1
by Eric Shon
She had a week to kill, and she'd see me Sunday. That's all she said
on my answering machine.
I come from a large family, with birthdays spread over two decades.
And since I came from the more recent decade, I actually knew very
little about my older siblings because they were practically grown and
itching to move out when I was just a little kid.
So when I got the call from Renate, the oldest daughter of the
second-oldest of my sisters, I was quite surprised. Then I was a little
pissed off that anybody in my family would just drop in basically
unannounced, without discussion. I'm single and I live alone, so
preparing for visitors takes quite a bit of effort (think back to when you
were single and house cleaning came about eighth on your list behind
the game of the week, beer, hitting the clubs, looking for some tail, and
beer!), and since it was Friday night when I received the message, I was
in quite a panic over how to clean the mess out by Sunday!
I dialed my sister's number in hopes of reaching Renate to maybe
push her visit back by a couple of days. I was surprised when I said,
"It's Al," and my sister replied with "Al, who?"
"Your baby brother, Al!" I replied a little tersely. I'm her own
brother, for christ sake!
"Oh! I'm sorry Alvie! Since the divorce I've met so many guys, I
forget whose names I've remembered!
We exchanged small-talk for a few minutes, and then I brought up
Renate's phone message.
"She said she has a week to kill, and that she'll be here Sunday.
What the hell, Connie!"
"Alvie! Don't you remember Christmas two, three years ago? When
you came home to see the family? You told her she was welcome to
drop in on you any time if she was ever in Kentucky!"
I scanned my brain for the event, and I vaguely remember talking to
a lot of people through a wine-induced haze. I probably said it to about
thirty of my family members-cousins, uncles, and siblings, but I couldn't
recall any specific conversations.
"Well, Con, I really don't remember telling her that," I said, hoping to
win a couple of days' stay.
"Alvie, she's talked of little else since that day. Well I mean that she
brings it up all the time. She's always loved to travel, and now's her
chance. You didn't call to break her heart, did you?"
"Well, I don't want to break anyone's heart, but I'd like to risk
bruising it by putting her off for a couple of days. Can I talk to her?"
"Outa luck, bro," Connie said, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
"She's been gone since Wednesday."
"Gone?! Where the hell is she?"
"Somewhere between Chicago and Louisville. She's driving down to
her Army friend's college to help her unload and unpack."
I was shocked. "You let your daughter travel alone with an Army
guy?! What the hell is wrong with you, Connie?"
"Alvie, when's the last time you talked to anybody in the family?"
I looked at the ceiling. "Shit, I don't know. A year? Two? A
couple of months after the big Christmas gathering."
Connie's laughter crackled in my ear. "You're out of the loop, little
brother! She's in the Army herself, and so's the GIRL she's riding down
with!"
"OK," I sighed. "Catch me up."
Connie then proceeded to tell me that shortly after graduation from
high school, Renate joined the Army to become a nurse. But the Army's
program requires nurses to be officers, and you can't be an officer unless
you have a four-year college degree. The Army signs you up, lets you
choose a school for nursing, subject to the Army's approval, puts you
through basic training, and then pays for your schooling. When you
finish and get your nursing degree, then you owe the Army the rest of
your life. Or something like that. That's what I got out of my sister,
anyway.
"And so she's on her way to start school at the University of
Kentucky, but she's sidetracking to Indiana University to get her friend
set up there. Then she's coming down to visit you. From the way you
described where you live, it sounds like paradise."
That's true. As an advertising consultant for several agencies, I
make a decent buck, and being single, I get to keep most of those after
tax bucks in my pocket. And then I lucked into an unbelievable,
secluded patch of land high up on a river bank. It was property in
foreclosure, so I got it for a song. It's only about 20 acres, but it's set
between a farmer's field and the river, so there's no noise, no traffic, and
only the occasional trespassing deer or two. Having spent my college
Summers as a carpenter's assistant, and having a knack for carpentry
anyway, I had managed to build myself (most of it, anyway. I had help)
a modestly spacious home overlooking the river. At the time of
Renate's phone call I had just cut the hole into the deck for the hot tub,
but was still about two weeks away from getting it all set to go.
Well, make that three weeks, now, with the impending week-long
visit from my mousy little niece whom I hadn't seen since she was... how
old? Sixteen? Fifteen?
One last attempt: "There's no way to reach her, Connie? I need a
couple more days to clean up."
"Sorry, Alvie. She calls me whenever they stop for the night, and the
last time she called me was last night to tell me they had arrived at the
university. They'll get her friend squared away, probably hit the bars
tonight, sleep it off tomorrow, and she'll hit the road Sunday morning.
She'll probably be with you by noon or earlier."
"That's just great, Connie. Don't you think I deserved a little more
notice?"
"Come on, Alvie! She's just a kid. You know how kids are. They
plan maybe two days ahead, and that's it! What are you grumbling
about? She's family, right? And you did say she could come by ANY
time."
"Well, all right. I don't remember saying it, but if it's something she
remembered for two years, then I guess I said it."
We said our good-byes, I canceled my plans to go out chasing tail,
cleaned up areas of the most outrageous mess, and I immediately began
to scan the yellow pages for maid services.
* * *
Early Saturday morning I was jarred awake by the phone. I
answered it in a fog.
"Senor Simon?" came the timid voice.
"Yah, it's Mr. Simons." I tried to decipher the lady's broken English.
"Eedees may serbis," she chirped. It took me a few seconds to
process the information, and to remember my agenda for the day.
"Oh YES! The MAID! When are you coming?"
"I loss."
"Shit!" I murmured under my breath. "OK, I'll come get you. Where
are you?"
After struggling through her broken English, I got enough information
to where I was certain I could find her in town.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and trotted barefoot out to the
pick-up truck, and then bounced along the dirt trail that led out to the
highway. 10 minutes later I pulled into the Morden 7-11 and found her
still sitting by the phone.
"Concita?" I called out to her. She certainly looked Hispanic, with
long dark hair, golden-brown skin, and deep black eyes. She had a
clean, innocent face, and that wide-eyed smile that is so rare these days.
She wore a big frumpy smock, and slacks that I can only describe as
matronly custodial, underneath which she wore thick soled, sensible
shoes. As she sat on the bench outside the 7-11, she held her big black
purse closely to her body.
"Senor Simon?" she called in response, her smile beaming brighter.
"Yes..er, um...Si!" Since it is so hard to find my place, I wanted her
to feel as comfortable as possible, and not to feel that I was angry at her
for getting lost. And so I spoke entirely half of what I know of Spanish.
"Um...follow me?"
"Oh! Si, Senor!" and she hopped up and skipped to her car.
In another ten minutes we were back at my place.
Concita's eyes went wide as she entered the kitchen. She looked at
me briefly, still clutching her purse to her chest, and then she scanned
the rest of the areas visible to her.
"Senor...will take long time!" She had a sort of worried look on her
face. I must be a bigger slob than most!
"That's OK," I said. "Just take your time, and I'll pay you a little
extra."
The maid looked at me with a blank stare, and I realized she didn't
understand a word I had said. "Si!" I said. "OK." She smiled and
headed out to her car for her supplies.
While she readied herself to clean my house, I readied myself to clean
myself. I went to the bedroom and doffed my shirt and my jeans. I
decided I wanted to hear music while I was showering, so I padded out
toward the living room. I was two steps in when I heard the kitchen
door bang as the maid pushed against it with her bucket. I darted back
into the hallway cursing at myself for forgetting so quickly that there
was a stranger here, and that my usual habit, thanks to the seclusion
here, of walking around nude had to be curbed for the next week.
I ducked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around
my naked waist. I walked into the living room again, trying to remain
unnoticed, and moved toward the stereo.
I was startled by Concita's gasp, and I jumped around to look at her.
She turned and covered her eyes. "I so sorry, Senor! I go to start in
here, but I go back to kitchen."
"No, Concita. It's OK," I reassured. "I just wanted to listen to
music." With that I turned the stereo on. "See?" I said, a little louder to
rise above the smooth jazz that poured out of the speakers. Then, to
ease her embarrassment, I offered her the choice of music she preferred:
"Here. You pick."
She smiled, still averting her eyes from my body, and, as I expected,
chose a Spanish language station. She looked only at my eyes, "Ees
OK?"
I smiled back at her and nodded my head. "Si...It's OK."
"Gracias, Senor!" She backed away from me toward the kitchen,
and I stepped through the doorway and toward the bathroom.
While in the shower, I heard the music kick up a notch or two in
volume. It was a lively song with horns and accordion, and I
understood not a word of it. But I figured as long as the hired help is
happy, what would I care?
The water coursed down my body as I lathered myself up. My hands
reached my crotch and I felt the swelling begin. It had been a week
since I'd had any pussy, and I'd been getting it pretty regularly since I
met Carolyn at Waldo's Pub in town about two years earlier. She was
out of town on vacation with her kids...and her husband, so I was on
coitus hiatus for a while. I had planned to make a move on Waldo's
new, young waitress, Stacey, on the previous night, but Renate's
impending visit quashed those plans. So I closed my eyes and
envisioned Stacey in her tight Waldo's half shirt (Waldo was inspired by
Hooters, the nearest of which was about a hundred miles away), and the
short-shorts that seemed to fit her better than any of the other girls' fit
them. She was just bending over to serve me, displaying her ample
cleavage, my hand slipping soapily over my fully stiff cock, when I heard
the vacuum sweeper bang into the bathroom door. It startled me so
much that I slipped and nearly fell in the shower. I shook my head and
decided against finishing the job at hand, and I could almost hear my
balls heave a disappointed sigh.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off, and then followed my
once-weekly ritual of shaving the pubic stubble from my pelvis and balls.
It's a habit that stems from when I was
in college. A friend of mine there had gotten me into working out at the
gym with him, and after about a year of toning and firming, I looked in
the mirror one day and realized that I was one of those guys who could
wear a Speedo...in public! That idea in my head, I went out and
purchased one at the university Rec center, which also happened to be
where the swim meets were held. I brought it home and almost died
laughing when I saw the thick tufts of pubic hair sticking out from the
waist band and both leg bands! So then I went out and bought a pair of
hair clippers at Wal-Mart, and proceeded to trim the excess. but it
looked uneven, and it still poofed out the material of the briefs, so I
trimmed the pubes down to stubble. Though the look satisfied me, it
was incredibly uncomfortable because the stubble was prickly and I
constantly itched. So I decided the solution was to shave it bare. Once
done, I couldn't get over how sensitive the area was to touch, and how
alien it looked without hair. I looked like a little kid with a man's cock!
I couldn't wear the Speedos to the beach or the pool for several weeks
afterward, however, because I had a constant hard-on from the snug feel
of the material against my bare skin! But the biggest thing about it is the
looks and attention I get from women. They never expect to see a bare
pubic area on a man, and it seems to fascinate them! And the sensations
of oral attention to that area are out of this world! They also seem to be
more receptive to the idea of giving blowjobs without all that hair there
to gag them and get stuck between their teeth. Anyway, after shaving it
the first time, it became a routine.
While shaving, I got hard again. It actually helps because the skin is
stretched, reducing the risk of nicks and cuts, but since I had decided
against giving myself release, at least for now, I was mostly
uncomfortable.
Once done, I pulled on my jeans again and ventured out into the
living room. Concita had already finished vacuuming and was dusting
the furniture. "Ola!" I said, exhausting the other fifty percent of Spanish
I knew.
"Oh! Ola, Senor!" She said as she turned toward me, but once she
had me in view she averted her gaze again. I felt a little twinge of self-
consciousness at being bare-chested, but it's my house, damn it!
"Coffee?" I said as I padded into the kitchen and grabbed a cup from
the dish drainer.
"Oh! Si, Senor! Gracias, Senor!" I poured her cup and she walked
over and sipped it black.
"Please, Concita, call me Al." I poured myself a cup.
"Ol?" she blurted
"Al," I corrected.
"All!"
"No, AL."
"Si. Oll?"
"Just call me Senor Simons." I conceded with a roll of my eyes. "It's
easier for both of us."
"Si, Senor." And with that she put her cup down and went back to
work.
While Concita finished dusting the furniture and moved on to dust
and vacuum in my bedroom, I busied myself by going over some
proposals I was preparing for submittal the next week. The Latin music
and the clatter and bang of Concita's cleaning became an audial blur in
the background of my mind until I heard a sharp sigh behind me in the
kitchen. I turned to see Concita just as she had set her bucket down on
the kitchen floor. With her back to me she removed her loose fitting
floral smock and lay it on the counter. Underneath it she was wearing a
rather tight tank-style white shirt. What amazed me was how I had seen
her as somewhat fat and round, when in reality she had quite a shapely
figure with a strong back and shoulders. Thus she suddenly appeared
much younger to me than I thought she was!
I cleared my throat, half conscious that it was as much to get her to
turn around for me as it was to clear my throat, and she turned briefly.
It was long enough for me to see that she had a truly magnificent body!
Her breasts weren't large, but they were round and full and sat high on
her chest. I didn't get a long enough look to decide whether she was
wearing a bra or not, but at this point it didn't matter. Her "matronly
custodial" slacks hugged at her tiny waist, but were baggy around her
legs. She nodded her regard of me, and then proceeded to her task of
washing the kitchen floor...on her knees! I was about to protest and
show her where the mop was, but as she bent over the bucket and then
began scrubbing the floor, I was treated to one of the most delectable
views of cleavage I have ever seen! As she pressed her weight down
onto the scrubber in her hands, her arms pressed her tits together, which
made the clingy cotton shirt separate and fall away slightly, and I could
see to her smooth belly. No nipple was exposed, but at that point I
didn't care.
I watched her for several minutes, my hard-on growing again to
swell in my jeans, before she noticed me. She let out a slight laugh and
turned her body around to continue the kitchen floor's scrubbing. This
gave me a pleasant view of her ass. Bent over in this manner, the baggy
pants she wore stretched tightly across her buttocks, revealing to me
that this Latin lady was quite hot!
I had to force myself back to work, otherwise I was going to explode
in my pants! As one would expect, I couldn't concentrate on my work
any more, so I started thinking of a way I could get Concita to polish my
pole. How do you say "Wanna fuck?" in Spanish?
I heard her get up and drag the bucket to the bathroom. With the
music drowning out her grunts and sighs of physical exertion, I was able
to get some of my concentration back. After about a half hour she
walked past where I was working and said, "I do weendows, now,
Senor, and then done."
Had I thought she would understand, I'd have made a joke about
cleaning ladies who do windows, but I didn't bother. It was almost sad.
After about a half-hour of hearing the occasional thump and squeak of
glass, she went out the door.
My coffee had long since grown cold, so I went into the kitchen to
dump and refill my cup. In my peripheral vision I noticed movement
outside the kitchen sink window, so I looked up, and my hand went
limp, my cup dropping into the sink and breaking into several large
pieces. Concita was wetting the glass down with her cleaning solution,
and in reaching up to the highest parts of the window, her body was
pressing against the glass. The cotton fabric of her tank top was getting
soaked by the solution, and the combination of those elements quite
graphically revealed to me that my hot Latin cleaning lady was indeed
bra-less! I stood there drooling as she went about cleaning the window,
oblivious both to her gorgeous revelation and to me, standing there
drooling. She moved around the corner to the next window, and I
followed like a monkey at the zoo, slathering as she pressed up against
the glass again, her breasts flattening and sliding left and right, the dark
brown nipples centering my vision as clearly as if they were uncovered
and within my reach. I continued to watch her as she worked her way
around the entire house, ending up at the kitchen door. She was startled
to see me standing there when she opened it, but then she spoke.
"Senor?"
I just stood there looking at her tits shining through the transparent
fabric in the soft, late afternoon light coming through the sparkling clean
windows, my cock an ominous presence straining against denim.
"Senor...?" She followed my gaze down to her breasts, and then she
shrieked when she realized that she was on display.
She threw her hands up to her chest and covered herself up, and then
dropped her head in abject shame and embarrassment and began to cry.
"No, no, Concita. It's OK!" I tried. I placed my hands on her
shoulders. "It's OK. Don't worry. You're beautiful." In reply, I got
more sobs and muttered Spanish phrases. My natural reaction was to
pull her to me and hug her gently. She buried her face in my chest, the
wetness of her tears cooling on my bare skin and causing my nipples to
harden. The feel of her hot body against me was intoxicating, and I
rubbed my hands down her back. I pulled at her waist gently, trying to
rub my straining cock against her belly, but she was pitched too far
forward with her face in my chest, so I didn't push it. Instead I leaned
my head down and kissed her bare shoulder. Then I slid my lips along
her shoulder, licking subtly along the way toward her neck. I felt goose-
bumps raise in her skin as I made my way. My lips moved over the bend
from shoulder to neck and I began suckling softly there. She craned her
neck in pleased response, but then suddenly she pulled away, looking
directly into my eyes, confusion and fear in hers. I whispered, "No. It's
OK." I reached for her and gently touched her wet breast. I stepped
toward her and placed the palm of my hand flat against her breast, and I
heard a raspy sigh escape her lips as she slowly rocked her head back.
She leaned forward, pressing her breast harder into my palm. I slid my
hand around to the back of her head and tilted it forward so that I could
kiss her lips. She reached up with her lips for mine, but after the first
electric touch there, she went rigid, panted, "No!" and then rattled off
something in Spanish, and grabbed her smock. She kept muttering as
she put it on, her head hung as if in shame. She picked up all of her
cleaning supplies and ran out the door and to her car. I followed behind
her, apologizing and asking her to wait when I realized she was about to
leave without getting paid! "Wait!" I cried. I stammered. "M-money.
Uh... Di- de- dinero!" A third word of Spanish that I know! I ran
back into the house, grabbed my wallet and pulled out five 20 dollar
bills, and ran to her car just as she was backing away from the house.
"Wait!! Here's your money!" She spun the wheel to the right,
swinging the front end of the car right at me, so I tossed the bills into
her open window and dived out of the way. She popped the
transmission out of reverse and into drive, and spun the tires in the dirt.
Just as she passed from my view, she flashed a look at me. Her eyes still
filled with confusion and shame, and, I was afraid, anger.
All I could think of was what she was going to say to her employer.
And whether the cops were going to be here before the weekend was
up! How stupid can a man be? I slumped into the kitchen and found
her bucket, still full of water, sitting there.
I figured to wait until Monday, then call the cleaning service and tell
them that Concita had left her bucket. I grabbed a beer out of the
refrigerator and sucked half of it down in one big swig. I thought of
going into the bedroom and easing the pressure on my balls from a week
of abstinence and a day of abject torture, but I decided I'd finish this
beer, and perhaps another, first.
***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.
Tell me what you think of this story! Send comments to
ericshon@aol.com
Unexpected Company
Part 2
by Eric Shon
The ringing phone next to my head rattled me out of my slumber. By
the second ring my eyes were open, but I was disoriented. By the third
ring I discovered that I had racked out in the recliner, the TV still going
and now on some religious show, and that it was mid-morning. I picked
it up on the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"Uncle Alvin? It's Renate!"
"Hi, sweetheart! How are you? Where are you?"
"I'm great! I'm in town, but I don't know how to get to you!"
"Hold tight," I grunted.... For the second day in a row I climbed out
of my slumber to the ringing of the phone, and then climbed out of my
bed, as it were, to drive into town to bring someone to my home.
Strangely enough, Renate wound up at the same 7-11 store in
Morden, and was sitting on the same bench as Concita the day before. I
couldn't mistake her for the shock of red hair that she had always had.
The only difference was the length. Where the last time I saw her I
remember long locks of fine red, now there was a very conservative cut
with little hang and almost no movement when she turned her head. She
was wearing a pair of cutoff blue jeans and a plaid shirt buttoned up
half-way over a strapless halter.
Renate recognized me as soon as I hopped out of the truck. She
sprinted toward me screaming, "Uncle Alvin!" She leapt up to me and
wrapped her arms around me and planted big kisses all over my face.
"Uncle Alvin! I'm so happy to see you!"
"Same here kiddo," I said, not really sure why this kid I barely knew
was so happy to see me.
"I followed your directions as best I could remember them, but I just
couldn't find your house!" she said, panting excitedly.
"Rennie, when did I ever give you directions?"
"Back when you came home for Christmas!"
"That was two years ago!"
"No, Uncle Alvin," she said, shaking her head. "Three years. I
remember."
"OK, kid. Hop in your car and follow me." She spun immediately
and plopped into her car.
* * *
"Oh, Uncle Alvin! Your house is awesome!" Renate looked around
in fascinated awe.
"How 'bout a tour?" She answered with a nod. I gestured toward the
kitchen. "There's the kitchen..." She looked at me with a sly grin.
"Duh! I thought it was the out-house!" Her girlish laugh
reverberated off the tile walls and seemed to fill my home with warmth.
I laughed back and walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
"You want some?" I said over my shoulder as I emptied yesterday's
coffee into the sink.
"Sure. So I see you did some last minute cleaning for me, huh?"
I turned to see her looking at Concita's bucket. "Well, no. If I had
started on the mess, I'd be working on it until Wednesday. I had some
help."
Renate smiled at me and turned out of the kitchen. "Come on.
Show me the rest of the house."
I followed her into the living room where she sprinted across the
open space and dived into the couch. "Uncle Alvin, your house is so
cool! You built this all by yourself?"
"Um...well, yeah. Sorta." Renate faced the floor-to-ceiling windows
and stretched, basking in the mid-day sun. She reached her arms up
over her head and stretched, her back arching, cat-like, her half-
buttoned shirt pulling open and her chest jutting out, her breasts
straining against the underwire of the strapless top. I took her in from
head to toe, her long legs writhing in the pleasure of her long stretch,
her rear end pressing back while her flat tummy pushed its way forward
above the snap of her jeans, snaking its way up to her chest. On her
face was pure joy, and she looked at me with half closed eyes, icy blue
and clear. My mouth was thick with saliva when I tried to speak:
"Um... C-call me Al."
"Hmmm?" She blinked.
"You don't have to call me 'Uncle Alvin.' Just call me Al."
"OK, Uncle Alv-- Uncle Al." she giggled at her awkwardness. "Is it
all this beautiful?"
"That's just what I was wondering," swam up into my brain as what
to say next, but luckily I caught myself. What was I thinking? This is
my sister's kid! KID!
"Uhh...Well, see for yourself!" I decided to just show her around
without any narrative. I had planned it to be a fairly simple dwelling
with touches of modern convenience, and what I wound up with was the
rustic elegance of a mountain lodge. I showed her my den with my
portfolios and papers sprawled out mid-project. She seemed genuinely
interested in my brief explanations of what I do for a living and what my
current project was.
We walked down the hallway through the rear of the house. When
we came to the master bedroom--my bedroom-- she looked in and
asked, "Is this where I sleep?"
I chuckled and said, "Nope, this is my room." Then I looked in and
saw the bed, covers still strewn about from yesterday's wake-up.
Anyone would have to assume that this room was already occupied, so
why did she ask me that?
I led her to the next room and said, "This is yours." It's equally as big
as the master bedroom, but it isn't attached to the bathroom like mine is.
A guest has to walk down the hall to enter the same bathroom that my
bedroom is attached to.
"What's this room?" Renate asked me as we entered it.
"I'm not sure yet," I said, looking around at the exposed studs and the
bare pine floor of the unfinished room. "I first planned it to be a
workout room, but working out alone sucks. I'd rather keep going to
the club. Then I thought of it as a rumpus room, maybe with a bar, but I
never have friends over...just one at a time." My mind flashed briefly to
Carolyn from Waldo's pub, and then to Stacey, whom I hadn't had
over...yet. "But maybe it'll be a playroom for my kids...if I ever have
any."
"It's the idea room!" she said with a big smile. She looked at me and
said, "You'll think of something!"
We made our way outside and she leaned against the rail overlooking
the river. The soft, late Summer breeze sang in the leaves of the trees,
and it played with the strands of her hair, seemingly aflame in the bright
sunlight. She took a deep breath and tilted her face up into the sun,
squinting her eyes shut. She stretched, once again arching her back so
languorously, only this time she removed her shirt and dropped it to the
floor. This time the vision was more than I could bear. The sun danced
on her shoulders and traced lines down her right side. It blazed in her
hair. With her shirt gone I had a full view of her rear end in the cutoffs,
and as I gazed upon it, the word "perfect" ran through my mind. She
turned to me, seemingly as if in slow motion, and she placed her back
and hands against the rail. My eyes ran a slow race up her legs, over the
womanly swell of her hips, her velvet-smooth tummy, her breasts
pushed up and in by the wires in her halter, her lips a faint dash of pink
in her pale, freckled face, her eyes blue daggers framed by the orange
corona of her sun-flamed hair. This was one incredibly beautiful woman
standing before me, and she was of my own flesh and blood. But I
couldn't help the reaction I was having as the blood swelled my penis to
full erection in my jeans.
The sounds of the wind and the birds in the trees faded to silence as
her lips very slowly parted and her eyelids approached each other,
kissed, and parted, and she spoke to me: "Great Dick!"
My soul smiled briefly, but then my brain interrupted with the
warning that something terrible had just occurred. Renate slammed
back into harsh focus and my mind screamed. I jumped, perhaps a bit
noticeably, and stammered, "What?!" I tried to cover up without
actually covering up. Had she noticed? What would she think?
"I said, 'This is a great deck!'" She walked over to the spot where the
hot tub was to go in. "What's this hole in your deck for?"
Very briefly the image of her beautiful face accepting a direct shot
from the erupting head of my cock flashed across my brain. What the
HELL is wrong with me?!
"That's where the hot tub's going." I felt a thin sheen of perspiration
erupt on my forehead.
"HOT TUB! Oh, Uncle Al...er, Al! You are too cool! A hot tub! I
can't wait! When are you putting it in?"
"Well, Rennie, it'll be another two weeks or so before I can get it in.
You'll be gone by then."
"But I'm here now! I could help you! Two sets of hands ought to get
it done quicker than one!"
"Well, I have to work this week, and I still have to pick it up from the
showroom. But if you really are willing to help, I guess we could do it
by Saturday."
"You are too cool, Al!" she said leaning over the edge, looking into
the hot tub hole.
"Tell you what, we'll get it in and then celebrate your going away to
college in it. What do you say?"
She ran to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. "Oh, Al!
You've always been my favorite uncle!" She squeezed me tighter and I
could feel my erection throbbing against her lower belly. I only hoped
she didn't notice...or did I?
* * *
The next day, Monday, I decided to take the week off. It seemed
rude to just abandon my niece all week, so I went in to the firm I was
contracting with to tie up loose ends, reschedule meetings, and finish
what could be finished that day.
At lunch I went home, stopping at McDonald's along the way, to
have a meal with Renate. I walked in to the house and into a fairly
sturdy wall of sound coming from my stereo. It was obvious that
Renate hadn't heard me drive up or enter the house. I stepped into the
hallway to the bedrooms and called her name, but there was no answer.
The only other place she could be was outside, so I walked to the deck
windows and saw her. My heart leapt out of my chest momentarily
because she was lying prone on a towel taking in some sun, her feet
toward me, the thin band of her thong snaking up from her slightly
parted thighs and disappearing briefly where the two half moons of her
ass gently touched each other. Her bikini top was unsnapped in the
back, pinned under her breasts, their untanned white flesh peeping out
on either side. Her back, buttocks and thighs glistened in the sun, a
mixture of her suntan oil and perspiration. I couldn't help but stand
there for a few minutes, my trousers quickly forming a blunt point,
pointing right at my niece. I absently slid a hand into a pocket and
began idly stroking myself, repeatedly beating a path with my eyes up
one glistening, shapely leg, over her shiny, tight ass cheeks, and back
down the other leg. Back up the leg, on past her butt, and riding the
hills and valleys of her muscular back. I was shaken into reality by a
sudden spasm in my cock and the pleasant shiver it sent through me. I
withdrew my hand from my pocket and pulled myself together.
As much as I wanted to watch her get up, as much as I wanted to get
a glimpse, however brief, of her breasts, I knew I'd be taking advantage
of her. So rather than walk out and startle her, I went to the stereo and
turned down the volume to an audible murmur. I kept my back to the
deck until I felt the vibrations of her footsteps throbbing through the
floor. I turned just as she entered through the kitchen door.
"Oh, there you are!" I lied. She smiled and walked to me. "I brought
lunch," I said, holding up the bag of burgers and fries. "I hope you like
Mickey D's."
"Thanks," she responded, reaching me and placing a gentle hug
around me, the tantalizing triangle of the front of her thong disappearing
beneath us, her bikini-clad breasts flattening against my chest, the heady
coconut aroma of her suntan oil mixing gingerly with the sweet tang of
her light perspiration.
"No problem," I said as I placed my free hand in the small of her back
and bend my head down to breathe in the fragrance of her hair. It wasn't
a long hug at all--no more than a second or two, but I was dizzy when
she stepped away with the McDonald's bag and began transferring its
contents to the table.
We chatted idly about her morning, which began around 10:30 with
her heading out to the deck for some sun. A lazy day. After I finished
my food I looked up the number to the maid service again and told them
about Concita's bucket. They thanked me and said someone would be
by to pick it up by the weekend, if not in a day or so. For a brief
moment I worried that Concita no longer worked there, and I feared
that it might have everything to do with me and what I did...or
attempted to do.
As my lunch hour neared its end Renate was over by the stereo
skimming through the stations. I stood up and announced that I was
heading back.
"OK, Unc... OK, Al!" she stammered, smiling, and she walked to me
and gave me another hug, and this time a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for
lunch!" Her eyes peered up at mine, her face awash in a broad smile,
her eyes glimmering blue.
"Be ready to work when I get home tonight," I said right before I
realized what I had just done. It was a gesture of familiarity, what a
father might do with his daughter in a happy moment. I gently swatted
her bottom while she held her embrace. What I had forgotten was that
she was wearing a thong (HOW could I forget THAT?!), and the room
reverberated with the pop of my hand on her bare butt cheek!
Renate jumped up and into me, a startled "Oop!" escaping from her
lips, and then a wide-eyed giggle.
I quickly retreated. "Oh. I'm sorry, Rennie," I said with a light
chuckle, acknowledging that I had mistakenly violated a personal area.
"Uh huh," she said, still smiling as she broke off the quick embrace.
"I'll try to be back early this afternoon, and then we'll go pick up the
tub." I headed for the door.
"Cool!" she said, and smiled her good-bye to me. I was two steps out
the door when I heard the stereo jump up in volume. As I walked to the
truck I looked down and noticed a small stain on the front of my khaki
trousers where my engorged penis had leaked some pre-seminal fluid
through the fabric of my briefs and into the pants. "I've GOT to find
some privacy soon to get rid of this tension, or I'll go nuts!" my mind
shouted.
* * *
The hot tub had to be delivered in the store's truck; I knew that
Renate and I alone could not maneuver that thing around the house and
onto the deck. But I needed to pick up the hoses and clamps and pumps
and the heating unit that make a hot tub the magical thing it is, so we led
the truck back to my place, and then helped the delivery guy unload my
stuff.
I had seen Bobby on several occasions at the store, but only during
the Summer, as he was attending some college somewhere. He had
delivered my bathroom fixtures when I was finishing up the house,
which had allowed me to engage in some conversation with him. He
seemed like a decent kid, quiet, in pretty good physical shape, strong;
not the most intelligent man on the planet, but...strong. I had him
figured for a jock of some sort. Probably not football; he didn't seem
quick enough. From the moment he saw Renate in the store, he was like
the puppy you gave a treat. He followed us around, helping us pick up
everything we needed, and not taking his eyes off of Renate the entire
time.
Renate was not without blame. She wore her cutoffs again, with a
pair of hiking boots, white socks peeking out the tops, a white tank top
under a short sleeved, button-front shirt that she left unbuttoned and
untucked. When I had gotten home I blinked a couple of times to see if
she was wearing a bra underneath the tank top, but I decided not to
wade into that pond any further; there was work to be done. After a
few minutes at the showroom, however, I couldn't tell if Bobby had
figured it out to his satisfaction yet.
The longer we stayed at the showroom, the more irritated I found
myself becoming. At first I couldn't figure out why, but then it dawned
on me that it was Bobby's attention to Renate. Every time his eyes
flashed down her body, stopping here or there to take a visual taste, I
felt a flaring in my chest. By the time we were loading the last things
into his truck I was certain I would pop him at the next leering glance he
sent Renate's way.
But then she was hopping into my pickup truck with me, and all
seemed right with the world again as Bobby followed behind in the
delivery truck. She stayed quiet on the ride back, opting to sight-see
and get her bearings of the town. The solitude gave me the chance to
sort out why I had become so enraged in the showroom. Was it
jealousy? Was I feeling threatened? Or was it more of a paternal type
of concern a father might have for his daughter, the helpless dove flying
amidst dangerous hawks? I calmed myself by agreeing that it was the
last of the three.
When we got to my place Bobby was at it again; leering, chatting up,
sweet-talking. But this time I chose to watch Renate's reaction to his
attention, and my heart was filled with joy. She was hardly paying him
any attention at all! She helped move the lighter things from the truck,
flashing me her beautiful smile every now and then, courteously
acknowledging Bobby's existence. I don't think he felt shunned or
rejected, but Renate was certainly not accepting his attention. She was
amazing!
With Bobby's help we maneuvered the tub next to the hole and
propped it up against the railing of the deck, and then laid out all the
gear next to it. It hardly resembled a hot tub this way, still shrouded in
the industrial strength shrink-wrap and boarded up in its shipping crate,
but I knew what it was; I had seen the picture!
Bobby lingered about, still focused on Renate and her various parts.
Then, as we were finished with all of the unloading Renate looked right
at Bobby and said, "Thanks for all your help, Bobby. Uncle Al and I
could never have gotten this big ol' thing in here without you!"
Bobby grinned, his white teeth flashing, a bead of sweat clinging to
his chin. "It's nothin'. It's my job."
Renate reached up and slapped him on the shoulder, just like one of
the boys, and said, "It's almost quittin' time, isn't it? How 'bout a
beer...for the road?"
Bobby looked up at me, and then at Renate, and said, "Well, no, if my
boss found out I'd lose my job."
Then Renate said, "Well, how 'bout I give you one and you don't
drink it right away? Just drive back to the store real quick, finish up
there first, and then drink it. It'll still be cold!"
"Cool!" Bobby beamed as he followed Renate into the kitchen. Just a
few seconds later I heard her calling her good-bye and thanks again to
him, and then the truck started and left.
She came back to the deck and said, "Whew! I didn't think we'd get
rid of him!"
"What's wrong?" I prodded. "He seems nice enough."
"Yeah, he's nice, and kinda cute, but kinda dumb. And did you see
the way he kept looking at me? It was like he thought my eyes were
down here." She parted the open shirt she wore and poked her breasts
through the fabric of her tank-top, right on each nipple. The move was
so unexpected and so natural that my eyes followed without any urging.
She was indeed bra-less, her just-poked nipples pressing out the cotton
shirt subtly. "He was giving me the creeps!" She obviously didn't see
me earlier that day with my face practically plastered against the
window, slathering over her ass and playing pocket pool as she
sunbathed in her thong!
I gave a little chuckle but otherwise remained silent, staring at the hot
tub and its guts strewn about the deck. I felt Renate shift her gaze
there, too.
"Well," I sighed. "I don't feel like starting this tonight. What say we
go out to dinner?"
"Great!" she beamed. "Should I change clothes?"
I looked her up and down, pausing here and there for a little visual
taste of my own. Then I looked at myself, still dressed in the dress
casual I had worn to the office. "Just throw on a pair of jeans, and
maybe button up a little and tuck your shirt in. The place I have in mind
doesn't expect a whole lot."
"Back in a sec!" she sang as she headed toward the kitchen door. I
stayed outside for another minute, staring at the hot tub paraphernalia,
and wondered at which point exactly I was going to explode. I then
went into the house and changed into a pair of jeans myself.
* * *
When she got out of my truck in the parking lot at Betty Jean's,
Renate hooked her arm in mine for the walk to the building. Betty
Jean's is a sort of refined country honky-tonk...if there can be such a
thing. One side is a pretty noisy bar on any day of the week, with
country music bleeding out of every door and window in the place. I've
never been one for country music, but the other side of Betty Jean's is a
fairly nice restaurant with the best steaks in town, and I've always been
one for a good, juicy slab of beef!
The entrance foyer is probably the weakest barrier between the two
sides of Betty Jean's. Restaurant patrons stand between the doors to
either side to wait for a seat, and every time someone goes into the
honky-tonk the foyer is blasted with steel guitar, fiddle, and adenoidal
vocals. Sometimes conversations in the restaurant are drowned out
when both doors happen to be opened simultaneously, and you can
almost taste the heartache. The wall that separates the two bars must be
a foot and a half thick to defeat the noise that occasionally bleeds
through the open doors!
Despite the fact that it was Monday, and early for that matter, there
was already a good crowd. While we waited Renate bounced to the
country beat and swung slightly back and forth, her arm still hooked in
mine.
I looked down at her. "You enjoying yourself?" Sarcasm.
"Oh, I love country music. Don't you?" She stared off into space, as
though trying to see the notes as they soaked into the room.
"Nah. I come for the food."
"Can we go in there after we eat?" Renate gestured to the honky-
tonk doors.
Her blue eyes gently pleading, gently cut into my soul and found a
place soft enough to tolerate country music. "Sure," I said. "Maybe for
a little while."
"Good!" She hugged my arm. I noticed something catch her eye as
she looked at me.
"What?" I felt one eyebrow raise on my forehead. Renate reached up
and rubbed at something on my cheek with her thumb. Her forehead
knitted as she rubbed harder, then she licked her thumb and rubbed
some more. Then she looked up at my hair and reached up and fluffed
and groomed it.
"You need someone to take care of you, boy!" she said with a sly
little smile on her lips. It was strangely gratifying to have her grooming
me in public like that. She seemed very comfortable with me, very
familiar, despite the fact that we'd only seen each other two or three
times since she was born. Family is family, I guess.
I had my usual rib-eye dinner, and Renate went with a chicken dish.
After some idle conversation, during which she kept playing with my
hands, I paid for the meals and escorted Renate to the honky-tonk.
It was dark and smoky inside, but Renate's eyes seemed to glow with
wonder as she looked around, holding my hand. It dawned on me that
she was just out of high school, so this may have been her first time in a
bar. How was it that this young woman's essence was so ethereal? Why
did she seem ageless to me? So wise, but yet so innocent? Things I
assumed she would know, she didn't, yet things I assumed she shouldn't
or couldn't know, she did.
She led me around the entire place, my ears splitting under the
stadium-sized speakers placed every three feet up in the ceiling. She
watched the people on the dance floor, which was a dirty patch of vinyl
tile about 20 square feet in size. She watched a young couple
smooching in a corner. She watched a group of younger men and
women playing a game of quarters. We had made two complete circuits
of the room when Renate discovered the sliding glass doors that led out
to the deck overlooking the river where a smaller crowd of people,
undaunted by the humid night air, gathered and danced. "Oh, AL!
Look!" She pulled me out onto the deck just as a new song started.
The whole place seemed to erupt in a roar from the crowd, and half of
the people in the place tried to cram onto both dance areas.
I felt another tug at my hand. "Come on! Al, let's dance!"
I shouted back, "Rennie, I don't do this!"
"Come on, it's easy! It's the two-step! Watch me!"
The two-step sounded easy enough. Hey! It was just two steps,
right? And watching Renate was definitely easy! I tried to mimic her
steps, but the more I tried, the more I laughed, and the more we just
sort of held hands and jumped around, laughing.
After that song finished the deck cleared some, and I was able to pay
closer attention to the step she was trying to show me. I was more used
to flailing about to a good, loud rock song where any contact with
another person was probably accidental and, if you played your cards
right, might end up in a fist fight!
I wasn't improving any, so we just started stepping back and forth,
moving our hips and bouncing to the beat. As the chords of the song
signaled that the end was near, the DJ spoke up: "OK, you love-birds,
now's your chance!" A quick cross-fade, and the wail of a steel guitar
and a flood of red light out onto the deck changed the mood to sultry.
Without skipping a beat, Renate slid her arms around me and rested her
head on my shoulder. I reacted by placing my hands on her hips and
rocking with her slowly. I felt her heave a heavy sigh, her face turned
away from mine. We rocked a little while more, and then she turned her
face toward mine and said something that I didn't make out.
"What?" I said into her ear.
"I said, 'This is such a sweet song.' Don't you think so?"
"I guess." I listened. It was some woman wailing about her lazy
husband and her wild kids. She thought the life had gone out of her
marriage. But wait! She comes home from work one day to find the
kids are gone, the house is clean, and the table is set for two. How
sweet.
Renate began to hum along with the lyrics of the chorus, her voice
vibrating through her chest into mine, her breath floating from her nose
onto my neck, a tingle working its way down my spine. Before I could
react I sprouted another erection. I tried to subtly pull my abdomen
away from hers, but she was pressed tightly against me. Fortunately I
had put on my jeans, otherwise I'd have been poking insistently into her
belly right now. As it was, each swaying movement allowed my penis to
work its way up further and further until it was finally comfortable,
flattened against my lower belly, pointing straight up, stifled by the waist
of my jeans.
Renate was slowly swaying against me, putting gentle pressure on my
erection with each measure of the music. Suddenly this song wasn't so
bad! We continued to sway, each holding the other loosely, yet each
pressed comfortably against the other. Since I was leading, more or
less, I was dancing her in a slow circle to the left, she stepping back with
each sway to the left, when out of nowhere another couple, dancing in a
slow circle to the right, bumped squarely into Renate's butt, pressing her
belly firmly against my abdomen.
Quiet "Oopses" and apologies went back and forth, and then Renate
looked up into my eyes. She was smiling faintly, but in her eyes was
that look of wonder they had when she first walked into the honky-tonk,
as if she had just discovered something delightful.
"What?" I asked.
Renate simply let out a throaty giggle and buried her face in my neck
again. I was helpless as my dick throbbed each time I felt her warm
breath on my neck.
The song ended and a faster one kicked up, and Renate pulled away
from me, looked right into my eyes and said, "I'm ready when you are."
I blinked in confusion, and then it hit me that she was just ready to go
home. In the truck on the way back to my place I couldn't help but
wonder if there wasn't actually a double meaning to her words. But
what was I thinking? What would a beautiful girl like Renate want with
an old guy almost twice her age? And if she really did notice my
erection, she was probably mortified. Of course. Why else would she
have been ready to go home so suddenly? I started to feel ashamed and
embarrassed, and a little sick with myself.
When we arrived at my place Renate went straight to the bathroom,
came out, gave me a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and headed straight
for the guest room.
"Bright and early tomorrow, Rennie? I'm off the rest of the week.
Gotta get that tub in!"
"Not too early, OK? I've only got six days left to sleep in. I don't
want to lose that."
"OK," I said. "Whenever you're ready."
***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
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Unexpected Company
Part 3
by Eric Shon
Since I was taking a few days off, I wasn't going to be a fanatic about
the word "early." The night before I had set my alarm to go off a few
hours later than my usual, go-to-work "early." And now I was vaguely
aware of being shaken. I heard a soft voice reverberating in the
distance, pleasant, playful. I made out that the voice was calling out my
name. I slowly became aware of sunlight streaking into the room at
window level and bouncing off of the opposite wall. The shaking
stopped. I rolled to face away from the disturbing light.
Suddenly I was seized by violent muscle spasms on either side of my
rib cage, and I awoke to find Renate digging her fingers into my sides,
rudely tickling me awake.
"Come on, you big log! I've been shaking you for HOURS!" she said
with a mischievous giggle. "I thought you said we were getting up
early!"
In my contortions to escape her manic fingers I looked at the clock:
8:08am. Fifty two more minutes of my self-allotted sleep, except for
one thing...those fingers! I twisted over to my back and grabbed
Renate's ribs, which raised an ear-piercing squeal. It also relieved me of
her tickling for the moment as she grabbed at my hands and my much
stronger fingers. She twisted away from her perch on the edge of the
bed and escaped my savage tickling. She ran a few steps toward the
door, apparently certain I would chase her. When I didn't, she twirled
around and looked at me, her eyes daring me to follow. Her cheeks
were flush with laughter as she panted gleefully.
I rose up to my elbows, ready to leap from the bed, but I became
suddenly aware of my EMHO (early morning hard-on!). I was wearing
briefs, counter to my usual bedtime wear--the sheets I lay between--just
so there wouldn't be any awkward moments during Renate's stay. But
this morning, after nearly two solid weeks without any real activity, my
rock-hard erection throbbed ominously against the fabric of the briefs I
wore. I looked briefly at Renate standing by the closed door to the hall.
She was wearing a big, light blue t-shirt that hung down to just above
mid-thigh, though when she ran away from me I caught a peek at the
pink panties she wore underneath. She stood there, feet wide apart, the
hem of the shirt stretched across her thighs, knees bent, ready to
pounce.
A nervous voice sounded in my head: "Relax, boy! She doesn't want
to see you this way!" So I did. I smiled at her and lay my head back
down on my pillows.
"Oh, no you don't, you sleepyhead!" she scolded as she leapt across
the room and onto the bed, sitting on my belly, straddling me. My eyes
immediately locked onto the patch of pink satin that revealed itself to me
between her thighs. I couldn't help it . . . until she resumed tickling me
viciously, and this time I let out a yell. I reached up and grabbed her
sides and dug my thick fingers into her taut abdomen, just below her rib
cage. Renate cackled and tried to escape by sliding away from my
hands. Her panty clad ass slid right up on top of my erection. Covered
by the blankets and my briefs, I nevertheless felt her direct pressure
there as she leaned forward rocking the mound of her vagina right over
the pulsing shaft of my penis. I was seized by the fear that she might
notice my hard-on beneath her, but if she hadn't noticed and I put a
sudden halt to the play, she would suspect that something was wrong.
So I freed one leg from under the sprawled covers, raised it up, and
brought the heel of my foot across her chest and pushed her back down
onto the foot of the bed. Renate let out a delighted scream kicking her
legs up as she went over, exposing her nether world to me, however
scantily covered by her panties it may be. Her butt followed her heels
over, and I noticed that one of the leg bands had ridden up into the
crevice of her ass, exposing one whole cheek to me. It was at this point
that I was certain I had died and gone to hell. No human-inflicted
torture could be this cruel.
Renate completed her reverse somersault and wound up on her hands
and knees, between my legs, facing me. Her hair was tousled over her
face, the blue of her eyes knifing through the orange strands. Her head
tilted down until she was looking at me just below her brow, and her lips
spread into an evil grin. She was a cat ready to pounce. "Ooh. Now
you're gonna get it, boy!"
I couldn't help but snort at her through the smirk that broke out
across my face. She advanced on me, but I swiftly raised my knees and
pinned her in a scissors hold between the shin of my leg beneath the
covers under her chest, and the calf of my exposed leg over her back.
She let out a yell of protest, the mouse caught in the trap. I let out an
evil laugh of my own as she struggled to free herself. She finally saw
that she had access to my only weakness, which was my now exposed
ribs and midriff, and she attacked them vigorously! I hunched my knees
up in gleeful agony, breaking my hold on her chest, and she fell onto me,
her chest over my waist, her soft breasts right over my penis. I still had
one leg exposed, so I raised it to repeat the forced back-flip I had found
successful earlier, but she was wise to it already. She stayed down,
resting her chest against me, her chin on my chest, her breasts flattened
against my pelvis, and continued her barrage of tickling at my ribs.
Instead, I moved my foot to her ribcage and began poking her there.
Surprised, Renate recoiled and rolled onto her side to fight off my foot.
In all the activity the thick blanket covering me bunched up
underneath Renate and between my thighs, leaving just a sheet and my
briefs over my waist as she continued to fight my foot and the added
attack from my hands on her exposed side with one hand, and continue
to tickle me with the other. Renate sat on the bed between my legs,
giggling deliriously now, and she pulled her tickling hand away from my
ribs, slowly dragging it down my belly as her other hand fought off my
dual-fronted attack. Suddenly her hand was right on top of my cock as
it lay against my belly! I wasn't sure she noticed where her hand was,
though I did sense a change in her laughter. I tensed at the contact,
which may have caused her reaction. Regardless, I decided that I had
had enough.
Very quickly I sat up and grabbed the thin sheet covering me. I lifted
it up as I pushed the giggling mass of Renate down onto her side and
rolled her over, wrapping the sheet around her.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" she drooled. I answered her by
scooping her up and rolling her over onto her other side in a fetal
position, and pulling both the sheet and blanket from the foot of the bed
and throwing it over her, wrapping her up tightly like a burrito. Weak
from laughter, she could only offer words as a defense. "Oh, no you
don't!"
When my task was complete she looked like a baby in swaddling,
even down to the red face, tear-stained from laughter, a giggling,
shuddering pupa in its cocoon. "Time to get up!" I yelled as I sprinted
into the bathroom and slammed and locked the door. I quickly turned
on the shower, dropped my briefs to the floor, and stepped into the
warm spray. I looked down at my poor, tortured dick staring up at me.
I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my hands for a maniacal
frigging when the door to the hallway opened up.
"Hurry up! I have to pee!" Renate shouted. Startled, I nearly fell on
the slippery floor. The door closed.
"Shit!" I muttered. I had forgotten to lock the second door to the
bathroom. I looked down again at my poor, tortured dick and I decided
against the frigging, maniacal or otherwise.
I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt after the shower and walked to the door
of the guest room and knocked. "Shower's ready."
"Okay!" was the response.
"When you come out I'll have breakfast ready!"
"Cool! I'm really hungry!"
By the time I finished frying the bacon Renate came out of the
bathroom in jeans and a t-shirt as well, towel-drying her hair.
"Mmmm! Smells great!"
"Make some toast while I throw the eggs on." I said.
As she opened the bread sack Renate seemed to toss an idea around
in her head. "Since you've made a nice, big breakfast, I'll make lunch
today. How's that?"
"Sounds great," I said. And shortly, breakfast was ready. About
halfway through a thought occurred to me. "Hey, how about we have a
picnic lunch? There's a great spot down there by the river, nice and
shady. Not too many bugs."
Renate's blue eyes lit up. "Ooh! That's a great idea!"
We left the breakfast dishes in the sink and we went out onto the
deck to begin work on the hot tub. Once I got my thoughts organized I
realized that there wasn't a whole lot for Renate to do in the early
stages. I had to go below the deck to run the plumbing lines, for which
she just had to stand around and hand me the piece of pipe I told her to
hand to me. and then I could only go up to a certain point until I had
the tub in and knew exactly where the connections needed to be. Back
up on the deck I had her sorting the pipes by type, sorting screws and
bolts by length, sorting nuts by which bolts they fit, and other
monotonous tasks which couldn't have interested her. But if she was
bored, she could have fooled me. She tackled the menial tasks with a
smile. She was full of questions about what I was doing, how did I learn
that, what does this do.... She kept herself occupied and entertained.
Then around 11:00 she stood up and said, "I'm going to start getting
lunch ready, OK?"
"Can't wait!" I smiled back at her. She beamed at me and jumped,
twirling 180 degrees in the air, giggling as she came down, and she
skipped to the kitchen.
I was below the deck again working on the supports for the tub when
I heard her call to me: "Lunch is ready, Al!" I ran around to the other
side of the house and in through the kitchen door, and she stood there in
the kitchen beaming proudly, a basket full of food sitting on top of a
blanket, sitting on the table.
"Looks wonderful!" I said.
"Shall we?" she asked.
"We shall!" I said, reaching my hand out for the basket. Renate
grabbed the basket in one hand and grabbed my hand with the other.
We followed the obscure deer trail through dry, knee-high scrub
weeds and wildflowers along the flat flood plain. After a few minutes
we came to a natural clearing where the trees were few and large,
providing a thick canopy that shaded the ground and kept the weeds at
bay. The ground sloped gently to the river, ending in a sun-soaked
beach of fine sand for about the last 100 feet to the water's edge.
Renate stopped and just looked around. I remained silent as I watched
her take in the moment. Unseen birds chirped busily in the trees, a light
breeze blew through the branches in a pleasant hiss, and the water
gurgled softly over a felled tree just upstream of the beach.
"This is incredible," she whispered. "So peaceful." She closed her
eyes and breathed in deeply. She turned her face upward, dancing shafts
of sunlight undulating across her face and sparkling her hair.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. Then she looked at me and said. "Let's eat!"
We spread the blanket out and Renate distributed the contents of the
basket between the two of us--some sandwiches made from the deli
roast beef I had gotten a few days before, a hunk of cheddar, some
crackers, and a bottle of red wine from the rack in the living room. She
gave me a look when she pulled the bottle out, I assume to see if I
would disapprove. It seemed appropriate. The meal certainly wasn't
elaborate, but there's always something special about partaking of food
outdoors in the cool shade on a beautiful day with nothing pressing you
for time. The world's best filet mignon in the world's trendiest
restaurant can't compare to a moment like that.
After we ate we lay talking for quite a while. We discussed Renate's
ambitions and her plans for achieving those ambitions. As I probed and
listened to her I realized how extremely intelligent this young woman
was. But I still couldn't get over how grown-up she was. To hear her
talk, if you didn't already know she was just one Summer out of high
school, you'd swear she was 20 years older. She seemed ready for the
future, and better yet, she seemed to know just how to take the curves
when they came her way.
We had chatted for what seemed like an hour when the ground
became a little uncomfortable for my back, so I abruptly sat up.
"I don't want to go back, yet, Al," she whined.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said.
Renate cocked her head at me. "Are there any other neat places
around here to explore?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I made it this far and never thought
about going any farther."
"I don't blame you. This is paradise. What do you like to do here by
yourself?"
"Ohh.." I sighed. "Just think. Work through problems I have at the
clients'. Write down my ideas. Swim..."
"Yeah! A swim would be great right now!" Renate chirped. "Too
bad I left my suit up at the house."
"I usually just go naked. There's nobody else around." I said it
without thinking, with a casual wave of my hand. It was the truth, as
natural as can be. When the mood strikes me, I just strip and dip. I
didn't even realize what I had said until I caught the expression on her
face as she looked at me.
Her face flushed slightly as she smiled. Then she bent her head down
and giggled. "I haven't gone skinny dipping since I was in sixth grade!"
Her hands went to work on the front of her jeans.
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Unexpected Company
Part 4
by Eric Shon
My heart leapt out of my chest. "What have I done? Oh my god the
child is stripping!" My mind was screaming at me.
"Rennie, wait a minute," I stammered. My penis, having had a chance
to rest most of the morning, was suddenly stirring to life. "Maybe this
isn't such a good idea right now."
Renate unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, then rose to her knees and
pulled the tails of her t-shirt out, then she looked down at me. "What?
It's been at least a half hour since we ate. We're OK." And with that
said, she crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the tails of her
shirt. In one quick move her arms were over her head, as well as the
shirt, and I was staring directly at her breasts bobbling up and down
while she fumbled with the shirt above her head. Her bright, pink
nipples stared back, smooth and shiny in the speckles of sunlight. When
her arms came down I averted my eyes. "Hey. I thought you wanted to
swim." She placed her fingers under my chin and turned my face toward
her. My eyes locked onto hers. "Hey. Is something wrong? This is
OK, isn't it?"
"No. I mean, yes!" I stammered. I didn't want her to think she was
doing anything wrong. I didn't want her to think she couldn't do
anything she wanted here. "I mean, I guess so. I mean, what the hell,
we're family . . . right?" What the hell did I mean?
She smiled broadly. "Right! Hurry up! Last one in's frog farts!" She
stood and bent to untie her shoes and I just watched her go. The top of
her head was pointed at me as she lifted her foot to meet her hands. Her
breasts seemed to defy gravity even as she bent forward, her nipples still
managing to face out rather than down. I noticed a thin speckling of
freckles across her bosom perfectly outlining her preferred style of bikini
top where the fabric normally covered the absolutely freckle-free white
skin there.
Shoes off, Renate turned to face away from me as she removed her
pants. Finally a modicum of modesty in this girl? I hadn't wanted to
dwell earlier on how tight the jeans were before, but now that fact was
made excruciatingly obvious as she wiggled her ass to get out of them.
Modesty? Perhaps. Driving me crazy? Definitely! As the jeans slid
over her ass I saw the daintiest pair of French-cut dark blue panties
come into view. Her ass continued to undulate to and fro until the pant
legs were bunched up around her calves. Then she bent straight over
and lifted a foot to pull the jeans off, first one foot and then the other,
aiming that compact little ass in those panties stretched tight right at me.
I was fully hard in mere seconds, my cock straining against the fabric
holding it back.
Renate stood and looked over her shoulder at me as she slipped her
thumbs into her panties and slid them down. "You coming?"
"Almost!" my mind replied. "Almost!"
"Uh...yeh," I muttered as I slipped my shirt off.
Renate removed the panties by sliding them down her legs as she bent
at the waist only. The lightly tanned twin globes of her ass wiggled
invitingly, but I put my hands to work untying my shoes instead. She
stepped out of her panties lying on the picnic blanket one foot at a time,
and with each step her thighs parted and I could see the finest wisps of
hair peep out at me from below her ass. How I kept from drooling I'll
never know.
Still bent over, Renate looked at me from around her shoulder and
said, "You know what you are?"
"Oh my god," I thought. "She's caught me looking at her ass!"
"No. What?" I trembled slightly, heart hammering away in my chest.
"Frog farts!!" She sprinted away from me toward the water.
Frantically I removed my shoes, pants and briefs, my erection springing
wildly from its confinement, pre-seminal fluid stringing from my lower
belly to the head of my dick, and then drooling down to the blanket. I
sprinted for the water while she still had her back to me. She ran a few
steps into the water and then dived headlong in. I was safely in the
water covering my waist and my embarrassing boner by the time she
surfaced again.
The cool water flowed past me. I couldn't help but think, off to the
side as I watched Renate splash about a bit, how frightening it would be
if a fish came along and saw my rigid penis and thought it was the
biggest worm he ever saw. I hoped he wouldn't try to make it the
biggest meal he ever ate!
Renate swam over to me against the gentle river current. In this part
of the river we were on a sand bar, and the water was only about elbow
deep, but we both kept ourselves in the water up to our chins. The cool
water had helped my erection relax to about half-hard when Renate
leapt out of the water squealing excitedly and placed her hands on my
shoulders and forced my head under the water. I reached for her
immediately but all I got was one of her fleeing arms. I stood up to see
where she was going and I took out after her, overpowering her stroke
for stroke until I caught her ankle and stopped her all together.
I kept one hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her toward me.
I lifted her foot up out of the water until I could reach her head. She
flailed and splashed as I forced her head under. I released her and
backpedaled a bit. She came up for air and found me backing away.
"Ooh hoo hoo! I'm gonna get you!" she grumbled, smiling at me.
She stalked me walking fully upright, her nipples popping in and out of
the water as she bounded toward me. I splashed the water into her face,
and she splashed back until I simply out-splashed her with volume and
speed. I tried to slip past her, but she anticipated a move like that and
spread her arms out. She felt my arm brush past her to her right and she
quickly grabbed it. I tried to push her away, but she had a death grip on
my arm. She leapt out of the water again to try to dunk me, but this
time I stood rigid. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, but at the
top of her leap I reached my hands out to push her away. Her wet flesh
slipped between my hands and she slid into me, the front of her body
sliding down the front of mine I was acutely aware of the two points of
her nipples sliding against my chest. She grabbed the back of my neck
with both hands and tried to pull me into the water, even if it meant that
she had to go under, too. Again I stood rigid. Under the water I felt
her straining legs slip between mine until her belly snugged up against
my balls. I backed up and grasped her shoulders to try to force her
under, but she still had a firm grip on my neck. I reached under her
arms and started tickling her ribs. She didn't want to let go of my neck
for fear that I would then dunk her, so my tickling was merciless.
Finally she released my neck and pinned my hands against her sides
under her arms. I could still tickle her, however, so I didn't stop. She
thrashed wildly and twisted, releasing my right hand as she turned away
to her left. My hand slid across her left breast. Automatically my hand
cupped her breast and briefly pinched the nipple between my thumb and
forefinger. I had done it before I knew what happened. I looked in
Renate's eyes, and all I saw was that same playful smile and laughter.
She still had my left hand pinned under her arm, so she twisted violently
in the other direction to dislodge it the same way as she had my right
hand.
This time when she twisted, I pushed her around with my free hand
until her back was against me, my left hand still trapped under her right
arm, my forearm lying across her breasts. Under water, as she squirmed
against me, my semi-hard cock wedged in the cleft of her ass cheeks. It
started to expand and grow against her butt, slowly snaking up toward
her lower back. I had to stop before I made a fool of myself, so I forced
my right hand under her right arm and freed my left hand. She turned
and advanced on me.
"Rennie! Rennie! Let's take a rest, now, OK?"
"OHHH! Had enough, already, huh?" she snickered.
"No, I just need..."
Renate leapt at me again, this time wrapping her hands around my
neck and pulling her chest up to my face, again willing to suffer dunking
herself in order to dunk me. Then, for maximum leverage, she kicked
her legs out and wrapped them around my waist. She slid down along
my body until she landed on the shaft of my now fully erect cock, the
head of which I'm sure was jutting out between her ass cheeks! In
trying to pull away from her I jerked my hips back, butt out, thus giving
her the advantage she needed, and I toppled into the water on top of
her.
Under water, as I was truly struggling to break from her clutches, I
felt the head of my dick slide along the crease of her ass and her vagina.
It seemed I could feel each individual hair on her pubis as my penis slid
through. Finally I broke free and bounded away from her.
Renate came up laughing and crowing. "Hah HA! I got you!"
"Yeah," I said, chuckling. "You got me. Come on. Let's take it easy
for a while."
"Chicken!" she purred.
We swam lazy circles around each other, talking, joking, until she
said she was ready to get out. This time the cool water had had its full
effect on me, and I was once again in a flaccid state below. I swam
behind as we headed toward the riverbank. She walked up the sand bar
and rose from the water, her wet skin glinting in the sunlight. She
walked to the blanket and bent over. I willed myself not to look at her
as I rose from the water myself. I walked up the beach looking at my
feet and I heard her voice as she approached me. "Meep, meep!" I
looked up to see her walking in the opposite direction with the blanket
in her arms. "Come help me spread it out so I don't get sand all over it."
I turned around and followed her until she stopped. I took two
corners of the blanket and we stretched it out on the sand. Renate lay
down on the blanket face-down. I lay down next to her, on my back,
eyes closed against the sun.
"Al, this place is unbelievable. I want to come down here every
Summer to visit you."
"No, no. You don't want to visit me," I said. "You want to come to
paradise. Screw Uncle Al!" I chuckled.
She was silent for a moment, and then she said, "Yeah. That's it.
Screw Uncle Al." She giggled slightly. There was more silence. The
sounds of nature are somehow different when you listen to them with
your eyes closed. It's much more peaceful. "Do you think maybe I
could come down for a weekend every now and then?"
"Sure," I replied. "Just be sure to let me know before you come so I
can get ready." A brief silence.
"Mmmm. If I get the chance."
I felt my brow furrow because I wasn't sure we were having the same
conversation. I turned my head toward her and opened my eyes to find
her staring at me. "What?" I said.
"Nothing. You just look so peaceful."
"Jeez, Rennie. You sound like you're at a funeral! 'He looks so
natural, just like he's sleeping!'"
Renate giggled. "Shut up!"
"OK," I said. And I did.
A few minutes later I heard water splashing. I looked up to see
Renate wetting her arms and legs in the river. Then she stood up
straight and walked back toward the blanket. This was actually the first
opportunity I had (OK, the first opportunity I TOOK) to view her from
head to foot in all her naked splendor. If I had to define perfection, I
was soon going to settle on my dear niece as the example. I closed my
eyes before the vision had an impact.
"Al?"
"Mmm?
"Don't you get lonely living by yourself? You know...way out here
by yourself?"
I thought for a moment. "No. Not really. I like the solitude."
"So, do you have a girlfriend?"
I opened my eyes and looked to the direction of her voice coming
from somewhat above me. She was sitting Indian style with her back to
the river, facing me. My eyes involuntarily darted to the patch of curly
hair between her legs, so casually on display to me. Her eyes
occasionally darted to my limp penis. I had to think about my answer.
What exactly was Carolyn? "Uhhh...no. I mean, not really."
"What does that mean, 'Not really?'"
"Well," I sighed. "There's one that I see every once in a while...you
know." Yeah, you know, for sex! Why was she asking me these
questions?
"Then she's your girlfriend."
"No. Not rea-- It's complicated." Yeah, it's complicated! At least
Carolyn's husband would think so!
Renate propped up one leg and wrapped her arms around it,
flattening one breast against it. "What's she like? Tell me."
Again my eyes darted to Renate's crotch. "Well, I don't know. She
likes to talk." I could swear that Renate's vaginal lips had parted
slightly, allowing some pink to show through. I began to stir down
below.
"Is she pretty?"
"No. Not all that much." She likes to fuck, though! "Look, Rennie.
I really don't feel like talking about her right now."
"Oh. OK." She rolled to one side and slid her arm along the blanket,
stretching her length alongside me, lying on her side and facing me. I
was about half-hard now. "So, tell me what you like in a woman"
"Rennie! Please!"
"Come on!" She play-slapped my chest sending a dusting of sand
across it. She slid toward me a few inches and started brushing the sand
out of the hairs there.
"OK, I'll try."
Renate giggled conspiratorially, like I had a big secret to tell, and
scooted even closer Her left knee bumped my thigh and rested slightly
atop it.
I spoke slowly as I tried to figure out what it was I really looked for.
"She has to have a good heart. She has to like to laugh. She has to be
intelligent. She has to put up with my bullshit. And she has to be
pretty." Renate, her head propped on her right hand, was idly stroking
the hairs on my chest with her left, and her left knee was now squarely
on top of my thigh. And by now I had a full erection from the closeness
of her body. "There are deeper things, but I can't find the words for
them," I said. "It's not something I spend time thinking about."
"Yeah." said Renate. "It's hard to know what you want when things
and people are changing by the minute."
"Yeah," I sighed, closing my eyes. "It's hard."
"Hello!" Renate said, surprise edging her voice. "It sure is!!"
I opened my eyes and looked at Renate. She was looking down
toward our feet. I said, "What's up?"
Renate looked up to my eyes and then back to my erection. "You
are!"
I dropped my head back to the blanket and covered my face with my
hands. "Oh, jeez! I'm sorry, Rennie!"
"No, don't be sorry," she giggled. "Did I cause it?"
My mouth was thick with embarrassment. "Well, um... sorta."
"Really? Why? What did I do?"
"Well," I sighed. "It's a long story."
Renate looked at me. "Is it?" She cocked one eyebrow up, and then
looked at my rigid penis. "I've never really seen one before, so I guess
I'll take your word for it!" She smiled up at me, unembarrassed, trying
to deflate my embarrassment, and rapidly succeeding!
I chuckled at her joke, again her wisdom beyond her years allowing
her to make such a sly joke without, if she were speaking the truth,
having ever "really seen one before."
"Well," I began at the middle, neglecting to tell her of my involuntary
celibacy of the last couple of weeks. "This just simply happens to a man
when he's near a beautiful woman." Never mind that the beautiful
woman is the man's niece lying naked against him on a blanket in the
middle of nowhere! "I don't think I can explain it any better than that.
It's just a natural reaction. I really have no control over it. I just hope
I
haven't upset you or anything."
"Gosh, no!" she gushed. "I'm really flattered!"
She smiled such a warm smile that my heart melted. I looked deeply
into her eyes and started to feel lost again, so I blinked and said, "Well,
Sunshine, it--it's time we got back to that hot tub!"
As we got dressed Renate stared amusedly at my slowly shriveling
penis until I covered it up inside my briefs.
***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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Unexpected Company
Part 5
by Eric Shon
When we got back to the house the heat of the day was at its peak.
We both entered the house, and I ran myself a glass of water; Renate
disappeared down the hallway. I walked back out to the deck, removed
my t-shirt, and resumed my work on the supports underneath. Shortly
there rose inside the house the thump of rock music from my stereo
system. It wasn't very loud, just enough to be noticeable. I heard the
kitchen door close and the thudding of Renate's feet above as she
crossed the wooden deck. I secured the last support board in place and
climbed topside through the hole. Renate sat, now wearing her bikini, at
the edge of the hole, her legs dangling inside it. I stepped around behind
her to take a sip of water from my glass, and to wipe the sweat from my
face with my shirt. I turned back to her and was reminded that she wore
a thong by seeing her butt cheeks pressed against the wood planks of the
deck. I took another long gulp of water and walked back over to the
hole.
"Ready for a workout?" I asked her.
"For what?" she returned.
"The tub's ready to go in the hole. I'm gonna need your help."
Renate leapt to her feet. "All right!" She danced her excitement,
resulting in a most delightful bouncing of her breasts within her bikini
top. "What do I have to do?"
"Well, first we have to take apart this crate and unwrap the plastic
stuff, then we maneuver it over to the hole, then we stand it on its side
and lower the bowl into the hole."
"OK," she said. She stared blankly at me for a moment.
"OK," I said. "I'll go get another hammer."
When I returned from the "idea room," as Renate had dubbed it, she
was again sitting at the edge of the hole, slathering sunscreen onto her
shoulders and arms. I jumped down into the hole to get the hammer I
had used to nail the supports into place. Before ducking below I
glanced at Renate. She was squirting the lotion directly onto her breasts
above the top seam of her bikini. I squinted my eyes shut to keep any
more of that image from burning itself into my brain. I was successful.
I grabbed the hammer and looked around at the supports I had just
installed, checking for any errors or omissions, tapping the hammer on
the planks and listening for any strange noises within the wood.
Everything checked out, and having waited as long as I thought was
necessary for Renate to finish smearing the oil onto her breasts, I
popped my head back out of the hole. Only now she was sitting with
her feet propped up and crossed at the ankles, oiling up her thighs. My
eyes were mere inches above her crotch which was now aimed right at
me underneath the straining fabric of her thong. The thin strip of cloth
lay across the pouting lips of her vagina not quite covering the puffy
flesh there, shy strands of red hair peeking out at me. I was vaguely
aware of her hands slipping up and down along her thighs mere inches
away from where I was gazing when her voice shattered my
concentration.
"Want some?"
My head popped up as if it were a chicken's, looking from her barely
covered mound of Venus up to her eyes. My brain was straining
frantically to figure out just what she was talking about. Why did
everything she said to me seem to work on two different levels?
"Huh?" I practically drooled.
Renate waved the bottle of sun oil in front of me. "Want some? It's
pretty toasty out here."
"Oh." I cleared my throat. "Sure."
"You have to do me first!" she chirped, spinning on her rump and
spreading her legs. My eyes darted to her crotch one last time as she
spun, rolling to her side, and then to her stomach. "My back and my
legs, please."
I climbed out of the hole and took the bottle from her hands. I
kneeled next to her. My hands trembled. I squirted the oil between her
shoulder blades and she let out a throaty little giggle. I started rubbing
the slippery liquid into her skin and she visibly relaxed, letting out a
contented moan. She seemed to enjoy the contact, so I gently massaged
the oil from the base of her neck to the thin string that passed itself off
as clothing across the swell of her buttocks where they met her back.
After a few minutes I said, "OK?"
"Wait! You're not done, are you?"
"I thought you did your legs."
"No. Just the fronts."
I looked at her tight little butt with the black thread shooting out from
between her cheeks. The skin was dry. "What parts do you want me to
get?" I asked, afraid what her answer might be...afraid that I might like
the answer.
"Wherever you see skin..."
I groaned inside as my tortured penis writhed to life once again in my
pants. Wanting to avoid what I most wanted to touch, I started at her
ankles, squirting a little oil there and working my way up. I slid my
hands over her calves and past her knees, massaging just a little. I re-
applied some oil to her middle thighs and continued. As my hands
neared her ass cheeks, I half-wished she would say, "OK. "Enough,"
but all I heard was "MMmmmmm...." Dreamy and far away.
My slick hands slid slowly up the first rise from her thighs, my thumbs
curved ever slightly into the cleft between. I spread my hands apart and
rubbed the sides of her buttocks and drew my hands down toward her
legs again, and then together. I paused for a little more oil and
continued the massage. With each circle completed she let out a
contented little moan. My cock beat out the rhythm of my heart into my
pants, and a profuse sweat burst forth from my head to my feet. My
eyes locked on her ass, focused on the point at which Renate's thighs
met her cheeks, knowing that there was a perhaps untouched patch of
heaven nestled in there, and that some day a very lucky guy was going
to find it. Renate wiggled a little, a moan escaping her lungs, and she
spread her thighs apart slightly, but just enough where I could see the
thread of thong barely protecting the opening of her womanhood from
my gaze, and then curve underneath her body to cover her patch of red
hair up front.
The will involved was almost beyond my reach, but I finally rocked
back up on my knees and said, "All done." It came out as a pathetic
croak.
Renate placed her hands on the deck and raised herself to her hands
and knees. She stretched and arched her back like a cat just waking up
from a nap in the sun and said, "Mmmmm... That felt great Al. Your
turn?"
I said, "OK," and handed her the bottle. I simply turned my back to
her, indicating that I would stand. Behind me I heard the squirt of the
oil as she squeezed it into her hand. I felt her fingers trace lightly down
my back, sending a flurry of goose-bumps throughout my body. My
nipples hardened immediately. Then she spread the oil out with her
palms, fanning them out across my shoulder blades and down either side
of my back until they hit the waist band of my jeans. She repeated this
pattern a few times and then her hands left me. I thought she was done,
but then she stepped around in front of me, her eyes seemingly
unfocused on my chest. She squirted more oil into her hand, rubbed her
hands together, and then pressed them to my chest. Her gaze never
drifted past my neck, looking only where her hands went. She followed
the same fanning pattern on my chest as she had on my back, only this
time when her palms rubbed over my nipples, my cock throbbed
mercilessly against its restraints below.
Her head rocked up to face me. Renate's eyes, clear blue and
probing, looked deeply into mine. If she were not my niece I would
have sworn that she wanted me to kiss her, so longing was the look in
her eyes.
I shook off a sudden spasm of vertigo and cleared my throat. "Well,
let's get to that tub, huh?"
A look of disappointment flashed briefly across Renate's face, but she
quickly regained a smile and said, "OK!"
I handed her a hammer and she looked at me with bewilderment. I
spent the next few minutes showing her how to pry the wooden frame
pieces apart from each other, and then I went at it myself. In about ten
minutes the frame was a formless pile in the corner of the deck and the
shrink-wrap was balled up in a heap on top.
The next half-hour was spent trying to get the tub over to the hole
without letting it fall over onto its top. We managed to maneuver it and
position it so that the bowl would slide right into the hole, and I ran over
to Renate's side to help her lower it in. I jumped below the deck to
attach the hoses only to find that we had dropped it in about ten degrees
off from where I needed it to be for the hoses to reach. I went back
topside and we began the process of turning the tub. Renate bent and
squatted and grunted, giving quite a show of her charms. Her breasts
hung against her bikini top when she bent; when she squatted and lifted I
had such a view of her crotch that I couldn't breathe. After we turned
the tub I was exhausted, though, since I spent most of my time and
energy ogling her, I think she really did most of the work.
I had had about all I could take, between the work and the mind-
numbing, day-long tease I had been subjected to, so I called it a day. I
went inside and popped open a beer while Renate spread out her towel
and again laid out in the sun. The thought passed my brain to go to the
picture window and gaze upon her beauty, but I noticed my hand
trembling around the beer can, so I put that thought out of my mind.
After a second beer I decided to clean the sweat and suntan oil off of
me, so I entered the bathroom, careful to lock the door to the hall, and I
started a shower. The picnic lunch and skinny dip swam to my mind as I
lathered up, and I soon had another erection. I looked down at the
purple, swollen head, and it seemed to look up at me as if to say, "Now?
Can we?" I ignored its plea for release.
As I rinsed the last of the soap off of my body and enjoyed the hot
spray of water, the door to the master bedroom flew open. I looked up
at the motion, and through the fog of spray and water vapor clinging to
the shower door I made out Renate's form by the toilet as she bent at the
waist, dropped her thong, and sat to relieve her bladder. I shook my
head in mild disgust with myself for having so cleverly remembered to
lock the hall door, but just as ineptly forgotten lock the bedroom door.
I marveled at how this girl had come to feel so comfortable and open
with me after only two days. Though I couldn't see her in any detail,
nor, for that matter, did I believe she could see me, there was always the
danger that I could step out of the shower. She didn't announce her
entry, so she couldn't know whether or not I knew she was there. She
just didn't seem to care.
Renate finished and left the bathroom through the hall door, which I
had been so careful to lock. And she left it open.
I stepped out of the shower and shouted, "Rennie! You left the door
open on me!." There was no anger in my voice.
She called back. "Sorry!" There was no remorse in hers.
I closed the door and toweled off. Sometime while I was in the
bedroom finishing up, Renate went into the guest room and shut the
door.
After I had showered and donned a pair of running shorts I padded
into the living room and had another beer while I flipped through the
dearth of afternoon talk shows that led to the afternoon news programs.
I heard the shower start, run for several minutes, and then stop.
With the TV droning on softly, I sat at the kitchen counter flipping
through a week-old newspaper that I hadn't bothered to read when I got
it. The hallway door to the bathroom opened behind me and Renate
asked, "What are we doing for dinner, Al?"
"Well..." I mused, my back still to her, "I was thinking of going out
again. How do you feel about that?" I turned to look at her.
"RENNIE!" She stood in the living room toweling her hair, wearing
only a pair of French-cut panties. Red this time!
"What?" She snapped her head to face me, her hair flying in an
exaggerated circle around her head, her taut breasts jiggling slightly.
Her face read confusion.
"Jesus, Christ! Put some clothes on!" I was incredulous.
"Why?" She seemed truly confused.
"'Why?' Because you're naked, that's why!"
"So? What's wrong with that?"
Deep down I agreed with her assessment. "It's...it's just not right." I
lost my place for a moment.
"It wasn't wrong when we were swimming. Why is it wrong now?"
"Well, we were swimming!" My reason didn't convince even me.
"Yeah, and now we're watching TV. You're reading a newspaper.
What's the big deal? You said it yourself, Al. 'What the heck? We're
family.'"
It was the first time in my life that my words had come back to haunt
me -- on the same day I said them! I stammered a couple of syllables of
fleeting comebacks, but I gave up. Her reasoning had defeated me. I let
out a confused sigh. "OK. Never mind." I truly was in hell.
"Can we go back to Betty Jean's for dinner? I liked that place! And
the dancing out on the deck!" It was as if we had not just had an
argument...sort of.
* * *
At Betty Jean's we both ate hearty steak dinners and talked mostly
about the hot tub and the next day's agenda for it. We made our way
into the honky tonk afterwards. It wasn't nearly as crowded as the night
before, nor was it as stuffy inside. Not that it mattered: we simply
walked through it to the deck outside overlooking the river.
Renate spent several minutes gazing down at the water as it slowly
flowed by, the currents and waves sparkling against the moonlight. The
colored lights illuminating the deck complemented the silver back-light
the moon gave to her hair and shoulders, bare except for the thin straps
of her yellow top. Below her bare midriff she wore a long brown skirt
that had half moons (or was it bananas?) printed all over it.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "This town is heaven." She spoke to the
river, her back turned to me.
I chuckled at her comment.
"What's with you?" she demanded.
"Oh, nothing. I just never thought of Morden in such lofty measure."
"Well, it certainly isn't hell!" She spoke dreamily at the moon.
"No," I said, begging inside to differ, considering my last two days.
"Definitely something in between. Though, in some language I think the
name means 'death.'"
"You lie!" she giggled. I wasn't lying. One of the locals had told me
that shortly after I moved here. "What's wrong with it?" She turned
halfway to face me. The moonlight accentuated the curve of her breasts
against the tight yellow fabric of her blouse.
"Oh, nothing," I sighed, feeling another stirring inside my pants. "I
guess sometimes I miss the city. In case you haven't noticed, Morden
isn't bursting with things to do."
"Well, you and Betty Jean have done a good job so far." I could
hear her smile.
"I'm glad I could be of some assistance." I returned the smile
without trying. At that moment a slow song began, and Renate
immediately slid up against me.
"Dance with me, Al." She slid her arms around my neck. I slid my
arms around her lower back, not because that's where they were
supposed to go, but because I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.
We danced to every slow song the DJ played, much in the same way,
much without moving from one spot. Renate either rested her head on
my shoulder or gazed up at me, smiling. During the faster songs we
simply sat and talked about strange things like how moonlight and water
seem connected, and how the energy of two people moving together
seemed to equal more than the sum of their individual energies. I simply
nodded my head, but wondered to myself if somebody hadn't slipped
something into the Coke she had at dinner!
After eleven o'clock the crowd began to thin and the DJ tried to
entice people out to the dance floor by playing the most frenetic songs
on his list, and by that time Renate and I were both pretty tired. We
drove home in quiet.
Once inside the house, Renate simply kissed me goodnight and went
to the guest room and shut the door. I opened the refrigerator, looked
at a beer, and then shook my head and went to bed.
* * *
At nine the alarm went off, jarring me out of my slumber. I rolled
out of the bed and walked across the room (that's my real wake-up
mechanism!) and shut it off. I bent my neck down and scratched the
back of my head. I reached down and plucked some linen fuzz off of my
flaccid penis and then I scratched my balls. I climbed back in bed with
the intent of sleeping in the rest of the morning.
In what seemed like moments later I heard the creak of the hinges on
the hallway door. I whirled around to a sitting position only to see
Renate poking her head in the doorway.
"I heard your alarm go off. I figured you were up."
I simply flopped back down on my pillow.
"Here we go again!" she purred mischievously. I looked up to see
her creeping toward me, shoulders hunched, her fingers hooked
menacingly and ready to tickle at the first opportunity. I also couldn't
help but notice her sleep attire. This morning she wore black French-cut
panties and a t-shirt cut off at mid belly. I groaned as yet another
torturous day of blue-balls commenced with the rush of blood into my
penis. I pulled the sheet up over my head and rolled to my side, facing
away from her, but she pounced on me anyway, tickling at my sides
viciously.
I resisted as long as I could before her strong fingers finally got
through to me. With a yelp I twisted violently to my back, sweeping her
onto her side with my arm. Without thinking I swatted her bottom with
my other hand. The pop was still reverberating throughout the room
when she let out a yell.
"You're dead now, buster!" She turned on me with the devil in her
eyes, an evil smile on her lips. She twisted and then stood on the bed
looking down at me. Looking up at her I could just see the upsweep of
her breasts under her shirt, and her pubic mound tightly concealed by the
silky fabric of her panties. She executed a perfect WWF regulation
knee-drop, pulling it at the last second so as not to cause any real harm,
just like the "pro" wrestlers do. And immediately she was tickling me,
straddling my body again. She scooted back down my belly and over
my turgid cock, still concealed by the sheet, and to my horror I suddenly
realized that it was concealed by nothing more! When I went to bed the
night before I hadn't bothered with shorts. I just stripped and climbed
into bed like I normally do! At that same moment Renate stopped
wrestling with me and said, "Jeezus!" She scooted off of my penis and
straddled my thighs. She looked down between her legs just in front of
her own body, reached down to the sheet and pulled it toward herself,
revealing my throbbing dick to the daylight. "Doesn't that thing ever
rest?"
I stared at my erect penis, the head slowly trading crimson for what I
can only describe as light "bruise," the whole package twitching with
every beat of my heart. My focus shifted past my crotch to hers, only
inches beyond, the panties straining to conceal her private region
between her spread thighs. My eyes darted up to Renate's face, but
back down again. I felt the blood rise in my face as I remained
speechless. After a few moments of embarrassed silence Renate said
something. It sounded to me at first to have come from outer space.
"Huh?" I looked up at her face and held it.
"Why do you shave it? It looks...weird!"
I looked back down at myself. Somehow she had chased the
embarrassment out of the room, and I answered her with ease. "Well, it
started when I was in college..." I highlighted the story of how I came
to prefer my genitalia hairless. When I finished the story she stared into
my eyes for a moment, then looked down at my still-erect penis.
"Do you mind if I..." And without finishing her question or waiting
for an answer, she touched my scrotum at the juncture where the shaft
of my penis rises out of it. I jumped at the electric shock of her gentle
touch. She looked at me to see if I was in pain, but she understood that
I merely didn't expect her move. I lay speechless as she gently ran her
fingers over the wrinkled skin that contained my testicles. The sac
constricted suddenly and my cock gave a wild spasm in response.
Renate gave an amused, quiet chuckle. She cocked her head to the side
as she ran her fingertips lightly upward along the shaft. "Hmm. It's so
smooth and warm..."
I was paralyzed. I knew I shouldn't allow my niece to pet me like
this -- even more, I knew I shouldn't enjoy it as much as I was. It was
wrong to let her do it, but I was powerless to stop her. And yet, despite
the thrill I was experiencing from the touch of her fingers on my erect
penis, her expression was simply that of curiosity and not anything
outwardly sexual.
Her fingers slid over the sensitive ridge beneath the head, and my
penis spasmed wildly again, and I let out a stifled grunt. Renate looked
in my eyes and smiled, a rush of air escaped through her nose as she
chuckled in amusement. Experimenting, she ran her fingers over the
same spot again and received the same reaction from me. She raised an
eyebrow and silently murmured, "Hmmmm."
She gently grasped me by the shaft and stood my cock up into the
air, her eyes spelling out her amazement at her discovery. Another
spasm vibrated through it and a bubble of pre-seminal fluid oozed out of
the opening. Renate's eyes flashed inquisitively to mine, but didn't wait
for an answer. I felt her fingers wrap gently around me, and she said, "It
doesn't seem that big."
I blinked for a moment. It really isn't. I don't know how "big" it is.
It's not like I've ever measured it or anything. All I know from 20 some
odd years of functioning in the man's world of gyms, executive locker
rooms, and communal showers is that I'm bigger than some, and smaller
than others. I guess I'm about average. "Well, I've never had any
complaints. I always come away satisfied!" It was a sad attempt at
humor, but I laughed nervously anyway.
Renate slowly slid her soft hand up and down the length of my cock,
feeling the soft hardness of a man's erection. Even though she seemed
to simply be experimenting, I was going out of my mind!
"It's so strange how it can be so hard and stiff," she said as she gently
squeezed it, unwittingly coaxing more clear fluid to well up at the tip,
"and yet feel so soft and smooth," she finished as she gently pinched the
flesh of the underside. This caused the skin to stretch tautly along the
entire shaft from the juncture of the head, along the sensitive ridge to
the base. And this, her last action, was finally too much. Before I even
knew it, two weeks of neglect, two weeks of torture, two weeks of
absolute abstinence from any activity came to a final, inexorable boiling
point. An involuntary yell burst forth from my lungs as the whole lower
half of my body seemed to coil up and then explode. A bright, white-
hot stream of semen shot forth from the head of my cock, high into the
air. It was more than just a mere spurt. It extended into a massive,
continuous stream of ejaculate, lasting almost as long as the scream took
to empty my lungs. Then my cock seemed to hesitate, the second spasm
delayed for no apparent reason, only to burst forth almost as powerfully
as the first, racking my brain from the sheer force and the pleasure of
release. Then a torrent of semen shot forth, arcing repeatedly into the
air as Renate simply held on in shocked disbelief.
When it was over, almost as quickly as it had started, I was drained
in every imaginable sense of the word. I was coated in my own cum
from my head to my stomach. Renate simply sat on my thighs staring at
the mess she had caused, her hand still wrapped gently around my
weakly pumping cock, semen dripping from her fingers to the smooth,
hairless skin of my pelvis.
She blinked twice. "Holy SHIT!" was all she said once she pulled
her chin from her chest.
I finally came around and saw the mess. I was mortified. If my sister
found out about this, I was dead. DEAD! What have I just done with
her DAUGHTER?! "Oh, my GOD, Rennie!" I'm so sorry!" I literally
pushed her off of me and ran to the bathroom, making certain to lock
both doors this time. "I should have stopped her!" my mind kept yelling
at me. But how can anyone stop something that feels that good?
Once I got my rampaging guilt under control I took a long shower.
After I was dressed I went out to find the living room empty. The door
to the guest bedroom was closed, so I figured Renate was packing her
things to get the hell out of here.
I started a pot of coffee and went out on the deck to meditate. I
began tinkering with the hoses and their connections with the thought
passing that I was more relaxed now than I had been in over a month.
Gratification mixed with guilt. Guiltification. What a mix.
I had gotten so immersed with the hoses that I had completely
forgotten about the coffee until Renate came out to the deck with two
cups. Her hair was wet, leaving water spots on her light blue t-shirt,
beneath which I only saw her bare legs. I thanked her for the coffee and
we both sipped silently, watching the river slip past, oblivious to us.
We stayed quiet for a long time, and then she turned abruptly to me
and said, "Al..."
"Rennie, " I interrupted, "I just can't express how sorry I am for what
happened this morning. I..."
"No, Al! It was my fault. I should never have let my curiosity take
me that far. I'm the one who should be sorry."
"No, I should have stopped it long before that, Rennie. I'm sorry."
"I'm really sorry, too, Al. I just hope you're not mad at me." The
look on her face was pure terror. I melted.
"God, no, Rennie! I could never be mad at you!" I wrapped my
arms around her, and she reciprocated, squeezing me tightly. "I was just
so afraid that YOU were mad at ME!" Telling her how good it had felt
to release all that stored up sexual frustration, especially at the touch of
the soft hands of such a sexy, beautiful woman definitely was not the
right thing to say at this point, so I kept my mouth shut.
We released the hug and Renate stared at the deck, blushing bright
red. "Al...?"
"What?"
"Is it always that much?" She cocked her head and looked up at me
from beneath the red strands of hair.
"What's that?"
"You know...your...um... um...your...your come." Her face was
now almost as red as her hair.
I felt the blood rising in my own face at the prospect of answering
her question. "Um...well, no. Not...usually."
My answer only seemed to fuel her curiosity. "Oh? Why not? I
mean, what...I mean... Why not?"
How does one put it? "Let's just say that it's been a while for me,
and a little attention...um, as unexpected as it was...a little attention
went a long way." I cleared my throat nervously.
Renate jerked her head up to me, her face about to erupt in laughter.
"I'll say! A LONG way!"
The blazing image of a long rope of semen arcing from my swollen cock and
impossibly high into the air and splatting onto my own face flashed through my
mind, and
I burst out with laughter at her joke. And again I found myself amazed at how
this
woman, this child, could turn any embarrassing situation into a positive
experience.
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Unexpected Company
Part 6
by Eric Shon
Renate and I immediately set to work on the hoses and clamps for
the hot tub. I got her started on pre-fitting the clamps to the ends of the
hoses, and then I went below to begin fitting them. By lunch time they
were all connected and tightened down. We had a quick bite and a cold
drink. Afterward Renate followed me back out to the deck.
"Rennie, the next thing is the plumbing down beneath the deck," I
said. "Not much for you to do."
"OK," she replied. "I'll just lay out some more." The image of her
shapely ass in her thong danced briefly across my memory. Fortunately,
thanks to the morning's earlier release of all my tensions, the image
caused little more than a twinge in my penis, so I went below
comfortably.
The measurements and the cutting of the PVC pipe went fairly
quickly and the tub was finally hooked up to the plumbing system. I
checked all the connections for a final time, checked over the hose
connections once more, and then I climbed back up to the deck. I was
about to call Renate's name just as I looked down at her sunbathing on a
towel spread across the deck. She was lying on her back, totally nude.
I thought again and looked away, and went into the kitchen for a glass
of water.
After a big gulp I just resolved myself to the fact that this kid was a
force of nature. She obviously enjoys being without clothes, so I might
as well not fight it. Just sit back and take in as much as I can and enjoy
it. She's only going to be here a few more days, so what the fuck! Get
an eyeful!
I took off my sweat soaked t-shirt and walked back out to the deck
and sat on a deck chair and studied the exquisite beauty of the goddess
that was my niece. The sheen of moisture coating her body highlighted
curves and depressions, mounds and swells. Her pink nipples resting
atop her modest swells of breast rose and fell gently in time with her
breathing, and her belly did likewise. The tiny, tangled patch of red hair,
darker than that on her head, protected the subtle folds of her
womanhood from the direct rays of sunlight, from the direct gaze of her
uncle. But there she was in all her naked glory, and she was mine alone
to behold. I continued the exercise, my eyes traveling up and down the
length of her body, from her lightly freckled face to her long and shapely
legs to her cute little feet, and back the other way, the whole time my
cock growing and throbbing in my pants.
Then she stirred. Her arm moved up to shield her eyes from the sun
and she craned her head around until she saw me. "Finished?"
I made no effort this time to conceal the fact that I had been staring
at her body. She gave no indication whether she knew that I had been,
nor whether she cared. "Not quite, " I replied. "I still have to hook up
the pump."
Renate turned and sat Indian-style and raised a hand up to me,
beckoning me to help her up. I stood and walked to her and grasped her
hand. "How long will that take?"
I looked at the tub and scratched my head. "Well, anchor the pump,
hook up the hoses, run a cord...about an hour." I hoisted her to her
feet. Her breasts jutted out toward me, her nipples pointing at mine.
"Then what?" she asked, turning her head to look at the tub, too.
"Then we fill it with water, turn the pump on, and get wet."
Renate whirled her head around, her eyes bugged out. "REALLY?
It's done?!"
"Yup!" I answered. "If you want, we can celebrate your going off to
college tonight rather than Saturday. Might as well get some use out of
it!"
"Oh, AL! You are the coolest man in the world!" She wrapped her
arms around me and squeezed tightly. All I could feel were her nipples
boring into my chest. Her breasts were so firm that they didn't seem to
give under the pressure, and the nipples were like blunt darts. I returned
her embrace and felt my hands slide up and down her back, and a little
too far over her buttocks.
"Well, I'd better get to it." I said, reluctantly pushing her nubile body
away from mine. I started on my way back down below when she
stopped me.
"Al, I have a great idea. While you're finishing up the hot tub, I'll
make a nice celebration dinner!"
"Sounds great! Then we'll take a celebratory bath!" I said, chuckling
lightly.
"Deal!" she chirped. She reached up and kissed me, a light peck on
the lips, and then she darted into the house.
I went below and busied myself with the pump, anchoring it in place
and hooking up the various hoses. I went inside for the final step -
electrical cord - and smelled something wonderful coming out of the
oven. I wondered at the time what she could have possibly found in my
kitchen to make such a delicious aroma. She was out of sight herself,
but I heard the shower running as I passed the bathroom on my way to
the idea room where the orange extension cord was that I had decided
to use.
Once back outside I connected the pump to the house's electricity,
climbed atop the deck, filled the tub with water, and turned it on. The
water bubbled and frothed nicely with a gentle, though noticeable hum
from the pump.
When I got back inside Renate was at the stove wearing a big t-shirt.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower and change clothes," I said passing
through.
"Put on something nice. This is a special occasion!" she called out to
me.
After the shower I contemplated in front of my closet for a few
minutes. At first I thought I would feel silly dressing up for dinner in my
own home. But then I thought, this is for Rennie, and it's special for
her. So I laid out a sport coat and a tie on the bed, and pulled on a blue
Oxford knit shirt and khaki pants. I wandered out into the living room
in stocking feet.
"Need any help out here?" I asked.
"Can you set a table?" she asked me back, facing her task at the
stove.
"'Can I set a table?' 'Can I set a table?' you ask?" I responded with
mock incredulity. "Just you wait and see the table I set!"
I leapt into setting one hell of a table. Tablecloth, place mats, salad
forks, dinner forks, spoons, butter knives, steak knives (I didn't even
know what we were having yet!), salad plates, dinner plates, water
glasses, wine goblets, candles, the whole works. I pulled a bottle of
wine from the rack and set it on the table, and then, in a fit of true
inspiration, I reached into the very bottom of the wine rack and pulled
out a bottle of champagne. I looked around for something to put it in,
and I was struck again. There, off in the corner where Renate had
apparently pushed it, sat Concita's bucket, still full of dirty water from
her cleaning job on Sunday. I poured the water out into the sink, rinsed
it out thoroughly, and began dumping ice into it. I carried it back to the
table and jammed the bottle of champagne into the ice and left it to chill
through dinner.
Renate looked in on the setting and whistled. "Now that's a table!"
I beamed proudly and replied, "Well, it has to be to fit a dinner that
smells as wonderful as what you're cooking up."
Renate snorted at me. "It's meat loaf! All you had in the refrigerator
was beer, ground beef , a couple of eggs, and a potato!"
I pursed my lips momentarily. I had gone overboard on the table
even for a presidential dinner, so I figured I might as well roll with this.
I looked back at the grand table, and then at Renate. "So exactly what
wine goes with meat loaf?"
Renate strained to suppress a laugh, her cheeks dimpling madly. "I
don't exactly know. Do we care?"
"Not exactly," I said, a laugh creeping through my words. Renate's
composure broke and she fell into a fit of laughter, and I followed suit.
When we calmed down Renate said, "Well, I'm going to go get
dressed. It should be done by then." As she left the room I walked over
to the stereo and looked for a CD. The whimsy of the evening had not
left me, so I chose an album of sultry, sax-driven, smooth jazz to
complement the romantic mood set by a majestic meal of meat loaf.
I then went to my room and slipped on a pair of casual dress loafers,
and donned my coat and tie. I came back out and lit the candles, filled
the water glasses, and poured the wine.
I heard the door to the guest bedroom open and shut, so I turned to
face the hallway entrance to present the table. Renate came around the
corner and the vision that greeted me caused my heart to rise in my
throat. She had pulled her hair up off of her neck and tied it gracefully
up on her head, sexy little wisps hanging down to frame her face. The
black dress she wore clung tightly to her every feature, a bodice hanging
from a thin string that circled her neck, wrapped under her arms and
around low on her back, leaving her shoulders bare. At either side was
a tantalizing swell of a breast assuring anyone who might be curious that
she wasn't wearing anything underneath the top half of the dress. The
dress finished only a few inches later, barely below mid-thigh. Her long
legs snaked out below into a pair of black suede leather pumps.
I spoke my mind as the thought occurred without thinking to speak.
"Oh, my god, Rennie. You are absolutely stunning!"
Her face bespoke her surprised pleasure. "Why, thank you Uncle
Alvin! You look pretty handsome yourself." She came up to me and
kissed me on the cheek. "Let's eat!"
We served each other her meat loaf, which turned out
wonderfully...as meat loaf goes...and we ate our fill. Over the wine
Renate looked at me silently for a long moment. "Al," she said almost in
a whisper. "I've have had such a great time here with you. I don't know
if I can thank you enough."
I smiled at her. "You don't have to thank me, Rennie..."
"Oh, but I do, Al. I will." She blushed slightly. We sipped the wine
quietly for a few moments, the sax dripping thick riffs from the speakers.
"OK," I said, rising from my chair. "Time for a toast." I plucked the
champagne out of the bucket and popped the cork. Just as I was about
to pour, Renate stopped me.
"WAIT, AL!"
"What is it?"
"We almost forgot the tub! Let's celebrate there like we talked about
today."
She was right. It only seemed appropriate to celebrate in the tub.
After all, that was the reason I had decided to take off of work for the
week and put it in before I had originally planned. I set the bottle back
down into the ice and said, "And so we shall!"
I grabbed the glasses and the champagne/cleaning bucket and headed
out to the deck, and Renate fell into step behind me. The light from the
living room fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows and softly
illuminated the deck. I set the bucket down next to the tub and turned
the pump switch on. I set the thermostat to about 90 degrees and
watched the bubbles churn.
I bent and grabbed the bottle and a glass and began to pour. When I
looked up Renate was unfastening the hook at the back of the string
around her neck. I stood, mesmerized by the realization that this one
simple adjustment would cause the whole thing to come off. She looked
right into my eyes the entire time, drawing her hands forward, each
clutching an end of the string, and lowering her hands slowly to her
sides. She was doing a deliberate strip-tease for me, and was making it
as exciting as she possibly could. She stood for a moment, her nipples
hardening in the cool night air. Then, with her hands at her sides she
grasped the hem of her skirt and subtly wiggled her hips to coax the
fabric over her shapely hips. The fabric pulled away, slowly revealing to
me that she was not wearing a stitch under that dress. My heart leapt
into my throat again as the realization hit that she had been sitting across
from me at dinner with no panties on under her dress! My cock was
stirring like crazy inside my undershorts, trying to straighten itself out as
quickly as possible. When the black fabric was clear of the widest point
of Renate's hips, it simply fell to the deck in a small pile at her feet. She
stepped out of the dress and stood for a moment, clad now only in those
black suede leather pumps, her sleek legs rising from them, parting
seductively, and then returning at the top of her hips, where my eyes
suddenly locked.
"Rennie! Your..."
Without looking down to where I was, she said, "I shaved. Just like
you." She walked toward me, walked like I hadn't seen her walk in the
four days she had been here. Her hips undulated sensuously as she
stepped toward me, causing her now bare pussy to swing hypnotically
back and forth. "See?" She reached down and spread her legs a bit, and
pulled up on her bare, shaved flesh. Her head turned up to me, her eyes
mere slits as she savored her fingers on herself. "I can't believe how
smooth it feels."
My eyes locked on her hand as it pulled wantonly up on the soft flesh
of her pussy. She placed her hand over mine on the full champagne
glass. She pulled the glass out of my hand and said, "Let's get wet."
She walked to the edge of the tub, slipped off her pumps, and slid slowly
into the churning water.
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Unexpected Company
Part 7
by Eric Shon
With my hands trembling, I pulled my clothes off. I got to my
undershorts and pulled them off without even thinking twice of my
raging hard-on, even though Renate stared at it from the moment it
sprang free until I slipped into the water next to her.
"Mmmm. This feels great!" she said, rocking her head back. I did
the same, enjoying the sensation of the warm bubbles rising all around
my body, working into every nook, cranny, bend, and fold of my body.
My solitary pleasure was momentarily interrupted when she said,
"Refill!" I opened my eyes to see her holding her empty champagne
glass in front of my face. I looked around to see where I had left the
bucket and found it on the deck just beyond Renate to her right. I
reached around her for it, but it was just out of reach. I had to raise
myself to get a foot on the seat so I could reach behind Renate to get
the bucket. As my hand touched the bucket I felt the cool evening air
grace my erection. My right hip was touching Renate's shoulder, so my
cock must have been almost right in her face! When this realization hit
me, I grabbed the rim of the bucket and sat down quickly, splashing
water up into the air. I looked briefly at her, but her face gave away no
indication of what she saw or thought.
I held my glass in my left hand and poured with my right. As I did
this, Renate slid toward me and reached her left arm around my neck,
glass in hand, presenting it to me to fill as I did mine. I was intensely
conscious of her breasts rubbing wetly against my right arm as I poured.
I became aware of Renate pressing harder against my arm, so I looked
at her to see what was up. Her face was right next to mine, and her eyes
burned into my eyes from an inch away. She let out a feverish sigh and
suddenly dropped the glass into the water, raised up and planted her lips
on mine. At first I didn't know what I should do, but then her left hand
grasped the back of my head and pulled me to her. Just then I felt her
tongue dart out against my lips. I resisted kissing my niece this way. It
wasn't right. No sooner had her tongue assaulted my lips than I felt her
right hand slip through the water and come to rest on my belly, and then
slide quickly downward and grasp my rigid cock! My reaction was to
gasp, which caused my mouth to open, which allowed entry to her
probing tongue. Her hand slid down past the base of my penis and over
my balls. My left hand released the full glass, and my right released the
bottle, which floated off somewhere in the tub. Both hands reached up
and caressed Renate's face and I returned her kiss in earnest, my tongue
swatting at hers, they both intertwining in their lustful, erotic dance.
Her right hand returned to my cock and gripped it tightly. Renate then
turned her body toward me, lifted, and she moved in front of me. Her
tits raised out of the water, and it wasn't until I felt them graze my chin
and slide downward that I fully realized what she was doing.
"RENNIE! NO!" My hands raised up to her ribs, just beside each of
her breasts, but it was too late. Under the 90 degree water I felt white
heat envelop the head of my cock, sending an uncontrollable shudder up
my body, and then she slid down quickly and softly, her pubic bone
thumping against mine. "UUUUHHHH!" I gasped. A tiny thought in
my brain focused on the ease with which she impaled herself on me --
absolutely no resistance.
"OH, Jesus FUCK!" Renate cried, and then she sucked hungrily on
my neck. My hips jerked up involuntarily, a whole system of values
below my brain working their own agenda. I felt her knees raise up and
bump my elbows, and her arms wrapped around my neck. With her feet
on the seat on either side of my hips, Renate began bouncing up and
down on my rigid cock. Within only a few seconds I felt her body go
rigid and she uttered unintelligible syllables. A mind bending symphony
of muscular contractions wracked my tightly enveloped dick as her
orgasm wracked her body. A pleasure spasm pulsed in my cock and
shot through my body, and I cast all of my misgivings into the night air.
There was one fantastically gorgeous woman wrapped around my cock,
and I could no longer see the reason around resisting her despite the fact
that she was my sister's daughter. Just as Renate's orgasm was releasing
its grip on her body, I grasped a firm butt cheek in each hand and held
her still while I pumped frantically into her hot pussy.
"OH! Yes, Uncle Al, YES!" she panted into my ear. The water was
sloshing wildly around us as I ravaged her cunt below the surface. She
participated in the rhythm of our fuck by supporting her weight with her
grip on my shoulders. Then suddenly her grip became vice-like and she
just hugged me to her chest. Between clenched teeth she screamed out
another orgasm, her body going rigid again. Only this time I kept going,
forcing her onto my dick and back off of it with the grip of my hands on
her ass. Another scream lashed out at the night, only this time she
couldn't stifle it between her teeth. The heat of her passion echoed out
over the river. She simply went limp on me, as though she had fainted,
but still conscious. Without removing my cock from the tight confines
of her pussy, I lifted her up as I stood, turned, rested her gently on the
deck, and continued to pummel her snatch. My legs were still immersed
in the water of the hot tub, her ass hanging just over the edge of the tub.
I held her legs aloft and took in the breathtaking sight of her body in
sexual overload. Renate simply lolled her head from side to side as I
pounded into her pussy. I looked down in disbelief as my tumescent
penis plowed her pink folds, bare skin to bare skin as our shaved
pelvises came into repeated contact, our wet flesh beating out the
rhythm of our passion with a thick "splap" every time I sank myself into
my niece's hot, tight, pussy. She just lay there moaning incoherently as I
drilled her, her pussy clasping and then releasing my cock.
Slowly I felt an expansion start at the base of my cock, seemingly
thickening with each stroke. My scrotum seemed to constrict tightly as
if more and more flesh was needed to supply the expansion of my rod
into Renate's tight folds. Suddenly my rhythm broke. My hips began to
jerk spasmodically on each thrust until finally I lunged forth into Renate,
my hands pulling at her thighs in order to bury myself as deeply inside
her as I could. Deep, deep inside my niece I felt the head of my cock
expand with excruciating pleasure and then the violent expulsion of my
semen coated the walls of her vagina again and again. I arched my back
and craned my head back and I saw stars...of course we were outside
and it was night time, so I really saw stars. But for that moment it was
as if I were adrift in the universe. No sound, no sensation, no world, no
gravity could interrupt this solitude...except for a scream off in the
distance. A scream that seemed to draw slowly nearer to the universe I
drifted through. A scream that sounded vaguely familiar. The scream
that was my voice echoing through my head and out into the woods
surrounding my house. The scream that ended as I dumped a huge load
of my sperm laden semen into my incredibly gorgeous 17 year old niece.
I collapsed forward on top of her and she weakly looped her legs
around me. We both lay there panting, speechless, until she giggled a
little bit. Then I felt her run her fingers through my hair as she said,
"You filled me up quite well!"
"Thanks," I said in response to what I thought was a compliment.
"No. You really filled me up. It's running down my butt!"
I raised up off of her and looked down at the juncture of our bodies.
Sure enough, at the opening of her vagina, around the base of my still
submerged cock was an ample dose of my semen slowly trickling down
between her buttocks. I slowly withdrew my still rigid penis from her
and a huge dollop of white cream oozed out of her pussy.
"Jesus!" I said. "I don't think I've ever come that much before!"
"What," Renate sputtered. "You mean since this morning?" I
remembered back to the surprise of that morning when my cock went
off in her hand. "I thought you said it wasn't always that much!"
Swallowing a sudden pang of guilt for having just fucked my niece
silly, not to mention myself, I simply said, "It must be you."
Renate giggled. "Must be..."
I fished the bottle of champagne and the two glasses out of the tub,
poured them both, and lay down beside Renate on the deck.
After a few sips of the bubbly Renate sighed, "God, Al. I never
knew it could feel so good. I was so far gone I couldn't even remember
my name. It was never like that before."
"Before?" I said. "So there's been a 'before.'"
"You thought I was a virgin?" Renate asked, her voice sliding up in
pitch, revealing surprise.
"Well," I stammered. "I guess I assumed it since you were so wide-
eyed at the beach yesterday, and then this morning."
"Nope," she answered. "I lost it when I was fifteen. I gave it to
David Boyd. What a jerk." She sighed, and then went on. "He just
couldn't wait. He always had his hands up my shirt, down my jeans,
always putting my hands on his crotch. He got me all bothered one
night, and I said what the hell. He just rammed it in me the first time,
and before the worst pain went away he came. And then he left. And
every time we did it after that it was pretty much the same. In-out, in-
out, and POP! And then he'd leave me with his stuff just dripping out of
me. I never even got to see his penis up close. He just whipped it out,
put it in, came, and went. Then a girlfriend of mine got pregnant with
her boyfriend, and I got scared so I called off the sex with him. And
then he dumped me.
"Anyway, that's why I was so interested in yours. I've never seen
one up close...until now." I remained silent after her revelation. She
looked at me. "Are you disappointed, Al?"
I squirmed a little. "Well, a little. I guess when I realized what we
were going to do I had expected it to be your first time. But I guess I'm
also a little relieved that the man who took your virginity wasn't
your...um...wasn't...."
"My uncle?" she finished my thought. "Well, I guess it doesn't really
matter. I didn't value it enough to wait and let someone special take it.
And besides, you're the one who made it special for me. I've never felt
this good before, and you're the one who made me feel this way. I knew
you'd make it special."
I sat up with a start. "Hang on a minute, Rennie! You have to know
that I didn't intend to do this. It just happened. I didn't plan this."
Renate smiled at me and reached up to my shoulder, pulling me back
down to lie next to her. "No, Al. It didn't just happen. I know you
didn't plan it. I did!"
"WHAT?!" I sat up again.
"Calm down," she said, pulling me back down next to her. "I've
wanted this since I can't remember when. When you told me at
Christmas three years ago that I could come visit you any time, I
couldn't wait for the chance! I wasn't sure what I was going to do when
I got here until you came to get me at that convenience store.
"When you pulled up in your truck and hopped out...Jeezus! I got all
wet!"
"RENNIE!" I blushed. My penis stirred.
"Well, I did! And then dancing with you at Betty Jean's that first
night? When we got home I was so wet I couldn't wait to get out of my
clothes and rub myself off. I did it thinking about you and how I felt
you against me...down there...while we danced.
"It was that night, after I got myself off, that decided I wanted you to
make love to me. I tried the next morning but you ran off. Then, when
we went to the beach I thought for sure you'd go for it when you
suggested skinny dipping..."
I interrupted. "I never suggested it. I just mentioned it."
"Same difference." She continued. "I thought more dancing would
get you in the mood, but it didn't. Nothing seemed to get you to want
to make love to me. You never made a move."
"And I never would have, Rennie. God knows you've been driving
me crazy. You're an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman. But you're my
niece. My sister's daughter. It's wrong. I'm gonna go to hell for this."
Renate seemed to ignore my concerns. "So I took matters into my
own hands..." She reached out and began to stroke my cock, which
hadn't quite subsided yet from our earlier activity.
"Rennie, please!" I said, removing her hand from my penis.
Nonetheless, it responded to her touch.
"This morning I thought I had you for sure when you let me touch
you. But after you came you freaked and ran off. I was afraid you
wouldn't come out of the bathroom."
I said, "I was afraid you went into your room to pack up and leave. I
was so embarrassed!"
"No," she said. "I went back to my room to masturbate! I couldn't
believe I got to touch your penis, but when it went off like that just from
my touching it, I was dizzy. I lost count of the number of times I came
in my bed!"
The image of her jerking me off, and then my imagined vision of her
jerking herself off caused my penis to twitch and rise off of my belly.
Renate slowly stroked my chest. "When you told me the hot tub
would be done today, and that we could celebrate, I knew that it had to
be tonight or I'd go crazy! I'm glad it finally happened. I can't wait to
do it again!"
I sighed. "Rennie. We can't do it again. This was wrong." The very
hot moment when she swung her leg over me in the hot tub and slid her
pussy over my cock played itself back in my memory, and I regretted
that we couldn't do it again. But then her hand was on my hard cock
again. I wrapped my hand around her wrist, but she had her hand
wrapped around my tool, so the more I tugged at her wrist, the more
friction was applied to my penis. At that moment she rolled toward me
and kissed me deeply. I didn't resist like I wanted to. I opened my
mouth and welcomed her tongue. I let go of her wrist, but she
continued to stroke me. Before I knew it she had raised herself to her
knees and then straddled me again. I looked up just in time to feel her
pussy swallow my cock, again her searing white-hot pussy sinking
immediately to the bottom.
Renate leaned forward this time and pressed her tits into my face. I
searched out one nipple and sucked hungrily on it. Just then she sat up
and looked me in the eyes, a lusty smile across her face as she rode my
cock in and out of her hole.
"Come on, Al. Tell me this is wrong. Tell me you don't love the
way it feels to be sticking way up inside me. If you're going to hell for
this, then I'm going with you. Come on, Al. Take me to hell with you!"
With a lustful grunt she leaned back down again, supporting herself
with her hands on the deck on either side of me. I reached my mouth up
to suck on her tits once again. I heard a sloppy squishing noise and
knew that it was her wet pussy sucking on my cock. I could feel every
square inch of her vaginal walls as they slid wetly and tightly over every
square inch of my penis. And I felt the last square inch of my conviction
give way. I surrendered to my hot, sexy, gorgeous niece in that
moment.
"I love you Rennie. Oh, GOD! Ride my cock!" She paused for a
moment to shift her feet under her and then she began bouncing along
the entire length of my cock, supporting her weight with her hands on
my chest. Her breathing grew sharp and the slurping noise became more
noticeable as her speed increased. I felt a cool sensation sliding over my
scrotum. I glanced down between our bodies and saw that there was a
clear fluid running down the shaft of my cock each time Renate
withdrew me from within her. This liquid was running down over my
balls. As the realization hit me that she was having orgasm after orgasm
out of her love for me and the action of our bodies together, I quickly
went over the edge. I launched another powerful stream of semen into
my niece's hot wet orifice. I felt the grunt strain past my throat and she
looked down at me, smiling. She lowered her face to mine for a sweet
kiss, and then she collapsed dreamily onto my chest.
After a few moments she lifted her pussy off of me. I couldn't believe
it, but I was still over half-erect. Renate looked down at the copious amount
of semen that had leaked out of her and onto me. She looked back into my eyes,
giggled, and said. "We're not stopping tonight until that thing is empty!"
***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
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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.
Tell me what you think of this story! Send comments to ericshon@aol.com
Author: Eric Shon <EricShon@aol.com>
-- CJ
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