"Are you ready to go?" The demand in my sister's voice was grating and annoying as hell.
"Go where?"
"To the beach. Why do you think we came here?"
"I thought it was to visit everyone. You guys go without me, I'm tired from the drive and want to lie down for a bit. I'll come down later."
"Whatever, Mister Boring. Cathy and I and the guys are going down with Sarah and the kids. We'll see you later." The group filed out the door, leaving me alone.
I can finally get some rest. Dang, that drive was a pain in the ass. Kicking off my shoes, I laid across the couch and almost immediately fell asleep.
...only to be startled awake by a sudden clattering in the kitchen and a loud "Fuck!"
Shaking the cobwebs from my brain, I quickly got up from the couch and rushed around the corner to see what was happening.
"God, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" My niece Sarah was bent over in front of one of the cabinets, holding a pan, her panty-clad ass on full display. "I was trying to get this out and the stuff around it fell and made a racket. Sorry again."
"No big deal," I told her. I noticed that her hair was wet, as if she was fresh out of a shower, and that she was wearing a short terry robe that just reached the top of her thighs.
Oh, goddam.
I should make a few things clear here. Sarah is a looker, and despite our familial relationship I can certainly appreciate the model of feminine pulchritude she represents. About 5'5" with long brown hair framing a roundish face, she works hard to take care of herself and it shows in her just perfect shape. More about that in a moment.
Sarah's most prominent feature is her face; she is endlessly smiling, and that smile reaches her sparkling brown eyes, making it a genuine expression of mirth. Between that and her unfailingly positive and even joyful attitude, I like to kid her about farting rainbows everywhere she goes.
And that shape! Proportioned exactly right for her height, her slim hips flare out just enough from a trim waist and promise a suitably petite ass. Upstairs she is blessed with what are possibly the most perfect tits in creation, two perfect half cantaloupes standing firm and proud on her chest, normally filling to perfection the t-shirts she usually wore.
But back to the situation at hand.
"I thought you were at the beach," I said. They had left less than an hour ago.
"I was, but everyone else wanted to go up to the boardwalk. I didn't feel like it and came back here to wash off the sunscreen and sand." So I was right about the shower...
When she straightened up and turned to face me, my breathing skipped a couple of cycles. Her robe was just hanging on, the belt unfastened and the front hanging open. It stood out from her body as it draped over those perfect melons, the inner half of each exposed to reveal their firmness and strength. I saw bare skin from her neck to the skimpy white lace panties she wore and couldn't tear my eyes away.
Her voice interrupted my reverie. "Excuse me. EXCUSE ME." She put one hand on her hip and tried to look indignant but made no attempt to close the robe or cover herself any further. I sheepishly looked up to her face and flushed.
"Sorry. I was, um, distracted."
"I can see that. Did I pass your inspection?"
I tried to recover quickly; the ice was very, very thin here. "With flying colors, and you know it. I'm standing here confronted with a beautiful woman who happens to be my favorite niece and who is openly displaying pretty much every one of her quite substantial assets." I held her gaze.
Her indignant stance was an act and she softened immediately. She glanced down at her robe. "Sorry," she murmured as she pulled the robe slightly more closed. "When the boys are at school I usually spend my mornings at home dressed pretty much like this. I spend so much time alone that I tend to forget that I can't do that when others are around."
"It's okay," I answered. "It just caught me by surprise." I started to turn back to the living room.
"Tom, hey, sorry again," she said, pulling the halves of the robe together and holding the edges. "I grew up around you guess I always knew you would take care of me, no matter what I did."
I stopped and turned back toward her. "Sarah, you might as well be my own daughter. I sure love you as if you were. But you're not the toddler I rocked to sleep or the six-year-old I chased around the yard. You're a strikingly gorgeous thirty-year-old with kids of your own." I turned away again, stopping when her hand touched my shoulder.
"Do you mean that?" she asked softly as I turned yet again toward her. "You're not just saying that?"
"Saying what?"
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" I turned fully toward her and put my hands on her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes.
"No, I don't think you're pretty. I think you are drop-dead gorgeous, the kind of gorgeous that makes people take a second look. Most men would say you're smoking hot. Hell, so would most women."
Two-three-four...
Sarah threw her arms around my neck and moved up against me, embracing me in a hug. "Oh, Tom, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you." She sounded like she was going to cry. I embraced her in return.
I meant every single word of it and wanted her to know it.
But let's look at the situation: When she reached up to hug me the robe parted again, so here I am in my board shorts and a T-shirt, holding this stunningly beautiful, mostly naked creature against me, feeling those firm, ripe breasts crushed against my chest and knowing that the only thing separating her silky tanned skin from mine was the thin fabric of my shirt. The blood was rushing unbidden to a very noticeable part of my anatomy, so I tried to keep my hips far enough away from her so she wouldn't feel my unwelcome growth.
She may be my niece, but goddam, she feels awfully damn good.
Then she made things infinitely worse. Lifting her head from my shoulder but keeping her arms around my neck, Sarah brought her face in front of mine and planted the sweetest, gentlest of kisses right on my mouth. Nothing more than that, none of the open-mouth-searching-tongues passion of a romance novel, just a nice, soft pressing of lips lasting a couple of seconds.
Oh fuck me. I am lost.
Finally backing away, she said, "You are just the sweetest man. Come talk to me while I finish getting dressed." She turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom, not bothering to hold her robe shut. I obediently followed her, wondering where this was going and what the actual fuck I was doing. She turned into the bathroom and I plopped my sorry ass down in the hall, opposite the open door.
Sure, as if staying outside the room somehow makes it okay to think what you're thinking.
Sarah stood in front of the sink and mirror, brushing and drying her hair and doing whatever it is that women do to make themselves presentable. She made no effort to close her robe, so my vision was filled with this gorgeous creature with her full breasts half exposed, the robe barely covering her lace-clad ass.
"This is wrong," I said as I started to rise from the floor. "I gotta go."
"Please. Stay."
"Sarah, I can't. This is..."
"Wrong. You said it's wrong."
"You know it is. I'm your uncle, we're blood, you have a family..."
"I have kids. I'm alone most of the time."
"Still..."
"Shut up."
"What?"
"You heard me. Shut up and listen." I stood up but stayed where I was. "I have something to ask you, and I need your honest answer."
"About what?"
Sarah turned to face me, and with her eyes locked on mine she shrugged her shoulders and dropped the robe to the floor. I couldn't breathe as I beheld her, those perfect boobs standing straight and proud and topped with perfectly sized aureoles and nipples a few shades darker than the surrounding skin. Tearing my eyes from their perfection, my gaze wandered down past her flat stomach, the slight curve of her narrow hips, and took in the perfect accent of those lacy white panties before finishing with her toned legs and returning to her face.
Oh sweet mother of all that is holy, I am surely going to hell.
I swallowed. "What the fuck, Sarah?"
"Now that you've had a good, long look, tell me what you think. Is there something wrong with me?"
"Wrong?"
"Cat got your tongue? Yes, wrong. Am I ugly? Fat? Deformed?"
"Holy shit, you are fucking perfect."
Her hands moved up to cup her tits and she looked down at them. "My boobs aren't too small?
"Your boobs are world class."
She turned and cupped the cheeks of her round ass in her hands, looking over her shoulder at me. "How about my ass? Any cottage cheese back there? Too much junk in the trunk?" Her ass was enough to turn the Pope into a raging horndog.
"No, your ass is a work of art."
My palms are sweaty and my heart is about to pound out of my chest, but no, your ass is as perfect as the rest of you.
"Then what the fuck is wrong with me?" she whined.
I was puzzled. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Before Michael and I split up, he hadn't touched me in months. If he wasn't traveling, he was either watching sports or is just too fucking tired to pay any attention to me. Even when we still had sex he was usually done in a few minutes, then rolled over and went to sleep. My best friend was battery powered and 8 inches tall."
"Are you sure I'm the right person to talk to about this?" I was looking for an escape, any way out of this.
"Yes. You're a man, I love you, you're still young enough to appreciate me, and I value your opinion. I know you wouldn't lie to me."
"This is in a whole different category."
"Come on. You've bathed me, you've wiped by dirty butt."
"Sure, when you were two!"
"So I've grown up. Give me your honest opinion."
Oooo, child, you don't want that. That involves all sorts of fantasies you're not ready for.
"Okay. My opinion is that Michael was an idiot. If I had you waiting for me at home I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. You would be begging me for a break from our endless lovemaking. Satisfied?"
Had I just gone too far?
Her voice got soft. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Oh jesus. Just the thought of that makes me wet."
"Christ, Sarah. This is hard enough for me already."
"Bit of a Freudian slip there, Tom," she chuckled.
"You know what I mean. This is a very uncomfortable subject under the circumstances."
She finally seemed to relent. "You're right, this isn't really fair of me. I just didn't know who else I could talk to about it. Thank you for your honest opinion."
"You're welcome. Now If you'll excuse me, I need a cold shower.'
"You gonna rub one out in there?" she asked with a sly smile and a chuckle.
"Probably. Satisfied?"
"Not as much as you will be." She stepped forward and touched my cheek. "Thank you again, my sweet Tom." She kissed me again, another gentle angel kiss straight on my mouth. I rested my hand briefly on her hip, then with a smile turned and walked upstairs. If I didn't get some release I was going to explode.
************
The shower and stroke session did help, but the whole environment was now vastly different. Sarah had always been openly affectionate with everyone including me; it was just part of her normally bubbly, outgoing nature and she really stood out in our boring, staid family.
Sarah managed to take things a step beyond the usual affectionate level and keep me on edge. The next day I walked into the kitchen for some coffee and found her standing at the counter eating a container of yogurt. As we made small talk, she licked the spoon with a lascivious grin and a tongue action that looked like she was licking the precum off a raging hardon. I forgot why I was there for a moment and she chuckled at my dazed expression.
She took every opportunity to surreptitiously rub some part of her body against me. Standing next to me she would nestle her sweet tits against my arm; she always managed to sit next to me at meals and keep her thigh plastered against mine; when the adults settled into the living room after the kids and gone to bed, we all started drinking wine to excess and she plopped herself right up against me on the sofa.
The alcohol loosened our tongues and the humor got pretty raunchy, with Sarah leading the way and her hands frequently landing on my inner thigh as she laughed. No one else thought anything of it all because everyone knew Sarah's nature, but given the episode in the bathroom was hypervigilant about her.
She became more brazen the next day. At one point I came in the front door at the same moment she stepped out of the bedroom at the top of the stairs that the door faced, so she was visible only to me. With a grin she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it, exposing her gorgeous braless breasts to me, and followed that by turning around and shaking her sweet ass in my direction.
Another time she came from behind me on the deck and grabbed my ass as she passed. While standing in a crowd waiting to get into a restaurant, she backed into me and deliberately rubbed her ass against my junk, which immediately responded, to her great amusement. This was becoming tortuous, and I confronted her about it when I found a moment out of everyone's earshot.
"Exactly what the fuck are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't be coy. You know exactly what I mean."
"I'm just having some fun with you."
"You mean having some fun at my expense."
She took on a little pouty expression. "Are you telling me you don't like it?"
"Whether or not I like it is not the issue. The issue is that my gorgeous young niece is coming on to me, knowing nothing will ever come of it."
She held my gaze for a few seconds, then spoke softly. "Who says nothing will ever come of it?"
Oh, fuck.
"Explain." My mind was running at warp speed.
"I need some wine first. You want some?"
"Yes," I answered. "But I still want that explanation."
"I know, chill." She grabbed a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the refrigerator and two glasses from the rack. "Come with me." She walked out toward the deck, completely isolated from the rest of the house. I followed, my mind swirling, and we settled into comfortable chairs set next to a table. She poured each of us a glass of the tart wine.
"Okay, enough stalling. I need an explanation of what you said. I deserve it."
"You do, and you're going to get it. Do you remember Michelle's wedding?"
"Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?"
"We were seated at the same table at the reception," she continued. "Do you remember what we all talked about?"
"We talked about a lot of things. What are you getting at?"
"God, you men are so dense sometimes. We were all feeling no pain, and the conversation turned to boobs."
"Boobs?"
"Yes, boobs. You, me, whoever your date was that day, Justin, Joey, and Cathy Lee." She always referred to her mother, my oldest sister, by her name. "We were all laughing and giggling and talking about how as women age, everything sags and they lose their perky titties. At one point I said, 'I have perky titties, don't you think?' and jutted my chest out, and everyone laughed so hard they could barely breathe."
Yes, I remembered the conversation now, and how we all thought it was so typical of our dear, unfiltered Sarah.
"And do you remember when Justin and Billy got married?" Her gay cousin had married his partner three years ago.
"Of course I do. Most fun I've had in years."
"Me too. Remember sitting with Marc and Brandon at the rehearsal dinner?"
It was coming back to me now. "You brought boobs into the conversation."
"Yes I did, and you shook your head and told me that nieces were not supposed to talk to uncles about things like that. I had even unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt to show a little cleavage. Do you know why I did it?"
"Tell me."
"Because I wanted you to notice me. I wanted you to look at me and see me as a woman instead of as a niece. Marc and Brandon are a couple, so you know I wasn't doing it for them."
"Why would you do that?"
"Please don't be obtuse." She leaned forward and looked into my eyes, putting her hands on my knees for emphasis. Speaking softly, she said, "I have been crushing on you for as long as I can remember. You were the perfect uncle, the perfect friend, the perfect everything. You never treated me like an ignorant child like everyone else did, and since you're only ten years older than me I considered us to be the same generation.
"You talked TO me, not AT me, and you were always so considerate and caring. I was head over heels for you, and since the boob fairy paid her visit and dropped off these beauties, it occurred to me that you might finally see me as a woman and feel the same way. Those feelings never went away, they always inhabited their own corner of my heart, even after I married Michael. I've loved you forever, Tom." She sat back and took a sip from her glass.
Holy shit. There it was.
I was treading on the thinnest of ice. "Sarah, you've always been more than just a kid to me. I love you like you're my own, and watching you turn into this stunning beauty has made me as proud as if I had birthed you. You're amazing."
"But I was still just family?"
"You were never 'just' family. Maybe the expectations and rules of society conditioned me to treat you that way, but you have a very special place in my heart. As a man I find you so very appealing, but I could not even remotely imagine doing anything that might ruin the relationship that we have, and it seemed that anything beyond normal family affection would do that.
"Here's one of the things I've always admired about you: You are your own person, regardless of what anyone else thinks. All those old, misplaced expectations and traditions mean nothing to you, and you live life as it was meant to be lived. You bring so much happiness to everyone else. You are the living definition of joie de vivre."
"Not so much joie in my vivre lately," she scowled.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Sarah, " I told her. "You make everyone else's life better and you deserve the same in return."
She sat back with her glass and looked at me intently, a slight smile playing across her lips. "I think you give me too much credit."
"I don't give you enough. No one does. You bring something to this family that no one else does. Or even could."
Her chin quivered slightly as I spoke and her eyes took on a misty look. "You make this so difficult for me," she whispered hoarsely.
"Difficult?"
"I've already told you that I'm crazy about you, then you go and show me why I feel that way. It's all I can do to keep myself from jumping your bones right now."
I laughed softly. "Probably not a good idea under the circumstances."
She laughed back and glanced into the house. "No, probably not. But I promise you, this conversation is not done." She stood up from her chair and took a sip of wine, then leaned over and kissed me. As our lips gently met, hers parted slightly and the wine in her mouth found its way into mine. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced, even in my forty years and having had many lovers and an ex-wife.
She broke our kiss and smiled. "Definitely not done." She turned and walked back into the house. I remained glued to my seat until my heartrate returned to normal, then returned to the family.
Fuck me sideways. That was a trip.
************
The rest of the evening was the usual, the young ones packed off to bed and the adults drinking too much. This was about the only time the whole family was in the same place at the same time as the other families gained over the years usually kept most of us going in different directions during the holidays.
Sarah really was a bright spot in our clan. Her mother, my oldest sister Cathy, was 55 and could generously be described as a chubby, prematurely aged bore. Untraveled, uninquisitive, and horribly opinionated, I often wondered how Sarah had sprung from her genes. Her husband Joe was just as bad, devoting himself completely to watching whatever sport was in season at any given time. He and I had nothing in common except my sister.
Our middle sister Jane was not any better and capable of killing any buzz merely by entering a room. She was one of those people for whom life was one long series of disasters, battles, and disappointments, completely unaware that she was the one making it that way.
I called my sisters Negative Nancy and Sad Sally, names that I shared with Sarah since I knew she understood and felt the same way. Jane's husband Kevin was as miserable as she was and her grown kids spent all their time bitching too.
All in all they were a miserable, unhappy bunch, so Sarah and I took refuge from the rest of them with our shared perspective on life and living. It was hard enough to view her as my niece; the age difference between her mother and I was greater than that between Sarah and me, so we were more like siblings and without the imbalanced generational power relationship that being her uncle would normally imply. We had so much in common that there was the same kind of chemistry you usually sense in those special someones you encounter in life, those few people who are usually described as soulmates.
There was definitely a strong emotional and physical attraction. I found her sexy as hell and will not apologize for that.
And she wanted me.
There was one big thing giving me pause, though, something that kept me from taking things to the next level too quickly. That was the knowledge that however we might feel about each other, anything beyond familial affection could never be made public. I may not have had a close relationship with my sisters, but they were my blood and I didn't want to hurt them.
My parents were still hanging on in their eighties and would have been shattered if they learned that their son was boning their granddaughter. As much as Sarah made her case for us, I still wanted to protect the family from trauma.
That didn't stop us from acting out, mind you. We used every excuse to make physical contact, brushing a hand or leaning lightly against the other. She had mastered the art of the double entendre, dropping verbal and visual hints into conversations and generally acting the tease. My siblings and their mates were too obtuse in their miserable worlds to pick up on her subtle and not so subtle provocations.
But those provocations had the desired effect. I was in a state of high tension, one part of my brain waving increasingly ignored flags while the other part seeking to give my libido free reign.
I gave as good as I got. Passing behind her as she stood at the kitchen counter in her tight little shorts was too tempting for me to not run my hand across her delightful ass and maybe give her butt cheek a quick squeeze. I openly leered at her when she wore one of her many sexy bikinis, undressing her with my eyes and watching her squirm.
Once I even came up behind her as she washed out a cup at the sink wearing a shorts and a crop top that left her midsection exposed. I put my hands on her hips, easing her back toward me. She stopped rinsing the cup and closed her eyes as our bodies met and I moved my hands up her torso and under the hem of the shirt. I heard her sharp gasp and she leaned against me more firmly, her sweet ass against my swelling package.
Just as my thumbs brushed the bottoms of her bounteous and quite unrestrained breasts, I planted a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, then gave her earlobe a quick lick with just the tip of my tongue and whispered, "You look good enough to eat." Then I brought my hands back down and stepped away from her, smiling.
"You bastard," she said softly with a devilish smile. "I will get you for that."
What to do, what to do...
She did exact her revenge. Later that day she was sitting next to me on the couch when a whole set of circumstances came together at once and we found ourselves alone for a few seconds as the others made bathroom runs and went to get drinks. Sarah ran her hand up my thigh and firmly grasped my cock through my shorts, which of course caused me to immediately come to full attention.
She stroked my now rigid rod and leaned her head toward me ear, whispering, "I can't wait to feel that whole thing inside me." Licking my ear she quickly released my cock and straightened up just as her mother came back into the room, leaving me to quickly lay a magazine on my lap to hide my erection.
Things were spiraling quickly, and it grew increasingly difficult to suppress our mutual desire. She had been completely open about her feelings, and her admission had helped me realize that the only thing keeping us from taking the next step was, well, me. That last barrier was quickly falling away.
Come on, fucker. You know you wanna.
Sarah finally found a way for us to release that sexual tension.
The next day she announced to the family, "Hey, I'm gonna run to the store for a few things. Anyone need anything?" As she spoke her eyes were locked on mine, the message unmistakable.
The others started yelling some things they wanted, so she jotted a couple of notes. "You want anything?" she asked while looking directly at me, pushing her chest out ever so slightly but enough for my breath to hitch. Brazen, but oh so Sarah.
"Yeah, I want to stop at the liquor store so I'll go with you. My Crown is almost gone." I could see her knowing smile as I caught the pitch she had thrown.
"Cool. I'll drive, my van is blocking everyone else anyway." Sarah was a true Soccer Mom, her vehicle being a Honda minivan. Unsexy but functional.
You could cut the air between us with a knife as she drove, the sexual tension oozing from our pores. We made small talk on the way, both of us knowing that this was the thinnest of excuses for being together away from the rest of the family.
Entering the parking lot, Sarah swung the van to the back of the building and parked in an area isolated from prying eyes. "In back. Now," she commanded as she turned off the ignition. I didn't hesitate for a second as I exited on my side and immediately triggered the sliding rear door, climbing in as Sarah did from the left. We both pushed the buttons to close the doors.
And away we go...
We came together like lovers separated for years, our arms embracing tightly, our legs intertwined, our lips locked in passion, our tongues probing and exploring. She moaned in her throat as we approached critical mass, as we tussled like horny teenagers in the back seat of her mom machine.
Sarah felt and tasted as marvelous as I expected. Her body was a wonder, so fit and firm and shapely. Her lips were soft and pliant, and she was a masterful kisser. This was amazing.
She broke our kiss momentarily. "We're gonna find lots of chances to do this slowly, but right now you're gonna give me what I've waited so long to get. Strip." We separated and began ripping our clothes off, giggling at the ridiculous nature of our imminent coupling.
"I feel like a teenager again," she said through her bright smile.
Watching Sarah undress was itself a treat. She was wasting no time; she kicked off her sandals and lifted her ass to quickly pull off her shorts and panties together, revealing her small, trimmed bush pointing to Shangri La.
Next came her T-shirt, worn as usual without a bra. As her prefect breasts came into view I was temporarily distracted from finishing my own undressing, pausing just long enough to catch my breath. They were magnificent. From head to toe she was a vision.
I finally shed my last article of clothing and turned toward her, kneeling on the floor between her knees.
She truly was an ethereal vision. Although I had obvious feasted by eyes on her mostly naked body before, seeing her there, so close, so beautiful, so naked, and so ready to complete this journey of discovery was an otherworldly high. I could smell her desire, her legs spread so enticingly before me.
As much as we both wanted to come together, I was drawn by the need to taste her goodness. I slipped my hands under her thighs and gently lifted her legs, all the while lowering my head toward her. I could hear her breath quicken and a low moan escape her throat.
"Oh god, man. Get on with it," she gasped. "I'm on fucking fire here."
Far be it from me to deny the fair lady her simple request.
I dove straight in.
Aside from the small soul patch, her delightful pussy was bare as the day she was born. I immediately probed my tongue as far into her love canal as I could, my lips and nose pressing against her prominent clit.
"Fuck FUCK FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!" she screamed as I ravished her box with everything my mouth had to offer. I ran my tongue over every inch of her, filling my nose with her scent and tasting her hot sweetness. She really was on fire; the heat of her vag was discernible. Her prominent clit called out for attention and I scraped the surface of my tongue over it.
"Oh jesus man yesyesyes!!" She grabbed the back of my head with her hands and pushed me harder against her, thrusting toward me face. Her whole body was quivering.
I continued to lick and kiss and slobber all over her pussy, partaking in this delicious feast. I know she came at least once as her body tightened and she screamed out. I backed my face away slightly while continuing to kiss her nether lips, my face coasted with her juices.
"Enough, enough," she gasped, "Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. But fuck me."
She slid her ass forward, bringing it over the front edge of the seat, reaching to grab my raging cock and guiding it into her.
I was home.
Our naked bodies came together all at once, my shaft buried completely in her dripping pussy, skin to skin, her perfect breasts crushed against my chest and our lips locked again. There would be time and opportunities later for gentleness, but right now we were all about plain old raw fucking.
Oh yes, this is so fucking perfect.
She spoke around our kiss. "Ohmygodyes," she moaned. "I have waited far too long for this. Fuck me silly."
I smiled. "Gladly."
Sarah pulled her knees up next to my hips as I pumped in and out of her, my balls slapping noisily against her ass. We grunted like animals as we fucked, lost in each other and in our own universe of passion.
I had a sudden urge to see everything, so I pushed my upper body back slightly as I continued to piston into her. We both looked down to see my cock entering her, the lips of her pussy drawing me back with each stroke, her swollen clit visible. "Oh god, that is so fucking hot," she said in a hoarse whisper. Her breasts bounced as I pounded her relentlessly.
"Don't stop don't stop," she begged. "Yesyesyes take me there..." She closed her eyes and we locked lips again, her arms tight around my head and her fingers laced through my hair.
The van rocked on its suspension as our bodies slammed together, our grunts and moans and endearments creating a soundtrack to your passion.
"Oh oh oh gaw aw awd you feel so good," she gasped out in rhythm to our movements, then resumed our deep kissing. Our bodies grew sweaty as we locked together.
Even in this raw, feral state our emotions were overflowing, our love for each other evident in the way we connected so perfectly. I could feel every possible sensation, every bit of her against me, from her naked breasts crushed against my chest to her legs locking me to her to the way her wet love canal surrounded my raging cock to my balls slapping her perfect ass with each stroke. Between our naked, sweaty bodies and our heavy breathing the windows of the van had become fogged.
After several minutes I felt that unique tingle on my balls, the one that I knew would quickly grow into an explosive orgasm. "I'm almost there," I said to her. "Come on, baby. Cum with me now..." I moaned into her mouth. A few strokes later I released and began pumping my hot seed into her and she crested with me, her wet sheath pulsing around me. It was the most perfect pairing I had ever experienced.
We held like that, our breathing ragged, our bodies molded into one being, both of us still slowly coming down from the incredible orgasm we had just shared.
"I love you," she gasped, her eyes just barely focusing on mine.
"I love you too." I meant it in ways I couldn't begin to describe to her, but that my face told her. She smiled softly, her shaking arms squeezing around my neck and we kissed, our breath still shooting out in short gasps, splashing across each other's cheeks.
Our naked bodies pressing together was itself an overwhelming sensation, her legs holding me and her marvelous breasts crushed against my chest. Our kiss was gentle but insistent, communicating the depth of our love for each other. I was still between her knees, my semirigid cock still inside her.
We finally peeled ourselves away from each other, parting just enough to see each other's face clearly. Our faces were lit up with the realization of where we had arrived in our lives. She spoke first.
"That was fucking awesome." She ran her hands lightly up and down my arms as I leaned on them.
"Awesome barely describes it. You are fabulous." Her smile broadened, giving me a quick little jolt of energy throughout my body. My cock actually jumped slightly, her smile was that exciting.
We sat there silently for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts and letting our proximity communicate everything as our hands lightly rubbed on each other. She had a truly incredible body and gliding over her silky skin with my fingertips was otherworldly.
I backed up enough to be able to see her entire body. She was an ethereal vision, a monument to the feminine art so beautifully rendered.
"You are perfect," I gently opined.
Her smile brightened even this sunny day as I lowered by head and licked her left nipple, running just the tip of my tongue around it a coaxing it into prominence, my hand gently kneading its mate. Her arms tightened around my head.
"Oh. My. Gawd," she moaned. "I could stay like this forever."
"I can't think of a better way to spend eternity," I answered. "But right now we should probably complete our original mission. And we're probably both a bit long in the tooth for back seat loving."
"Fuck that, they probably haven't even missed us anyway and I'll take you wherever I can get you. Sit." She moved herself off the seat and we switched places. I felt the wet residue of our lovemaking under me.
Sarah wasn't wasting any time. "I'm gonna get myself as much of you as I can while we're here." Kneeling in front of me she grabbed my slippery, half erect cock and began stroking it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
She looked so perfect like that, perched naked between my knees, her gorgeous boobs swaying slightly as she stroked my cock. "It's been way too long since I did anything with a man," she told me, her beautiful brown eyes fixed on mine. "Excuse me if I'm a bit rusty."
"Believe me, you're doing wonderfully," I assured her. She graced me with another of her brilliant smiles and leaned forward to lick the bottom of my shaft from root to tip, her eyes never leaving mine. My organ responded positively to her ministrations despite its recent experience.
I told you my niece was hot, right?
I was transfixed as I watched her. She was gentle but insistent, covering every square millimeter of my organ with soft kisses and licks, stimulating every nerve. Her hand slowly stroked me and within minutes I was approaching full stiffness again. She came back to the tip of my shaft and ran her tongue around the head, then lowered her mouth around me and took me far into her mouth.
I was in paradise.
It was a surreal experience, this stunning beauty whom I loved so much, this bright shining star in my firmament, offering me this intimate gift so willingly. Her head bobbed up and down on me, the heat and wetness of her mouth bringing me back to steely hardness.
"Oh yes, now we're ready again," she said as she removed her mouth from me. Coming up from the floor of the van, she straddled my lap and knelt on the seat while reaching down to grasp me. She lowered herself onto me, closing her eyes in pleasure and emitting a soft sigh.
"Oh yesyesyes..." Her words came out in a rush as she took me fully into her, then put her arms around my neck and pulled my face between her gorgeous breasts. My hands gently stroked her smooth, muscular back, then reached behind her and grabbed her spectacular ass, a butt cheek in each hand.
"You are perfect," I told her as I spread small kisses across her chest, now and again teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue. She pulled me tighter into her soft mounds of joy and moved her sweet ass up and down on my lap.
"I hope we can do this a lot," she said. "You feel so good and you make me feel so good too."
"Sorry I didn't see you sooner for who were are."
"You're forgiven. We're here now, where we belong. Let's just enjoy this."
I felt those familiar stirrings again and knew that my own eruption was building again, the emotion of the moment and my feelings for her driving me. Gripping her narrow hips, I increased the pace of our lovemaking until the only sound was the slapping of skin on skin, her juices coating my shaft and dripping onto my balls.
"Ohyesyesyesthatsit," she cried out. "Ooooooooooo yeah...." Just as my own release came and I felt each spasm as I filled her with another big load, she pushed down against me and I could feel her body shake with her own mini orgasm. We were that attuned to each other.
We stayed like that for several minutes, just wrapped around each other, letting our bodies do all the talking. Our breathing eventually returned to normal.
"I've have never come that many times in a row," she told me. "You are one helluva a lover."
I smiled at her. "I'm glad I was able to do that for you. You deserve it and you bring out the best in me." We kissed again, the long, gentle, insistent kiss of true lovers, my hands wandering across her incredible naked body.
She broke our kiss. "I really do love you, you know. That's not just my lust for you talking." She actually blushed and lowered her head slightly. "I don't think any other man could ever give me what you have. I have loved you for so long."
I looked deeply into her eyes. "I can't believe what I've found in you and what you mean to me. And you were right in front of me the whole time." Another long, sweet kiss from this perfect woman.
We broke our kiss and she sighed. "But now I fear we must return to the real world, at least for another week." She swung her leg over me and sat. We both cleaned up with the ever present towels that moms keep in their vehicles, then lazily got dressed. She drove around to the front of the store and we finished our mission.
We finally got back to the house two hours after we had left. My sisters and their husbands were their usual miserable selves, not even noticing how long we had been gone.
Good for us.
For the rest of the vacation we were able to continue the affectionate, physical side of our new relationship as long as we were careful. Sarah's boys spent most of their time playing video games in their room or with the local friends they had made during the trip, and there were plenty of times when we had anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours alone.
With little touches and rubs and meaningful glances we were able to keep each other on a fine edge. We were both very early risers and took advantage of that hour or so when we had the kitchen to ourselves. Keeping our ears on alert, it became our own little morning love nest, indulging our burning desire for each other.
She was impossible to resist, and I couldn't; seeing her standing at the counter in shorts and a cropped top was just too tempting, and I didn't care if I was acting like a teenager.
I came up right behind her and put my hands on her slim hips, then slide them around to the front, first running my fingertips over her tight abs then moving up to gently cup her perfect breasts and tweak her nipples.
"I love how your hands feel on me," she sighed contentedly, leaning back against me and closing her eyes. "I'm glad I finally convinced you that we belong together."
"I was ready to be convinced," I chuckled back. "I'm sorry I was so blind to this perfect woman right in front of me."
"Don't beat yourself up," she told me. "You're here now."
Good god, I love this woman.
Her body felt amazing in my arms, so fit and trim with the smoothest skin imaginable. Our arms fell so naturally around each other, and my hands wandered whenever she was in mine. Her ass was glorious, two firm mounds of delight that I loved to hold as we kissed.
Of course, we usually managed to take full advantage of these opportunities and do more than make out. Our typical summer attire of shorts and T-shirts meant that we could easily and quickly be ready for anything.
If we had the time, we opted for slow and languid, with long and lingering kisses and touches and rubs and sweet lovemaking. If the spirit moved us, we just plain got it on as we had in her van, dropping our shorts and bending her over the counter, mercilessly pounding her from behind and watching the force of our humping vibrate across her magnificent butt cheeks framing my fleshy rod as it pistoned in and out of her.
I also dined well there, lifting her onto the counter so I could bury my face in her most sacred place and sate my hunger as I am a pussy eating fiend and hers was delicious. It wasn't uncommon for her to drop to her knees and use her excellent oral skills to bring me to explosive orgasms.
We couldn't get enough of each other.
It's funny how barriers to love can drop away. With family members, lust plays only a secondary role in the attraction between people; when you fall in love with a relative, it's based on a long and intimate history.
I was ten years old when Sarah was born and had known her at every stage of her life. I had indeed tended to her as an infant and toddler, wiping her snotty nose and changing her shitty diapers as I was the family's default babysitter.
I knew her as well as I knew myself, and that made all the difference. That she had turned out to be such a perfect match for me was an invaluable bonus.
Our days at the beach were finally ending, and as I walked into the kitchen she turned to face me. "We need to talk."
My heart jumped into my throat; in my forty years those words had always been followed by really bad news, I mean, life changing shit. My shock must have been obvious.
Her eyes widened and she quickly sought to calm me down. "Oh, no no no, it's not what you think! I'm sorry." She laughed briefly and walked up to me, taking my face I her hands and quickly kissing me. "I didn't mean to scare you. You're not getting rid of me that easily." She kissed me again.
My heartrate slowly returned to normal. "Then wha...?"
"Sit down. We need to make some decisions." She poured two cups of coffee and put one in front of me. "We need to decide what we're gonna do after tomorrow."
"And...?"
"There's no way I'm going to let this end after we go home."
"Neither am I. We're forever."
She gave me another of her brilliant smiles. "Yeah we are. So how are we gonna make this work?"
"Like we do here. In fact, it will be easier. Look, we live less than an hour away from each other. Cathy and Jane live 500 miles away and never come to our homes. Kind of amazes me, but they don't. Coming here is about the only time I see them.
"And Michael gets the boys on weekends, right?"
"Yeah, he does. He's a pretty good dad even if he was a shitty husband."
"And we both work from home." All that we required for our careers was a phone and a reliable internet connection.
Her face brightened even more. "I like the way you think."
I smiled at her and sipped my coffee.
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And thus the next stage of our lives began. We indeed took full advantage of our available time, spending every weekend together and even meeting during some weekdays. We talked and texted constantly and spent many late hours on FaceTime as living in the same household really wasn't an option.
FaceTime can be a very sexy place, no?
Even with our hyperactive sex life there were all those other aspects of life that were part of us. Compatibility is also measured by all the little things, all the personal habits and idiosyncrasies. We really were perfectly matched in every respect; we both kept relatively clean homes and neither of us did anything weird. I didn't have any gross habits and she was perfect in every way.
Even our sleeping styles meshed. We both slept naked and she liked to either drape herself on my as I laid on my back or have me spoon her from behind with my arm around her, nestled between her spectacular breasts.
We were so fucking happy it was ridiculous.
Finally being able to indulge ourselves meant that our sex life was a wonder. Sarah was loud when we made love, releasing herself in a torrent of words and sounds. We knew what the other liked and what we didn't, and our mutual satisfaction was always our first priority. We fucked in every room of both of our houses and both of us loved the same things, the oral satisfaction and doggystyle and her sitting on me looking like an angel.
There was a tragedy a couple of years later when her ex, who had taken to drinking heavily, wrapped his car around a tree and lost his life. Her sons were inconsolable, but between professional grief counseling and me stepping in to help guide them, they eventually came to terms with the loss and we formed a tight bond.
I did all the dad things like teaching them man stuff and going to their games and generally being a father figure. We all spent a lot of time together and became very close, and Sarah and I adjusted our love life to the new reality and put those weekdays when the boys were in school to good use. We did nothing romantic around them although our affection was evident.
A couple of years later the boys and I were washing Sarah's van in her driveway when her oldest, the almost twelve year old Dylan, turned to me and said. "You and my mom should get married."
His words sent an electric shock through me and I tried to cover quickly. "What brought this on? You know we can't get married, right?"
"Why not? I know she loves you and I know you love her, and we both love having you here all the time." He nodded at his ten year old brother Jason. "After Dad died you were the one who was there for us. Not Gramma or Grampa or Aunt Jane. You. We needed you. We need you now."
I got a lump in my throat the size of a softball and had to turn away for a few seconds to compose myself before answering.
Such a wise kid, he could read me like a book. How do you answer something like that?
"C'mere, kid." I stepped forward and embraced them both in a tight hug, my tears flowing freely. "I would love nothing better." We finished washing the van and went in for dinner.
As we ate I thought hard about what Dylan had said, trying to figure out how to bring it up. Being as straightforward as his mother, he spoke up and turned to her. "Jason and I think you and Tom should get married."
Sarah's eyes got as big as saucers and she dropped her fork onto her plate. Looking back and forth at her sons, she suddenly covered her face with her hands and began to cry. They both got up and rushed to her, hugging her tightly.
"Mom, are you OK? I didn't mean to hurt you."
Sarah gulped a few deep breaths and composed herself. She wiped her face with her napkin and looked at both of her sons. "You didn't hurt me, Dylan, quite the opposite in fact. I didn't think it was possible to be this happy." She pulled both of them to her and glanced over at me, her obvious love pouring out through her gaze.
She finally released them and spoke as they returned to their seats. "So what brought this on?"
Dylan spoke for them both. "After Dad died, Jason and I didn't know what to do. We really missed him. That counselor you got us was OK, but having Tom around really helped us the most." He turned to look at me. "We love him as much as you do."
I had to leave the table before I started bawling like a baby. I went outside and took several deep breaths as I tried to calm the storm in my heart and mind. As much as I loved Dylan and Jason, I had never anticipated this from them. I finally pulled myself together and went back inside.
I looked at them all, their concern evident on their faces. "I'm OK, I'm OK," I told them as I sat back down. "You caught me by surprise is all."
I managed to continue. "I love you both so much, as much as if I had been your dad. I know I could never replace him, but to think that you see me that way is kinda overwhelming."
I looked at Sarah, at the hopeful and loving expression on her face, and it told me all I needed to know. I made the leap.
"And you know I love your mom."
"Well duh," Jason said. "We've known that for a long time. We know she loves you, too."
"I don't mean like an uncle."
"Like I said, well duh." We all laughed.
Dylan spoke up. "Dude, we may be young, but we're not blind. The way you look at her, it's so obvious you're in love. And I've never seen Mom look at anyone like she looks at you, including Dad." He turned to his mother. "No offense, Mom, but it's written all over your face. You never looked at Dad like that. And we never saw you happier than you are with Tom."
Sarah blushed. "I really didn't think I was that obvious."
"You were. You'd have to be blind to not see it."
He turned back to me. "And besides, me and Jason know we have a hot mom." Another round of loud laughter as Sarah blushed a deep red again. "Dylan! Stop that!" she cried out with a huge smile on her beautiful face. "Where did you learn to talk about your mother like that?"
"So, bruh. Are you gonna marry Mom?"
Time to get serious. "We can't get married, Dylan. It's against law. But if it's all right with you two and your mom, we can be a permanent family. Nothing would make me happier."
Dylan turned to his brother. "Whaddaya think, Jase? Do we want him around all the time?" His brother grinned and gave an enthusiastic affirmative nod.
He turned back to me. "So when are you moving in?"
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That was all ten years ago.
Over the next month I sold off a bunch of my stuff and moved the remainder to Sarah's larger house. I sold my place, made a shit ton of money from the sale, and invested it for our future.
Living as a family was a joy I never foresaw. Being able to live our best life turned out to be, well, the best. Being with Sarah all the time, spending every night wrapped in each other's arms, was and is perfection. I love her more every day.
Dylan and Jason were and are great kids, smart and considerate and confident. They're both away at college now, getting educations financed by their dad's life insurance and the money I invested from the sale of my house. I never envisioned being a dad, much less a boy dad, and it's been great.
My parents passed way within a few months of each other about four years ago. Although we never revealed our relationship and our new living arrangement to them, as my mother approached the end she pulled me in close and said, "You take good care of my granddaughter and those boys, you hear me?" She smiled and closed her eyes, dying the next day. I have never figured out how she knew about us.
Sarah wrote a long letter on paper to her parents telling them about us. She laid it all out, how she had always loved me and how much I loved her, what I had done for Dylan and Jason, everything.
Cathy lit up Sarah's phone big time when she got the letter, but Sarah was completely straight with her and said that while she hoped they could accept our relationship, their opinion either way was theirs and theirs alone and would not change how we felt about each other.
"Give me some time," her mother said. My relationship with Cathy and Jane, always based solely on genetics, didn't improve. They had never come to visit, had never called me just to shoot the shit, had never really indicated that they cared if I lived or died.
I was fine with that.
I was where I belonged.