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Celebration - 2
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

A guy comes home to India to celebrate his parent's 
anniversary and ends up in bed with a niece and later 
with his sister. (M/F-teen, MF, inc, 1st, mast, india)

***

PART 2: Celebrating Again

The other day I got a long distance call from my older 
sister. Very long distance, as in international. She 
was calling me from India. That had to be costing her 
an "arm and a leg". Fortunately my service plan allows 
for a few international long distance minutes.

"What's up, sis?"

"I'll make it quick. This is costing me a fortune!" 
She exaggerated. "I have a round trip ticket waiting 
for you, I was hoping you could come out here and 
discuss plans for mom and dad's anniversary."

Wow, it must have been really important if she was 
paying to fly me out to India and back! I'd never been 
out to see her [nor her back her since she moved to 
India all those years ago] so I was curious to check 
India out. Plus I had nothing better to do, right?

"All right, I'll catch the next flight out, sis."

"Thank you!" She said, relief in her voice. "See you 
soon!" Then she hung up.

I popped over to our parent' house to pack a suitcase 
[I grabbed most of the new clothes Sarai had bought me 
during our trip to Florida] then headed to the 
airport. I figured even if I wasn't able to fly out 
today I'd have the clothes ready in my van.

I lucked out, though. A jet was leaving in an hour and 
it hadn't been fully booked. On top of that, the 
roundtrip ticket my sister bought me was first class! 
I'd be flying in style all the way.

After an eventful trip [I may write about that 
adventure sometime...] which lasted more than twice as 
long as Sarai and i's plane to Florida, I arrived in 
India.

I called my sister from a payphone and told her I'd 
just arrived.

"That was quick! I'll take a coffee break and come and 
pick you up," She said.

Ten minutes later she was there. She jumped out of the 
car and hugged me.

"Thank you for coming!" She said.

"I was glad to come, sis," I replied, looking her 
over. Motherhood had been good to her. I remember how 
hot she was before she had left for India as a teen.

But now, even though her body was cloaked by her 
traditional Indian garb, I could tell her body had 
filled out more, her hips, her butt, but especially 
her tits.

Her tits had been smaller in her late teens, though 
not as small as Sarai's had been, but now it was 
obvious she was at least a DD-cup! Her saree hugged 
her narrow waist [that must've took a lot of work to 
slim down her midsection after Veeta was born] and 
full, large butt. I knew what I'd be thinking about in 
bed that night...

She opened the trunk for me and I slid my suitcase in. 
Then we got in her car and sped to her house. She 
talked about her job, asked how I was, about Sarai and 
our parents. We didn't really have much time to talk. 
Soon we were at her house.

I got my suitcase out of the car trunk [as I eyed my 
sister's "trunk" hungrily] then followed her to the 
front door. She let me in and showed me to my room. 
Giving me my own house key, she said we'd talk about 
our parent's anniversary when she had more time after 
work.

"Promise," She said, then kissed me on the cheek, 
pressing her huge tits against my arm before rushing 
back out to work.

I went to my room to whack out a load after all that.

I finally unpacked and hung up my shirts and put my 
pants , shorts, briefs, etc. in the long bureau in my 
room.

The room was average in size but the furnishings 
looked expensive: the bed, bureau, the walls were 
wood-paneled. The floor was thickly carpeted, wall-to-
wall as they say, dark in color. I liked the whole 
setup.

I decided to explore. My sister and her husband had a 
pretty large house. There were other rooms like mine, 
guest rooms I guess, on the first floor, as well as a 
library, a den, a large dining room and an even larger 
kitchen.

Off the kitchen was a patio that overlooked their 
massive backyard which was covered in gardens, 
fountains, you name it.

I headed upstairs. Most of the doors were closed and I 
didn't open any of those. One door that was open was 
an extremely large bedroom, though it had an air of 
disuse.

I had the feeling this room was being set aside for 
our parents. It had a large walk-in closet, two 
bureaus and a very large four-post bed. I imagined 
that my sister and her husband's bedroom was pretty 
much the same, as well as my niece Veeta's.

I found the door leading to the attic. I went up to 
check it out. It was large with many ceiling windows, 
and immaculately clean. Nothing much to see up her so 
I left and headed back down to the first floor. I was 
going to hang out in my room. I figured I'd watch 
television, they had satellite television.

But as I reached the first floor I heard the front 
door open. I went to see if my sister was home 
already.

It wasn't.

"Who are you?!?"

"Who are you?" I asked, though I had an idea already.

"Veeta."

It was my niece. She was a mini version of my older 
sister; I'd guess Veeta at about 5'2, very slim except 
for her D-cup tits. I imagined by eighteen she'd have 
bigger tits than both my sister's had at that age.

I knew Veeta was sixteen though she only looked 
thirteen, maybe fourteen.

"I'm Jim," I told her.

"Uncle Jim?" She asked, her expression softening. I 
nodded. Veeta smiled. "No one told me you were coming. 
I didn't even know what you looked like or aunt Sarai, 
mom and dad don't have any pictures of either of you. 
Mom did say you were a lot lighter than us."

"Disappointed?" I teased.

"No," Veeta laughed. "Are you?"

"Never," I replied. "You are as hot as your mom and 
aunt. I've always preferred dark-skinned women."

Veeta looked embarrassed. "I've never been crazy about 
dark-skinned guys," She admitted. "Don't tell mom."

We both laughed.

Veeta said she had to do her homework and I went to my 
room and watched television until my sister got home.

When she got home she went to take a shower and sad 
she'd start dinner. After dinner we'd talk. I had a 
vision of her in the shower, water cascading down her 
amazing body... I went back to my room to jerk off.

I met my sister's husband when he rushed in just when 
my sister called Veeta and I for dinner. He went 
upstairs to wash up then joined us. He didn't talk 
much except when my sister would ask him a question 
and he always replied in his language. I find out 
later he hardly knew any English.

After dinner he rushed off to his study to some 
paperwork my sister told me. After Veeta went up to 
her room and I helped my sister clear the table, she 
told me her plans for our parents' anniversary as we 
loaded the dishwasher.

Our parents and Sarai would be coming here for the 
anniversary party. After my sister and her husband 
were going to surprise our parents with a trip to 
Europe. They had planned to go themselves as kind of a 
"second Honeymoon", then my sister had suggested they 
bring our parents as an anniversary present for them

I thought it was a great idea. She said Sarai agreed 
with me and she paid for half the trip.

"The thing is, we'll be gone for over three weeks," My 
sister explained. "Veeta doesn't need a 'babysitter' 
but we don't want to leave her by herself.

I had asked Sarai to stay for a few weeks but she said 
she can only take the time off for our parents' 
anniversary party then she's flying right back the 
next morning. I was hoping you would stay here for us. 
I'll give you spending money and you won't really have 
to watch her all that much. Promise."

"I'd be glad to, sis, not a problem."

She smiled and stood up. She hugged me, pressing her 
huge tits into my chest as she |this time] kissed me 
on the lips.

"Thank you! I really appreciate this very much."

She gave me more details then headed upstairs. I 
rushed to me room to get my "dragon" to go back to 
"sleep". My sister didn't make it easy for me with 
that body, AND that unsisterly hug and kiss.

Sarai showed up the night before mom and dad's 
anniversary party. Our parents would be here in the 
afternoon. Sarai was given the room next to mine, 
which was perfect.

I was horny as fuck and after everyone went to bed 
Sarai slipped into my room and we fucked all night.

That was a good thing, because the next day I was more 
myself when mom and dad arrived. Otherwise mom 
would've known something was up because she could read 
me like a book.

It was good for all of us to be together. Mom and dad 
had been out here many times so Veeta knew them well 
and was happy to see them.

The party was a success. Many friends of mom showed up 
she hadn't seen in decades. And looks on mom's and 
dad's faces when they got their "big present", 
priceless. It was a good thing dad had taken the early 
retirement two years ago or they'd've missed out on 
the trip because of him having to work.

The party ran late and our parents were the first to 
go to bed, exhausted. Sarai and I helped our sister 
clean up and soon she went upstairs to join her 
husband. Veeta had already gone to bed, so when Sarai 
gave me that mischievous grin right there in the 
kitchen I was all for it.

She stripped and pulled off my clothes and I fucked 
her right on the kitchen table. It was a miracle she 
was able to keep quiet! Then we grabbed our clothes 
and retired to my room for some more fucking.

She didn't stay long, she wanted to get in a few hours 
before she had to catch her plane back home.

"I'll miss you," Sarai whispered, kissing me. "And 
this," She grinned as she gave my cock a squeeze.

"Me, too," I replied. "Three weeks without you..." I 
groaned.

"I know! But we'll make it through." Sarai kissed me 
once more and slipped out of my room. In the morning 
when I woke up she was gone.

That afternoon my sister, her husband and our parents 
left to catch their own plane.

I watched some television until I heard Veeta come 
home.

"Hey," I said.

"Where is everyone?" She asked.

"Sarai left this morning and everyone else left an 
hour and half ago," I told Veeta.

She pouted. "No one tells me anything. I didn't know 
they were leaving so soon! I didn't get to say good 
bye..."

"I'm sure they'll call from the plane or once they 
land and get to their hotel," I said reassuringly.

"I doubt it," My niece said, still pouting. "I have to 
go and do my homework," She said as she headed to the 
dining room.

"All right. Yell for me if you need any help."

I went back to my room, debated whether or not to 
masturbate and vetoed the idea... At least for now.

I watched a half hour sitcom then started to feel 
hungry. I got up to get a bite to eat.

I went into the dining room to see if Veeta wanted 
something to eat. I stopped dead in my tracks.

My niece still looked glum. She was leaning her cheek 
on her left hand as she did her homework. She had on a 
teal-colored saree on, which she had loosened up at 
the top.

Her right tit was fully visible. I began to get hard.

"Mmmm..." I said. Veeta looked up at me innocently. "I 
see you're already getting your mom's tits," I 
grinned.

She shot her head down and gasped. She quickly covered 
her tit.

I was standing in front of the table now across from 
her. "Don't do that," I said, moving her hands and 
pulling her saree wide open, exposing her tits, 
cupping the right one. My niece didn't try to resist. 
"They're so beautiful..."

"Really?" Veeta asked. "You like my breasts?"

I came around the table and cupped both of her large 
young tits. "I love them," I replied as I started 
kneading. Her nipples soon hardened.

Without meaning to I blurted out, "Damn, you are 
making me so horny!"

Veeta giggled. "I know!" She said, eyeing my crotch. 
"You're all swollen up now."

She bit her lip nervously.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." She kept staring at my crotch. "I've never 
seen one before..."

"Never?" I asked incredulously.

Veeta shook her head.

"Go ahead and take it out," I told her.

She looked up at me, I guess to see if I was serious. 
Then she looked back down at my crotch and reached out 
and unzipped my jeans.

My niece stuck her hand in and tried to pull it out. 
It wasn't going to work.

I grinned as she pulled her hand out. She unbuckled my 
belt this time, then unbuttoned my jeans and pushed 
them down. I hadn't worn underwear so my cock was 
throbbing right in front of my niece.

"Oh, wow..." She whispered, just staring down at it.

Finally I said "Stroke it."

So Veeta took it in her hand and moved it up and down. 
It began to leak precum. It slowly oozed down the head 
of my cock and onto her small hand. My niece giggled.

"Why don't you give it a lick," I suggested.

Veeta looked up at me. "I couldn't do that! That would 
be wrong, and disgusting."

"All right," I said. "Just stroke it then."

She nodded and looked back down at my throbbing cock.

"Stroke it faster," I said. Veeta did. Some of my 
precum splashed onto her tits. She didn't seem to 
notice. I moaned.

"Do you like it, uncle Jim?" Veeta asked.

"Yeah... Don't stop..."

"I won't," She giggled again. She stroked it even 
faster.

My lips started to get dry; I licked them to moisten 
them up. I closed my eyes and let my head loll back.

I felt my orgasm coming. I groaned.

"Ooo, it's getting bigger!" My niece gushed.

I couldn't speak, I just let nature take its course.

Moment's later jizz began to jet from my cock and onto 
her young tits. Veeta gasped but held her aim. Blast 
after blast of cum splattered across her tits and her 
eyes stayed locked on the scene.

When my load petered out and my cock began to soften, 
Veeta moaned. She let go of my cock.

"I - I have to finish my homework," She said.

I figured she was embarrassed and now regretted doing 
it. "Oh, okay," I replied, tucking my cock back in and 
heading out of the dining room.

When I turned around briefly, I saw my niece hadn't 
covered up her tits.

I went back to my room and lay down, thinking I'd need 
to be careful from now on around her.

Later on I got up and made us dinner. She talked about 
this new movie that was out animatedly, acting like 
nothing had happened.

After dinner she helped me put the dishes in the 
dishwasher then headed upstairs for the night.

I jumped in the shower, I needed to feel that hot 
water hitting me. It felt good, relaxing. I came out 
fifteen, twenty minutes later feeling a lot better. I 
figured I'd be able to sleep now. I wrapped a towel 
around my waist and left the bathroom. I stopped in 
the kitchen for something to drink then headed to my 
room.

I laid back and started to drift off...

Then there was a knock on my door. Of course it was 
Veeta.

"Come in."

The door opened and she slipped into the room.

"Hi."

"Hi," She replied.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I can't sleep," Veeta said. "I keep thinking about 
what we did before..."

"I'm sorry, Veeta."

"I'm not," She retorted. "I - I liked it. I can't get 
your penis out of my mind, uncle Jim. I took a hot 
shower to try to relax, then I tried to, to rub myself 
but it only made me more, how'd you say, horny."

"So what are you saying, Veeta?"

"Playing with your penis made me feel grown up, like a 
women," She said. She untied the sash on her robe and 
slid it off, baring her naked, firm body.

Her pussy was very hairy. "I want to feel like a woman 
for real, uncle Jim."

We looked into each other's eyes and I knew Veeta 
meant it.

I pulled back my covers, exposing my naked body, 
inviting her in. She smiled and crawled under and into 
my arms.

We kissed. She kissed me awkwardly at first but got 
better quickly.

My cock was hard from Veeta pressing her hot body 
against me. She moaned and rolled on top of me, 
gripping my penis.

"I want to be on top," She grinned mischievously. "My 
friend at school said she saw her mother do it like 
that to her father."

"I have no problem with that, Veeta," I assured her.

She stroked my cock as she sat up and straddled me. 
She lowered herself until the head was between the 
lips of her pussy. Veeta moaned and rubbed my cock 
between the lips. As she got wetter her juices ran 
down onto the head of my cock. As she continues to 
stroke it her juices coated my cock. It was obvious 
she put some thought into all of this.

She lowered herself further until the head of my cock 
hit her hymen. Sliding back up a bit Veeta put my 
hands on her waist. Closing her eyes, she slammed 
herself down on my cock fully.

As her cherry broke, she let out a sound that reminded 
me of a cat hissing angrily. She put her hands on my 
shoulders, tears in her eyes, as she began to move up 
and down my cock. I saw some blood ooze out but her 
juices overwhelmed it and I no longer could see it.

My eyes traveled up Veeta's body to her large tits as 
they bounced with each thrust of her young body.

She was moaning now. Her moans slowly grew louder. In 
less than two minutes my niece gave herself her first 
orgasm.

She began to ride me faster and harder, really 
pounding down on me. Her next orgasm was more intense 
and longer-lasting as she shrieked louder than any 
girl I'd ever fucked.

She was leaning over me now, her long hair dangling 
down into my face as she rode me harder. It was 
obvious she was tiring out. Three more orgasms and she 
collapsed on my chest.

She whimpered she didn't want to stop.

Neither did I.

I rolled her over, careful not to put my full weight 
on her, and began to fuck. She groaned as I brought 
her to another orgasm half a minute later.

We were both covered in sweat and moaning and groaning 
as I continued to thrust into my niece as deep as 
possible. Since I'd cum that afternoon [with Veeta's 
help of course] I lasted a long, long time. It was at 
least fifty minutes - a record for me - before I 
grunted and began to plant my incestuous seed into my 
young, hot niece and lover. Veeta clung to me as a 
spurted into her over and over until I was spent.

I finally slid out of her, feeling our fluids rush out 
behind my cock, and collapsed onto my back.

Veeta crawled on top of me, her huge tits crushed 
against me, and we kissed.

"Oh, uncle Jim! This is going to be the best three 
weeks of my life!"

I kissed my niece. "I could not have expressed it any 
better, baby..." and we fell asleep in each other's 
arms... 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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