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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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