Unexpected Company -- (incest, tease, slow burn, niece, fM, fFM) -- PART 2

A bachelor living alone out in the country gets a surprise visit from his sister's kid who turns his world upside down.


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"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..."


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This is a work of fiction. Love it or leave it.


Unexpected Company
by Eric Shon

-- PART 2 --


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.

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.


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.


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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.



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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.



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Coming in "Unexpected Company" PART 3, by Eric Shon


...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.

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.

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