Memories

Memories

A Story By

Jack Spratt

The roar of the jet’s engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can’t believe it. Nicci is gone, she and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm, they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip, sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci is my sister and we were close, very close. She married Frank over fifteen years ago. He was good husband to her and my fourteen year old niece Krista.

The news came to me via satellite telephone. My first thought is who in the hell is calling me? I had just talked to division office, so it cannot be them. The news is devastating. My sister and her husband had drowned and there is a request for me to come home. That will be a task. When you are tromping around the Canadian Artic looking for diamonds, it takes some planning to divert one of our bush planes to land near the camp to pick me up and fly me to the division complex. I am in the middle of nowhere, fighting off the ravenous flies while trooping, through the brush searching for the elusive treasure of all women. The latest intelligence suggested there could be a find in this area; it is my job to confirm it. As a geologist, I am looking for the proper rock formations.

Eight months ago when I got the call from Jay Conky, I was just ending my current contract and with the money and perks he offers, it is something that I couldn’t turn down. The remuneration for the twelve month contract dwarfs my earnings for the last three years and the good thing it is plus, plus, plus. Free room and board and the food is top rate, a free trip south for a week every month and all benefits known to man, all paid for. When you are single and an opportunity of a lifetime arises, you jump at it.

Leaving Abbotsville, Nicci cries, and so do I. Hell, at six feet four, two hundred and ten pounds, men are not suppose to cry, but leaving my sister and her family that morning has me feeling the pain of separation. The final hug comes from Krista, a spitting image of her mother.

 Krista is in the care of a long time neighbor. Nicci had taken care of their daughter last fall when they went on a second honeymoon and looking after Krista while they went on this cruise was the payback. Krista and Nicci were the closest people in my life, now there is only Krista. Thinking of how Nicci and I become the best of friends goes back a long time.

 “Damn it Nicci, if you don’t get the hell out of my room I am going to rearrange your face.”

“Yeah, you and whose army, you touch me I will tell mom.”

She is right, in my mom’s eyes Nicci can do no wrong, me of course can do no right. Usually in deep shit and usually because of Nicci antagonizing me, I can’t remember any time in my life that Nicci’s sole purpose wasn’t too get me into trouble with mom, usually while in hot pursuit of her. Mom would nail me as we tore through the kitchen with me at her heels. Then after mom finished with me, Nicci would taunt the living hell out of me, knowing full well she was safe. It was at that young age I had to learn the art of self-control in a hurry.

At seventeen, mom makes the point every time I attempt to retaliate against my so called little sister that a boy my age shouldn’t beat up on his fourteen year old sibling. Each time it takes a number of clouts on the ear to make that fact sink in, I am a slow learner.

At my age the last thing I want is an annoying sister bugging me. There are so many girls at school that need my attention; the unfortunate part of that statement is that the majority of the girls didn’t know about it yet. I spend plenty of time in the privacy of the bathroom relieving my stress. With all the practice, I could hit the toilet bowl with a wade of cum from nearly four feet. It is too bad that there isn’t an Olympic Event for ejaculating cum over a distance and hitting a basket, I would have won hands down.

As my unsuccessful pursuit of young girls becomes an embarrassment to me, my only solace is the fact that my buddies are not faring much better. Oh, I get in a quick feel and do a lot of kissing and fingering, but the ultimate goal seems so far away. Being persistent, I figure it would be only a matter of time before I strike gold.

What I didn’t recognize was that Nicci was developing into a very attractive young girl, when you only see her wiggling ass as she runs away, the big picture doesn’t make an impact. Her boobs aren’t the largest, but her curves are in all the right places, her green eyes always have a mischievous gleam to them and her long reddish hair always shines. For her age she is very conscience of her appearance, something totally unnoticed by me. She has long since learned the art of make-up with the aid of her many girl friends, as I said mom dotes on her so she gets her way in most things, access to all kinds of makeup is one of them.

Night after night after a very frustrating date, Nicci is usually home; she always makes a point of taunting me. The little bitch can read the signs of my frustrations, a very bulging pair of slacks. She won’t let up on the teasing. This goes on for months; she really enjoys pissing me off knowing she has absolute immunity from retaliation because of mom.

This Friday is no different; Nicci and her friends had gone to a movie, me to a dance with the cock tease Arlene Rogers. She let me kiss and pet her, but when I go for the kill, the lowering her panties , the ice queen cometh back and ends my adventure, now I am sporting a pair of blue balls for my efforts and Nicci is just gloating.

“I see you didn’t get any tonight as usual. Don’t the girls like you?”

Nicci had just returned home a few minutes before me, still dressed in her short black skirt, white blouse and white lacy stay-up nylons, her shining red hair pulled back into a ponytail, her lips glistening with her wet looking lip-gloss, her eyes flawlessly made up to make her look older. For some unknown reason this is the first time I look at her as a girl/woman instead of the usual pain in the ass. Standing before me and just daring me to retaliate, I hold my cool and just look sizing her up. Her long legs are well toned, her platform shoes accenting her calves; her skirt is so short; the tops of her white stay-ups are exposed. Hell, Nicci is not a bad looking girl even if she is my bratty sister.

She has a knowing grin on her face, still daring me to do something knowing it will get me in trouble. She turns quickly and her skirt flairs upward exposing bare skin and the cheeks of her sexy looking ass, her white thong exposed. What the hell am I thinking? She is my sister, the pest, the anvil around my neck, mom’s pride and joy. She can’t be a woman; she is a devil in disguise.

“All my friends think your cool, but I know better. They haven’t seen you come home and go to the bathroom. Hey, I know what you do when you go in there. Does it make you feel good?”

Boy she likes pushing my buttons, the more she taunts the more my self-control is beginning to wane. Looking at her, I see Arlene Rogers, the bitch who is responsible for my current condition. Instinct takes over from common sense, I am a glutton for punishment, lunging at Nicci, and she notices me coming and tears toward the rec-room door, me in hot pursuit. A smile crosses my face; Nicci hasn’t realized it yet, but she just cornered herself as there is only one way in and out, and I am blocking it. As she attempts to jump over the sofa, my hands strike gold, the bare skin, my arms encircle her waist, and we both fall on the sofa, her on the bottom. We are face to face, her scent encompasses me. She does smell good.

“If you touch me, I will scream for mom and you will be in deep shit. Get the hell off me you big ox.”

With that comment something happens, it could be her scent, her hair, her looks, her eyes, her luscious lips; it has to be one of them, staring her eye to eye, something in me snaps. My lips hungrily cover her mouth in a passionate kiss. When my mind catches up to my actions realizing what has happened, my expectation is her screaming at the top of her lungs for mom strikes fear in me, but that didn’t happen!

Nicci actually slides her arms around my neck pulling me closer and returning my kiss with tender passion, her soft tongue pushing against my lips requesting entry. In moments our tongues become the best of friends, she tastes of strawberry. The kiss has an electrifying fervor and lasts for several minutes. Finally lifting my head, our eyes meet, with me, dumbfounded, totally confused.

“The girls in High School are all crazy.”

Nicci pulls my head down to her luscious moist lips and we kisses once more, her hands, now on the back of my head, her fingers rolling in my hair, then she surprises me once more by pushing me off balance, I crash to the floor in an awkward pile, finally focusing on all that remains, watching her posterior disappear upstairs and leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.

For a pregnant second, I remain on the floor as sanity returns, my mind calculating the possible consequences; expecting mom to come tearing down stairs with fire in her eyes and the rolling pin in her hand for molesting her innocent daughter, my young sister. Hell, it was her who molested me after the initial kiss, but you will never hear me admit that fact. Nicci’s ability in the kissing department over shadows all the other girls at this point in my life. The strawberry taste is still strong; her scent is all over me. Even my chest recalls the small mounds of her breasts, my cock at her crotch, then it hits me; she actually spread her legs to accommodate my bulge, my own sister let me dry hump her!

All is still quiet on the western front as I stop to say goodnight to mom and dad in the living room. They are watching some comedy on television. After saying good night, I head to my bedroom, just happening to pass Nicci’s room on the way; she is still awake as there is light seeping under the door. In the bathroom, the vision of the imaginary girl I usually have while jerking off is not of current girlfriends from school, but of my young sister. My mind vividly recalling the way she looked in her short skirt, exposing beautiful soft pink skin at the top of her legs so close to heaven. Hell, the size of the wad of cum that hit the bowl must have been a world’s record.

Sleep came, with me wondering what the hell had happened, did it happen and what would the outcome be in the morning as we sit at the kitchen table for breakfast? Will Nicci even let on about anything we did or will it revert back to the battle of the sexes? Would it be the same as every other morning with her taunting me? Was it just a weak moment on her part? What the hell am I thinking; she is my fourteen year old sister.

Sheepishly entering the kitchen, Nicci looks up at me and smiles, bringing back vivid memories of her kiss last night. No barbs, no insults, she just smiles and continues to eat her cereal. Dad is reading the paper, mom is doing her usual, putting a bowl of cereal in front of me. Nicci now finished looks at me smiles once more and leaves. She is still wearing her rose colored nightie and a transparent robe of sorts. I can see the outline of her body, something I would have never noticed before, the darker color of her panties, but no bra. That vision is reason for me feeling a surge of growth in lower part of my body; Nicci has never had a sexual effect on me before.

Saturday mornings usual mean meeting the guys at the mall, grabbing a coffee and then lying to each other about our conquests of the night before. We all know we are lying, but it sounds good. Not having a date for tonight, I and a group of my friends plan to go to a movie.

Nicci spends the majority of the day at her friend’s house. Tiffany is a beautiful girl from a mixed family. Her mom is black; her dad white, the result is Tiffany an exotic looking teen. She moves with the grace of a lioness, her complexion coffee colored, her hair is jet black and shiny, her lips, oh her lips are made for kissing, full and always looking moist. Even at her age, I have enjoyed looking at her often, but have never looked at Nicci with the same interest until last night. Tiffany has been the subject of many bathroom sessions.

Getting home at nine-thirty, there is a note on the table, mom and dad retired early as they are going to visit my uncle tomorrow and they are expecting Nicci and me to be on our best behavior while we are there. In the past, that request had been a joke, but after what happened last night and the fact that Nicci didn’t taunt me this morning, it may change. From the silence in the house, either Nicci is in bed or she hasn’t come home from Tiffany’s. She has a lot more leeway than I had at her age.

Grabbing a glass of milk, I head for the recroom to watch the sports. Ten minutes into the program the sound of the door closing tells me Nicci has come home. A strange feeling runs through my body in anticipation, I am actually shaking. This is a new experience. Nervously, I watch the stair case and then see her.

“Hi, how was your movie?”

That question tells me something has changed no barb, no taunt, just a civilized question. She is wearing low rider jeans that have been molded to her body, a designer T-shirt accenting her small breasts. Her make-up flawless, she does look hot.

“It wasn’t bad, and how did your day go?”

“Good. Had fun with Tiffany, she is very pretty don’t you think?”

Out of the blue she hits me with a personal question, how am I to answer? Is she fishing for something? She continues down the stairs and plops herself beside me, something that would not have happened two days ago. She would never sit within arm’s length of me for fear of me nailing her for pissing me off. Her scent engulfs me, a stark reminder of her kisses last night. She looks at me, her lips moist and glistening like magnets. Then I say the unthinkable.

“She is good looking, but not as hot as my little sister.”

There I said it. Watching the surprised look on her face is interesting, and then a soft smile to kill for follows, her tongue moistens her lips, oh so sexy. She moves closer. Shit, I want to reach out and hug her, but I still have reservations about this new alliance with the devil’s spawn. We have been fighting for years; everything that is happening is so new, so unthinkable.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself. By the way, I really did enjoy what happened last night.”

Now looking at her with a sexual connotation is much different than as an antagonist. She does look very sexy, hell I have never noticed her long smooth neck, soft warm appealing skin, the way her earrings dangle provocatively as she moves her head. My prior desire was to wring her neck, not to kiss it!

“Well, it is much better than fighting that is for sure, I have had enough of mom cuffs.”

“I guess I should be sorry about that, but I am not. You deserved it.”

Both of us are eye to eye, waiting for each other to make the first move. Her lips are really beckoning me, leaning over she follows my lead and our lips touch. The same miracle happens as last night, explosions of feeling flow between our bodies. She breaks the kiss and then rearranges her small body across mine her arms around my neck and we kiss again. Running my hands slowly up and down her body, my fingers find her bra strap and waist band of her thong; hell I didn’t know she even wore a thong.

“This is much better than fighting. I told Tiffany what happen last night.”

All the feelings of expectations I have goes out the window, my shaft wilts. She told Tiffany what happen! The hollow feeling in my gut returns. What does Tiffany think of brother and sister kissing?

“Why did you do that? We could get in trouble?”

“Kissing doesn’t get you in trouble; the other things do; besides she is my best friend she wouldn’t tell anyone.”

That comment about other things perks my interest, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope for better things to come, what is she referring too? My lower extremity is starting to grow pushing into Nicci’s rib cage. She moves her body to accommodate my bulge, like it is something she has done daily for years. Just how much does she know about sex?

“What do you mean other things?”

“If I have to tell you, you must have leading a more sheltered life than I thought.”

“Maybe, so tell me.”

“Well, if I was to take this out and suck it that would cause for trouble.”

Her hand is now on my fully blown hardon, is this really my sister? Hell it feels good; none of my girlfriends have been so bold. She massages the bulbous head, my eyes close.

“You like me doing that?”

Now that brings me back, my fourteen year old sister is giving me a hand job! She takes my nod of confirmation as my acceptance for her to continue. Shit, I am close to cumming, that can’t happen; mom isn’t that stupid, I don’t want a blob of cum on my shorts.

“Nicci, you have to stop.”

“Are you going to cum?”

“I am close.”

She knows a lot more about this sex thing than I give her credit for. She stops and looks at me.

“This is one of the things that could get us in trouble, if you take off my panties and play with my pussy it could get us in trouble too. If I suck you it would get us in trouble as well.”

I was aching before, but after that revelation I am hurting, my cock is throbbing for release. She still hasn’t told me about what Tiffany’s reaction was from us just kissing. When she starts lowering my zipper a shiver goes through my body.

“Nicci, are you sure you know what you are doing? Mom and dad are expecting us to go visit with them tomorrow, what you are doing could last all night.”

“Well, let me get you off first then we can go to bed.”

What the hell am I suppose to say to that comment? She wants to get me off; none of my so called girl friends have ever been so daring. My cock is now standing straight released from the confines of my slacks. Nicci seems to be admiring my tool, it is not anything out of the ordinary, about average with the guys that I see in the shower, I am a bit thicker than most with a large bulbous head, but length wise the same as everyone, about six inches.

“That is nice cock; it is the first one I have seen up close. It is so cute. What do you want me to do, rub it or suck it?”

What a way to describe a guy’s tool, cute. But at this point, and what she is suggesting, I let the comment slide.

“Have you done that with boys?”

“No, what kind of girl do you think I am. We talk about it all the time, but I don’t think any of my friends have done it.”

“You realize that when I cum gobs of cream shoots out of me.”

“I know that.”

“Well, I heard it taste funny.”

“I know that too.”

“You would suck me? What do you want me to do for you?”

Nicci looks at me and seems to have some reservation before speaking.

“I have heard of guys kissing girls, you know where.”

“You want me to kiss your pussy?”

She doesn’t say anything; crimson burst of color floods her face, she turns her head and looks away as she nods yes. That would be a first for me as well. Guys have mentioned that they have eaten their dates, but most of the time it is bullshit. There isn’t one of my friends that I know for sure has eaten a girl. At this point, with Nicci’s hand wrapped around my cock, I am game for anything.

“When you are ready?”

With Nicci manipulating my cock as she is, I am putty in her hands, no pun intended. She is now fondling my balls as she carefully caresses me. Oh what a feeling!

“Let’s go upstairs first, I want to shower.”

“Me too.”

The last thing I want is to turn Nicci’s passions off, so being as clean as possible can’t hurt. Hell, this may develop into a regular thing, no more pumping myself in a locked bathroom. She carefully tucks my cock back into my slacks and has a hellva job getting the zipper up.

“Boy, it is big.”

What an ego builder, being a gentleman, I allow her first dibs on the bathroom, sprawling out on the bed, all I can do is think of what is about to happen. From experience when I jack off, eating Nicci should come first, as I am totally blown away after cumming, again I don’t want to be the cause of ruining a good thing. Nicci’s voice brings me back to the present. She is standing in the doorway, her robe tied at the waist.

“I am done, your turn.”

It feels good to release my cock from its confines. It has been hard before, but tonight has to be a record. Lathering quickly, my shower is completed in record time. While drying I can’t help but notice Nicci’s clothes neatly piled on the hamper. On top of the pile is her thong, a narrow wisp of silky soft material, with a larger area that would cover her pussy. Before my thoughts were of revolution seeing anything belonging to Nicci blinded me to the fact that she is a girl/woman. Today if time permitted, I would certainly enjoy examining them but time is of essence.

The way the house is laid out, our bedrooms are on the second floor, mom and dad’s master is on the main floor, theirs is in the front of the house, ours in the upper rear. When we were younger, the sounds of their bedroom antics didn’t affect us, tonight, the reverse will take effect. Mom hasn’t come upstairs during the night for a long time as they have a bath ensuite.

Nicci is in my bedroom, her reddish hair flared out on the pillows, she is still wearing her robe, however, no longer tied. When she sees me, she smiles then slowly opens the robe exposing her young naked body. Truthfully, there can’t be a more beautiful sight in the world than a woman’s body. Of course my target area is between her legs, her luv lips are well defined, what surprises me is the flower of skin protruding between them, it actually looks like a tongue sticking out, my later education tells me it was her labia whatever that is, and it is beautiful. There is a dusting of red hair framing her moist opening.

Moving closer to the wonders I realize my body is shaking like a leaf in a breeze, here I am devouring the sight of my naked teen sister. Her scent waifs me, it is an intoxicating aroma, mixed with bath soap. There is so much moisture between her legs; it glistens in the soft light. Now on the bed, my fingers explore her soft legs and thighs, edging closer to heaven. This is the second time in our life time that touching Nicci isn’t loathsome, the first being last night during our memorable kiss. She is so soft, her skin so smooth and warm to touch. Nicci’s eyes are closed; small ripples run through her body with each touch, stronger the closer I get to my goal. My first touch to her outer lips nearly sears my brain, getting a little more adventurous, spreading the lips exposes the much talked about clitoris, much maligned in our boy to boy discussions. In Nicci’s case, it is a small pink protrusion shimmering with moisture. A musky scent combines with the perfume; her pussy beckons me.

Closing my eyes, I go for the gold. My lips make contact and my tongue is lapping the moisture and in a few moments, I realize that it continuously flows. Instinct takes over; licking her clitoris gets the best reaction. If this is her first climax, she really gets into it. With her heels digging into the sheets she lifts her bum in the air, I follow her with my mouth still glued to her clit and she explodes. Her hands are on my ears pulling my face into her wet pussy. After the third time, I lift my head to look at her. Her knees are up and her legs spread wide, looking just below my lunch area, her asshole is exposed. This is the first female asshole I have ever seen and hers looks so sexy. The small slit is just noticeable in the crack of her ass, everything between my sister’s legs front and back is beautiful, and I have been fighting with her for years. How dumb have I been?

“Wow, I can’t believe what happened. Wait until I tell Tiffany.”

That did not bring music to my ears. The shock of that statement goes right to my cock that is going limp. A feeling of impending doom takes over from what was a start of something beautiful.

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The sudden roar from the bush plane’s engine brings me back to the flight; the magnificent scenery explodes below us as we fly out of a cloud bank. Animals are moving, but from this height it is difficult to make out what they are. I am tucked in the small aircraft along with core samples and everything else that could be fitted in; every space is used to the maximum weight allowed. With the noise the engine is making and the air noises it makes talking impossible. The pilot maneuvers the craft between mountain peaks, even though I have seen these views a few times now, they are still breathtaking. There is a look of concentration on his face. The last thing we need is to go down in this wilderness.

The reason for the trip fills my mind and with the question, “Why did it have to happen?”

 “You are going to tell Tiffany what happened? Why?”

“Because we talked about it and she made me promise to tell her everything, we have no secrets.”

The fear of what could happen is overshadowed by what did happen; Nicci’s pussy is slopping wet once more, her luv lips are swollen as a result of my indulging. Even my cock is perking up at the view. Nicci watches it grow to its prior self.

“Does it do that all the time?”

“No, only when I haven’t cum.”

“It is my turn, right?”

As this is all new to both of us, a nod of my head has her looking at me; she smiles then pats the pillow indicating for me to lie down. Once in position, she is all over me like a wet blanket. Her hands are so warm, so soft, her fingers exploring. She grasps my shaft and pushes downwards, sliding the foreskin down revealing its swollen mushroom head. It is a very interesting shade of purple and it is aching.

“That is neat, what is that clear stuff?”

“It is called precum; I think it has something to do with having sex with a girl.”

“You have had sex with a girl?”

The moment of truth, after all the macho things I claimed in the past while among my peers, it all comes down to this moment of truth.

“Not yet.”

“Has any girl sucked you?”

Again embarrassed, I answer.

“No, you will be the first.”

“Good.”

There is nothing I can do to stop my body from trembling. It is like it has a mind of its own. My nerves are in control of my body. My eyes are on Nicci as she examines everything. She slide the loose skin up and down amazed at the feeling and then her attention turns to my balls she is hefting in one hand.

“These are so cool, what do they do?”

“I think they help make cum, at least that is what our health books say.”

Then she leans over me with her mouth open wide and lowers her face to the head of my cock. When her moist mouth closes I nearly ejaculate, but fortunately my self control takes over. This is something that needs to be savored for as long as possible. It is fantastic, just watching Nicci’s cheeks as she sucks, it is so erotic. My cock is being sucked by my sister and it feels so good.

As much as I want to hold off, the excitement of what is happening takes control. Squeezing my legs together doesn’t help; the urge to blow is so strong. Will she swallow, that is something all the guys talk about in our bullshit sessions. Not that the conversations are based on experience, just generalities and hearsay. Nicci’s eyes are closed as she sucks in a soothing rhythm.

“Nicci, I am going to cum, do you want it in your mouth.”

My mind is hoping for a positive yes, she looks up without removing her mouth and nods yes! With my heels digging into the sheets, I push upwards trying to get more of my shaft in her mouth; everything explodes, surge after surge of hot thick creamy cum flows into Nicci’s willing mouth. She doesn’t miss a beat but continues to suck swallowing every last drop of my cream. There is no other feeling like this in the world. Slowly the feeling dissipates; Nicci continues to suck on my stub.

“You have no idea how good that felt, we should have been doing this for years.”

“We have been pretty dumb haven’t we?”

With both of us totally satisfied, we snuggle up and actually fall asleep. A number of times, I wake, my face in Nicci’s hair, she smells so good, her perfume, shampoo and a wonderful scent of sex. My final sleep comes with thoughts of Nicci’s pussy; is it big enough for sex.

 “Dale, we are about to land brace yourself; with this load it will be bumpy.”

The plane glides toward the runway at the base camp; the figures scurrying about get larger. There is a group of men waiting as we taxi up to the refueling dock. It is the project manager and his assistant. As the propeller stops turning; Roger Franks opens the side door.”

“We heard Dale, you have no idea how sad we feel about your lose. As soon as the plane is fuelled and loaded it will take you to Calgary, I have arranged for a flight to Abbotsville, you will have a stop-over in Chicago.”

In no time at all we are back in the air, the plane loaded with boxes of files and reports. Sadness over takes me once more.

 Waking up Sunday morning in each other arms is a bit discerning, can this be true? When Nicci opens her eyes she sees me, smiles, leans over and kisses me. Everything that happened last night comes flowing back. The morning sun is pouring into the room highlighting her skin’s healthy glow. Her neglected nipples are my current target, her breasts are small but perky, and her nipples protrude upwards like small cherries. Gently, my fingers caress the mounds and then the nipples. This feels so good, there is no rush, no squirming, just pleasure. My first taste of my sister’s nipples gives me a wonderful feeling when she cuddles my head, her fingers caressing my face ever so gently with a touch of love; none of my so-called girl friends have ever done that.

“Dale, we have to get dressed. Mom and dad want to leave early. We can’t let them catch us like this.”

She is right, if there was some way of getting out of the trip I would just to spend the day in bed with Nicci. In the kitchen mom prepares our bacon and eggs as she talks to dad. It is all about the visit. We get the same old lecture.

“Dale, I don’t want you to embarrass us fighting with your sister. If you do there will be hell to pay.”

“I promise to be good. I have a pile of homework to keep me busy.”

“Nicci, I don’t want you teasing your brother, be good for a change and surprise your Uncle and Aunt.”

“I promise too.”

After breakfast Nicci disappears to change for the trip. My room smells of sex, the memory of eating Nicci flows into my thoughts, will there be more tonight? Opening the window, hopefully to air it out, the last thing we need is mom questioning me. The sheets are wrinkled, but there is no evidence of cum or Nicci’s pussy juice. The pillows smell of her shampoo and perfume. Mom’s voice yelling my name reminds me of the pending trip.

“Dale, we are waiting for you.”

“Coming mom.”

Nicci is already in the back seat when I climb in. She is wearing a short blue skirt, a white blouse and white stay-ups, similar to what she was wearing Friday night when we first kissed. How could anyone, including me, be so blind to the blossoming beauty right in front of my eyes? Grabbing a text book, my plan is to do some research for my term project. It isn’t long before mom and dad are involved in a conversation totally ignoring us. Nicci touches my arm to get my attention. She looks at me then at her skirt and slowly raises the hem until her thong is exposed. The imprint of her pussy is outlined in the crotch, a number of reddish hairs have escaped. She accomplishes her goal watching my slacks tent, so much for my good intentions about studying. All through the trip, she caresses my thigh and when she is sure it is safe she grasps my tool.

While at our aunt and uncle’s my homework goal is accomplished. Nicci finds a number of things to do away from me and keeps temptation at bay. Finally, my parents call for us to get ready as we are leaving shortly.

It is dark when we make the return trip home. It had been somewhat of a trying day, even with the distraction of my homework I kept thinking about the later possibilities; Nicci spent most of her time with our cousin. They walked by me a number of times, each time Nicci made kissing sign with those luscious lips; always from a safe distance when it could only be seen by me.

“You two did me proud, no fighting, you have no idea how it helps me and your dad to enjoy the visit.”

With mom and dad occupied with the events of the day, Nicci and I act as if we are asleep; Nicci has leaned against me after throwing a car blanket over us. When mom looked over the seat she is surprised.

“Well look at that, they are asleep, Nicci is actually using Dale’s shoulder as a pillow. Maybe they are finally growing up.”

What she didn’t know is Nicci had taken my hand and put it on her thighs, and spread her legs wide. When I moved my hand upwards the surprise is that she has removed her thong and my fingers are caressing her pussy and rubbing her clitoris. She lowers my zipper and has my cock out caressing me. What could be better than this? This went on for nearly an hour. Then Nicci sits up and moves her body so she is facing me, then lies down with her head in my lap. With the car blanket draped over her body and my lap she appears to be sleeping. Unbeknown to mom and dad she managed to get my cock in her mouth and is happily sucking me. It took all my will power not to make any noise when she drained me of every drop of cream. For the balance of the trip my finger is deep in her pussy while she continues to suck my stub.

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It is clear when we land in Calgary, as in all major airports from the sky it looks like total confusion, with planes landing while others are taxing to take off. Once again my employer has people waiting for me, quickly they find my luggage and we are nearly running to departure area of the airport where my flight is now boarding. Hell, this is timed to the minute, from landing to take-off no more than twenty minutes have passed. Prior to me boarding a very attractive young lady hands me a Mac Donald’s bag, a large hot coffee and a bagel. She has no idea how much I enjoy it; my last meal was over eighteen hours ago. Once the plane levels off, sleep over takes me. Oh, Nicci why?

 Arriving home late and tomorrow being a school day, we both hit the shower and then to bed. Nicci had done a wonderful job on the ride home; the feeling on my stub as she gently sucked still brings a smile. She does enjoy sucking me, but not as much as I did. Resigned that she likely went straight to bed, my mind takes me for a review of the wonderful feeling from today before falling asleep. The slight click of the door draws my attention to a shadowy figure coming to my bed; Nicci lets her robe slide down her body, her nude body slides in beside me. Our kiss is like adrenaline, we are both wide awake. After what she did for me this afternoon, in a matter of seconds my mouth is between her legs eating. Nicci gets right into climaxing, maneuvering to give me better access to her pussy. What she inadvertently accomplishes is exposing her tight little asshole. For no other reason than it is so close to my face, my tongue flicks it. No revolting taste, in the soft light I watch her ass cheeks scrunch as my tongue flicks her asshole. Mouthing the whole area surrounding her asshole, I suck and tongue while spreading her cheeks; it must have felt sensuous, her bum loosens up giving me total unrestricted access. After a few minutes, her beautiful tight rimmed anal hole is relaxed enough for the tip of my tongue to enter. It becomes part of our ritual and eventually leads to our first experience with anal sex.

For the next three weeks Nicci and I continue to explore each other’s body at every opportunity. My five fingered friends retire in favor of Nicci’s more than willing mouth. None of my cream is wasted; she develops a taste for cum. It is a month into our relationship when she drops a bomb.

“Dale, I have something to ask you; don’t get mad.”

“Ask away.”

“Tiffany wants to see you.”

At this point I am not too fast on the uptake. With Nicci taking care of all my needs; any sexual connotation isn’t even considered.

“What does she want to see me about?”

“She doesn’t want to see you about anything; she wants to see ‘you’.”

Then it hits me, she wants to see all of me. The look on my face has to be total confusion. Hey, it’s not that I wouldn’t like to be in a room with Tiffany naked, but how often does a sister propose a proposition like that to her brother?

“I think you had better say exactly what you mean to make sure I understand what you are saying.”

That is a mouthful.

“You know that Tiffany is staying over for the weekend. Mom and dad are going out to a dinner on Saturday night. She asked me to ask you to show her your ‘you know what’.”

“And what is she going to do in return?”

“I don’t know, but she will be naked so you can see her. I know you will like what you see.”

The answer to the opportunity is a no brainer.

“Just what do you have in mind?”

“When mom and dad leave, she will get ready for you, you can use my room so that her perfume won’t get on your sheets. Mom might notice.”

“Sounds good to me, what am I expected to do?”

“The same thing you do to me.”

The thought of getting between Tiffany’s legs and licking her black pussy does have its appeal. Over the next three days, every time I see Tiffany with Nicci, she smiles and then looks down embarrassingly. By Saturday night I am hornier than an Orangutan in heat. Even with Nicci taking care of my daily needs, sometimes twice, the anticipation of what is about to happen keeps me tighter than a drum. Many times Nicci’s lust for cum has her on her knees before we go to school. Sometimes when I am shaving she just walks in and gives me a blowjob. I am one lucky person, and to think all we did was to fight before.

Saturday evening seem to take forever to come. All day long as much as I tried to do other things, Tiffany and the evening are on my mind. The worst part of this adventure is Tiffany comes over early in the afternoon, and then prances around taunting me with her lush body. Hell, all she had to do is walk into a room and it taunts me.

Finally mom and dad depart, leaving me alone with the two girls. I think all three of us watch as the car backs out of the driveway then speeds away. It is a rush to my room to undress; I have showered and shaved before mom and dad left. Feeling foolish, I sit on my bed naked as a jaybird waiting for the door to open.

“Dale, are you ready?”

Nicci enters the room stark naked her movements tantalizing me. She looks ravishing.

“Tiffany is ready. You look good. It makes me wish we were alone.”

“You know how much I want you; can you sleep with me tonight?”

“We will see.”

The urge to fuck Nicci is getting harder to fight, as a result of eating her pussy so often, I am sure her pussy is big enough to accept my cock. So far, we have been dry humping each other with me rubbing my shaft up and down her slit, a couple of times it slipped inside about an inch, but each time guilt pulls me back. I want her to want it as much as I do.

Opening her bedroom door has me trembling in anticipation, as I really don’t know what to expect. Tiffany is sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked. She is radiant; her coffee complexion is beautiful and like Nicci seems to glow with health. Her nipples are larger than Nicci’s as is her breasts. Her hips are full; all I can see of her pussy is a patch of curly dark brown hair between her closed legs. Her eyes widen as she stares at my bouncing cock.

“Tiffany, I will be in Dale’s room. Call me when you are done.”

We both watch her leave then look at each other. Her luscious full lips are coated with a dark red lip-gloss; her white eyeliner accents her beautiful brown bedroom eyes.

“Sit down beside me, I am so nervous.”

Made-up as she is; defies the fact she only fourteen years old. She could easily pass for sixteen or older. Her scent doesn’t do anything to help curtail my desire. It is unique; it has me hungering to investigate the source. Her smile will have many males scrambling to impress her; she leans against me, when our bodies make contact it is like being scalded. Electricity flows between us. Quickly my arm is around her, my fingers at the bottom of her magnificent breast moving to her hard nipple. She moves to face me then leans into me offering her lips for a kiss. Like Nicci, I can’t believe the feeling she puts into it. Everything is a blank for a moment, the taste; the feelings of her lips reverberate through me, but in seconds my face is buried between her legs sucking her juice out of her moist pussy. Her musk has a unique scent, more robust than Nicci’s but her syrup is so delicious. The surprise is the beautiful pinkish interior of her pussy and the grayish shade of her clitoris. The contrast of earth shades didn’t mean a thing as she explodes as a result of being eaten. Her asshole is much larger when relaxed than Nicci’s, but just as intriguing.

“Dale, Nicci is right; there is no feeling like it. I wasn’t sure about a guy licking my pussy, but it does feel delicious. Humm, what will I do with that?”

She daintily touches my aching cock. Gradually she gets braver and finally she grasps the shaft pushing down my foreskin and exposed the bulbous head, a small trickle of precum beads on the slit. She is following Nicci’s example, it appears they must have had very detailed discussion. Then she pushes me onto my back leans over and engulfs my cock. As with Nicci, it is breathtaking, each suck is fulfilling. It seems like an eternity before cum is boiling in me and then the strong ejaculation. She doesn’t disappoint me as she swallows every drop. Relaxed and puffing, she crawls beside me and curls up against me.

“Thank you Dale, that was nice. When Nicci told me what she wanted to do, then what she did, I wasn’t sure. Now I am.”

When she kisses me, I can taste and smell myself on her breath and in her salvia. An additional weight on the bed alerts us that Nicci is in bed with us. She is on my left, Tiffany on my right; I am the meat in the sandwich.

What we didn’t know is mom and dad returned early, but fortunately they didn’t come upstairs. That is life living on the edge. Looking at Tiffany in the morning light gives me an opportunity to study all of her sleek sexy body close up. She has a large thick curly bush framing her pussy compared to Nicci’s, her luv lips are full even when she is not excited, her clitoris actually is exposed and is the size of my little finger, about one quarter-inch long relaxed. Leaving I wonder what is going to happen next; actually praying for what I want to happen with both girls now sporting the hardon of hardons. After breakfast Tiffany and Nicci are planning to spend the day at Tiffany’s house. Prior to leaving, Tiffany slips into my room to thank me again. Her hand finds my fly and quick as a wink, she is grasping my shaft.

“Thank you for last night Dale, I was so nervous. I still can’t believe what happened. Sleeping with you and Nicci was nice; I hope we can do it again.”

Kissing her, both hands are cupping her breasts. Her nipples are hard, hell it would be interesting to spend the day with her. Finally slipping my hand into her panties my finger is embedded in her prize. As we continue to kiss, I give her clitoris a workout, so much so she climaxes, her legs go weak, her arms around me for support.

Before she leaves she gives me a promising look as the door closes, with the coated finger at my nose, all I think about is when I will be able to have full sex with her and Nicci.

 Deep in my seat, I hope no one can see the tears in my eyes. When I left Abbotsville, we both realized it would be difficult knowing we would be apart, a smile crosses my face remembering the impression her grip made on my fingers, Nicci was a very strong person. What kept me semi-satisfied is the fact we would see each other during my trips out of the bush something to always look forward too. A call to her always confirmed we would have a private time together; it seemed my life revolved around waiting for my next trip to civilization and Nicci!

But this current situation is everlastingly, Nicci will be physically out of my life forever, my memories will live on without end. The first time we had physical sex was a Friday night, before that weekend was over we had sex six times, once anally. It was a cold winter day when mom and dad left us on our own. We enjoyed anal monthly during her period. We actually looked forward to it. The plane drones on.

 Our encounters are getting more physically, the dry humping is getting serious, each time the desire to take the extra thrust and take Nicci’s cherry is getting harder to resist, she is not resisting, but actually opening her legs wide for me. Not wanting to take any chances, a good supply of condoms and a large tube of KY Jelly are hidden in the bottom of my bedside table ready when the need arises. During one of our session Nicci actually mentioned it.

“Dale, I want to have sex, real sex. I know I am ready. I like feeling your cock inside of me, I want it deeper.”

“I have wanted to fuck you since we started, whenever you want we can try it.”

“Mom and dad are going away for the weekend and you have to baby-sit.”

“Who am I supposed to be babysitting?”

“Me, of course.”

While we are discussing this upcoming weekend, Nicci has my cock in her hand gently stroking but making sure I don’t cum, my thumb is in her pussy pushing against her hymen. I can’t wait break down that barrier.

Finally Friday comes; the anticipation is murder on both of us. Mom lectures both of us about being civil to each other; she still hasn’t accepted the truce we have with each other as she still expects us to revert to our former situation. She threatens me with the unthinkable if anything physical happens to Nicci. Oh, things physical are going to happen to Nicci this weekend. Hopefully, more than once, but she will never be aware of them. She has no idea of just how close we have become.

The desire for things to happen quicker has me helping dad pack the car, then getting my final instructions to be good and not to kill my sister. They leave me in charge with enough money to buy pizza or fried chicken for our dinners each night. They would have been shocked to know we spent it on more KY Jelly and condoms.

As the car leaves the driveway, we both head for the shower. It takes some self control to keep my hands off Nicci as she undressed in front of me. She is first in the shower, but rather than wait, I get in with her. She does look lavish with the suds flowing down her body.

“Dale, I have to dry my hair so don’t start anything. I want it as much as you do.”

I leave the bathroom after drying to remove myself from all that temptation. In the bedroom the thought of actually having sex with a girl, even if it is my sister has me trembling. When she enters the room I hand her the condom which she quickly unwraps and struggles to roll down my shaft. She looks at me with a smile and arranges her body to accept the inevitable. Gingerly placing the tip of my cock at the yawning entrance of her being, I slowly begin the long awaited trip to the ultimate feeling. It is either the heat of our excited bodies or my over active imagination, but it feels like coming home, something that should be, is going to be, what must be. We are both in some other place where everything is perfect, then reality hits.

Nicci digs in her heels and thrust her body upwards surprising the hell out of me, my melancholy daydream comes to a fast end as my cock pierces her hymen and she accepts my six inches. The heat of her pussy encompasses me as does the vise-grip of her vaginal muscles; this is no daydream, but is an actuality. What I have been imagining for years is now a reality, not with one of the girls from school, but with my own sister, my Nicci.

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The engines continue to roar while the flight attendant makes her way up and down the aisles with those large bags of peanuts, why do they even bother? The only thing good about it is watching her very well formed bottom. It diverts my mind for a moment wondering what marvels are between her cheeks, a smile crosses my face recalling the first time I tongued Nicci’s asshole. It was the Sunday we went visiting with mom and dad. The day was boring, but the thought of Nicci being in my bed that night made it all the more worthwhile. Besides mom and dad were pleased we didn’t fight in the car. They would have killed us if they actually knew what we did on the way home that night.

 It is late Sunday when Nicci starts to balk at more sex as her pussy is swollen and sore from all the use. For a reason I still can’t remember, we put all he expended condoms in a plastic bowl beside the bed. The smell of sex and cum filled the bedroom.

“I don’t think I can take your cock in me again, I am so tender.”

Me, with a raging hardon can see her nether region is very red and swollen. Grabbing the KY Jelly, and asking.

“Are you willing?”

Nicci looks at me then the tube with a questioning look, in her melancholy and exhausted state the thought of anal sex isn’t registering.

“Anal sex, do you want to try it?”

Then it registers, her look is one of apprehension, it is something we had talked about with my finger deep in her asshole. Now it is the moment of truth.

“Will it hurt?”

“It shouldn’t, at least no more than the first time I was in your pussy.”

“You really want to try, don’t you?”

She is looking at my engorged shaft, the head a very dark purple, even I can’t believe how often it has recovered after fucking Nicci so many times. Reluctantly, she moves to the bed, on her tummy with legs spread. With her hands she reaches back and spreads her cheeks. That beautiful tight asshole exposed, to this point in our love life it has provide a focal point for licking and slight tongue penetration.

Gently caressing her, and then tracing her asshole rim with my finger, her young body trembles. The KY Jelly is cool causing her to scrunch her bum cheeks and squeezing her hole tightly closed. Friction of my fingers rubbing the rim warms her asshole and allows me to insert my finger, coating the interior of her very tight opening. Spreading the opening gives me an opportunity to put a large gob of jelly inside. My tool is hurting in anticipating.

“Are you ready?”

“Humm, yes. Your finger felt so good, it was kind of a shock at first, hell that stuff is cold.”

On my knees between her legs, I can’t help but survey the beautiful picture. Nicci’s skin is flawless, a beautiful shade of pink. The slop of her back, to the gentle rise of her bum cheeks is something to behold. Anticipation has me shaking again. Lowering my body, the tip of my cock slides up her ass crack, once at her opening the head stops and starts the journey to Valhalla. Pushing gently there is resistance, once past the rim, I stop and listen. Nicci’s breathing is rushed, but no signs of distress or panic. Gradually, the feeling of her moist warm interior envelops me. Her pussy was tight, but there is no comparison to the vise grip of her asshole. Totally engulfed, I relax enjoying the feeling.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I have a post in my ass, it doesn’t hurt though, just feels funny.”

“Shit, I was hoping you would feel good about it. It sure feels good to me.”

“Let’s see what happens.”

As it turns out, the movement of my shaft causes her to relax and soon her moans of pleasure tell me she is enjoying it. As for me, wow, what a feeling there is nothing to describe it. As in all good things, it had to come to an end. There is no way I can hold off.

“Nicci, I am going to cum.”

“I am ready.”

Relaxing, cum flows from me, surge after surge of hot cream spews out of me and deep in my sister’s bowels. Panting, I just lay there my face buried in Nicci’s hair. That is something that hopefully will be repeated often. We don’t move. Kissing her hair then nibbling her ear lobe, I ask.

“What do you think?”

“It was different, I nearly cum. Next time it will be better.”

That is music to my ears, the words next time.

 The flight does nothing to relieve the tension and the unknown. It is more the anticipation of what may happen in the near future that has me concerned. Krista’s well being and care is my major concern. All kinds of scenarios run through my mind. Why did this have to happen?

Looking down the aisle, there is a young couple, newlyweds. That brings another painful memory, when Nicci got married. It was inevitable it would happen, but to me it was like losing my best friend. However, when Nicci returned from her honeymoon, our reunion couldn’t have been better. Her actions showed me nothing would ever keep us apart, except death.

 When they returned from their honeymoon, it is me that picks them up at the airport. Nicci looks radiant; Frank is falling all over her. Helping them unload and carry their luggage, I am a gentleman and leave them realizing they have to be exhausted after two weeks of vacation. To me, it is the beginning of the end of a perfect relationship. If Nicci is happy, I can live with that.

When I arrive home there is a message from Nicci on my machine, a request to come and see her tomorrow afternoon when Frank is at work. As I am off for the next day, it works out fine for me. Arriving at the apartment and not knowing what to expect, she opens the door, smiles and gives me a kiss grabs my hand and drags me through the apartment. Her robe flows from her shoulders, open at the front.

It is apparent she is leading me to the master bedroom. Once in the room she lets her robe slip down her shoulders. Now nude she positions herself on the bed, legs spread wide, pussy open, clitoris hard and protruding, and her eyes sparking with desire.

“You have no idea how often I thought of you. Even with Frank bringing me to the height of ecstasy, you Dear Brother were on my mind. What did you do to me?”

“You have no idea how I felt watching you walk up the isle with Frank, my thoughts had you lost forever.”

“That will never happen, I love you so much. I want children Dale; Frank will give me a daughter and you a niece. Now join me and do what you do best, never forget this, there is no one that will ever replace you in my life.”

We make love all afternoon and into the evening, we are totally drained when I leave the apartment. The next day at work, some of my co-workers comment on how good I look and that my mood has changed. If they only knew! During that week, Nicci and I connect every day until Frank returns from work.

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The plane drones on. With each minute getting closer to my niece, I still can’t make myself believe the reason for this trip.

 Over the past few months I have watched my sister blossom with her pregnancy. She has a definite glow about her, a radiance felt by anyone near her. I can still recall the day she confided in me that she and Frank were going to start a family, she had stop taking her birth control pills. From that point on, we used condoms. Two months later she advises me her doctor confirmed she is pregnant. That evening I have some of the strongest climaxes as a celebration of her fertility. It is the first time without a condom since her pursuit of pregnancy.

From that point on Nicci and I are joined at the hips, her accepting my strong sperm fighting to find the egg already fertilized by Frank. For some reason knowing she is pregnant, my desire for my sister increases tenfold. Watching her grow and glow is a constant joy for me.

When she gives birth to Krista it is actually ten months from the time she told me she was pregnant. Realizing that fact much later after the birth, sends shivers down my spine, but I digress from her pregnancy.

At the point that she is theoretically late, she becomes very concerned and we talk often, many times by telephone late into the night. My apartment is eight blocks from their home. The day before she actually gives birth she calls me.

“Dale, I feel different, my daughter is really kicking me, I need to talk to someone, Frank had to go out of town, and he couldn’t get out of it.”

“How do you know it is a daughter? When will Frank be back?”

Frank had been doting over Nicci since the pregnancy. All indications are he will be an excellent father and provider. He continually proves his love for my sister, doting over her every whim.

“Woman’s intuition.”

“Great, we heard that comment from mom so often when justifying so many things, now you are starting it.”

“Dale, can you come over, I don’t want to be alone feeling as I do. I just talked to Frank, he suggested calling you.”

“Give me twenty minutes, I have to get dressed.”

After hanging up, I shower and shave. I am really concerned knowing how close to delivery Nicci is, the last thing she needs is any complications considering she is past due. My estimate to arrival is three minutes out. Opening the door, seeing me she is in my arms. Her over-sided tummy pushes against me as we hug, her wrap that had never been designed for its current task, opens exposing her extended tummy. She is wearing a thong that really looks comical, but at the same time looks so sexy. Some believe a pregnant woman looks unattractive, a well toned woman such as Nicci, pregnant looks beautiful. Since she started to show, she and I have taken many hours to rub anti-stretch lotions on her tummy. Her skin as always glows.

“You have no idea how relieved I feel now that you are here.”

Her breasts, never a large part of her body, are enormous. Her nipples have grown tenfold, now large and delicious looking. As dumb as it sounds, I can’t wait to taste her milk. Just looking at her reminds me of all the time we spent together making love. My desire for my sister hasn’t waned, but increased. I still desire her even nine months pregnant.

“Dale, I don’t want to be alone, I have a premonition something is going to happen.”

“That is not a premonition it is fact, you are overdue.”

 Nicci’s pregnancy has me hovering over her like a mother hen. My desire is that everything goes perfect. Many an hour was spent reviewing everything on the net in regards to pregnancy; however, too many of the articles were on what could happen. It was very disturbing at times. Prayer wasn’t a big thing in my life, but as with many, the unknown brings on anxiety, I asked nothing for myself only to have Nicci and her child is healthy. Hell isn’t there anything that will keep the tears from flowing. The plane drones on.

 “Come lay beside me Dale, I always feel comfortable with you close.”

As always when we are close, there is no way I can keep my hands off my sister, it is no different today. Gliding my hands over her breasts then slowly manipulating her nipples brings a relaxing sigh. When my mouth engulfs one teat, her hands grasp my head, pulling me gently into her soft massive breast.

“Humm, that feels so good Dale, I don’t know if it is just being with you, but I feel marvelous. You have always been there for me, at least after our first kiss, do you remember that?”

“That is something I will never forget.”

To my surprise while sucking her tit a clear liquid fills my mouth, very sparse at first, but then quickly increasing in volume the more I suck.

“Oh, Dale, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

And I didn’t. If this is mother’s milk, there won’t be enough for me and the baby. The same result happens with the other nipple, slow at first then a surge. Is this a sign of the impending birth?

“Dale, I want to cum please make me cum.”

Kicking off the covers, she spreads her legs, her pussy is bald, recently shaven, her luv lips are swollen to a size never seen before. The clitoris is erect sticking above its hood. Eating my sister has always been something savored; it is no different this time. The volume of juice surprises me, but doesn’t hinder my enjoyment, pussy juice and mother’s milk, what a combination. Three times Nicci raises her hips as she climaxes.

“Dale, I want you to make love to me. I need it.”

“Are you sure? Could it harm the baby?”

“The doctor assured me that it wouldn’t. Just do me gently.”

Nicci struggles to get on her knees present me with her bum. Her asshole is protruding like a small donut, the pressure of the pregnancy pushing it outward. The purple hue of the now swollen rim is another memorable view. Everything about Nicci is a thing of beauty. Just the thought of sex with Nicci this close to delivery has my cock standing out like an iron bar. Her pussy is dripping partial from my oral enjoyment and from her own secretions of which she has always had plenty. Cautiously, entering her, she surprises me by thrusting back. We are supposed to be gently.

“Oh, that feels good. I don’t know what it is, but I always feel so good with you in me.”

Instinctively, knowing this will be the last time in my sister until after the birth has me ready to explode in a short time. As much as I want to extend the feeling, my body defies me. As if my shaft is a fire hose, volumes of hot sperm flow into the large cavern of her pregnant aperture. In the midst of ejaculating, I didn’t realize she had pushed against me with all her force and weight and me pushing into her. My cream is deep inside of her.

“You always make me feel better. That hit the spot.”

“I can say the same sister.”

“I want you to stay with me tonight, right here beside me. Knowing your watching over me will let me get some sleep.”

Watching her rearrange herself on her side trying to get comfortable, I can’t help but admire her grit. Propped on my elbow, I watch her fall into a comfortable sleep, the rhythm of her full breasts moving with each breath, her nipples hard with tiny droplets of milk seeping from their tips. Sleep over takes me.

A sharp elbow in my solar plexus brings me back to the present.

“Dale, my water broke, call an ambulance, I have to get to the hospital. I am going to have a baby!”

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Thinking about that night now had me smiling, wondering when Nicci was in the stirrups about to deliver, did my cream come pouring out of her. It was a stressful night for me, and I wasn’t the one giving birth. One hour later, I was an uncle, my niece Krista is born. The medical staff allows me to see Nicci for a minute, but suggest I get some sleep and return later in the morning. Returning to the apartment and strip the bed, I don’t recall if gobs of cum coated the sheets. Now it seems funny. The plane hit turbulence.

 In the early afternoon after arranging to take the day off, I return to the hospital. Surprisingly, Nicci is looking good after the ordeal. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she is made up, and you know she is feeling good when she is made-up. She is wearing a beautiful chemise trimmed with lace and looking like an angel.

“Oh Dale, thanks for coming today and thanks for last night, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

“I am always there for you, you know that.”

“You will be happy to know they sewed me up so tight, it will be like making love to a virgin. Are you up to it?”

What can I say, just looking at her is enough to make me excited and knowing that I have to be good for six weeks doesn’t help. Knowing what to expect when she is able just makes my desires worse. Then I wonder who will be first, me or Frank. She does love Frank. She reaches out and pats my hand lovingly reminds me it is going to be a long six weeks. Just looking at her has me hurting, she notices and grins.

“Forget it, you will have to wait. It won’t be any easier for me, I can feel the stitches. Misery likes company. Look at your niece, isn’t she beautiful.”

The baby has recognizable features of Nicci, mind you I am prejudice. I can’t see any of Frank in her. She is sleeping.

We chat for nearly an hour when I suggest leaving to let her gets some rest. After the experience from last night a man would have been totally blown, here Nicci is full of chatter, looking like a model.

“You can go after I feed Krista.”

“Krista?”

“Yes, I have named her, actually Frank and I picked out names, Chris if it was a boy, Krista for a girl. I got my wish.”

As she finished the statement, Krista fusses. Her small arms waving, her green eyes bright and shining, a few wisps of reddish looking hair grace her head; at least they look red to me. Frank has very dark brown hair; I would have thought a few of his genes would have taken precedence over Nicci’s. My hair is a light brown, similar to my fathers. He grayed early, giving him a look of distinction. Mom loved it.

“This is the third time I will be feeding her, she has a ravenous appetite.”

Watching a mother preparing to breast feed is a wonder in itself. Exposing her breast, her nipple dripping, Krista latches on and sucks for dear life. There is a glow on Nicci face as her mother’s milk flows nourishing the new life she is holding. She looks at me and grins.

“I suppose you want some too, you big baby.”

It takes a lot to make me blush, but that comment caught me off guard. Nicci still knows how to push my buttons, but now it is in a loving manner. We haven’t been at logger horns with each other since the first kiss. I knew when I had a good thing.

“You can have a taste when she is through.”

“You’re kidding, with all the people roaming around.”

“Just close the door, the nurse knocks before coming in.”

This may sound stupid, but I get up and close the door. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. A slight tremor runs through my body in anticipation. Nicci keeps an eye on me and starts to laugh watching my antics. She makes a production when moving Krista from one nipple to the other. Each nipple has a beautiful sheen in the middle of her saucer like areolas. They have increased in radius three fold since the pregnancy. Nicci’s voice brings me back to the present.

“Okay big suck, your turn.”

Putting a satisfied Krista in the bassinette, she gently cleans each nipple, and then arranges herself flat on her back, her nipples rising upwards like the crest of a small mountain. You can imagine how ridiculous it looks to have a two hundred pound plus, six foot plus man anxiously awaiting his turn at the teat. Her milk is smooth, warm and rich. After drain each breasts she brings my face to her and we kiss.

“Bro, you have no idea how much I love you.”

“As much as I do you, I will always be here for you.”

 This trip seems to take forever, but it is just the thought of Krista on her own with no one but me that has me worried. What am I going to do? I am her only living relative, on contract for four more months. The company has given me ten days bereavement leave, in that time I have to take care of the arrangements, try and make some sense out of what happened and what is to happen next. Knowing Frank, money will not be a problem, with him it was always family first. It is something Nicci and I ever discussed, I can only hope they used our parent’s family law firm, as I have no idea where the wills are. Like all young families I know, they had a mortgage on the house and likely payments on the two vehicles. Only time will tell. If all goes as scheduled, we should be landing in two hours.

 Two weeks later at Krista’s Christening I am a Godfather. Nicci made sure I read all the requirements and swore to her to uphold them. Quickly agreeing, my thoughts are they are both young, it is just a formality. It seems like yesterday. How quickly circumstances change.

Three weeks after the birth, Nicci is back to herself, horny, not able to have physical sex, she makes it known she is up for oral sex and I am the one elected. While visiting the family, she invites me to come to dinner. Frank is in agreement, as he feels guilty having to leave again, but that is his job. This trip will keep him away from home for nearly three weeks, he is leaving shortly. Accepting, the invitation I find out the ulterior motive when I arrive. Nicci is dressed in the sexiest off-white negligee I have ever seen. As soon as the door closes she is in my arms. Desire floods into me. Grabbing my hand she leads me to the bedroom, at that point I know she up to something.

“If you want to be fed, you have to satisfy me. Everything is bothering me and I have deduced it is because I need sex. I can’t remember going this long without Frank or you satisfying me. I am healing; the doc removed my stitches, so they won’t be in the way.”

She notices my stupid look. It has only been three weeks and even I know sex is not recommended after birth for at least six weeks.

“I didn’t say you were going to be satisfied, it is you that are going to satisfy me.”

To demonstrate that fact she sits on the bed, draws up her negligee past her hips and spreads her legs, her pussy moist and beckoning. On my knees, I pay homage to the beauty in front of me, kissing the moist lips then licking, my reward is a sigh as she falls back on the bed. Her juice is as abundant as the last time I ate her, most of the swelling has gone, her clitoris is as sensitive as ever, three times I bring her to Valhalla, three times she explodes. She grabs an ear and pulls me beside her.

“Humm, that is what I have been missing. I feel much better.”

Sitting up she is at my fly, the zipper down, her hand fishing for my cock. In seconds it is out proud and frustrated, but not for long. She wraps her lips around and sucks. Now it is my turn to sigh.

At every opportunity, I enjoyed the fruits of my sister’s body, so much so she was lactating two months after Krista is weaned to solid food. There are times that she is in great pain before I am able to accept her offerings. Frank did not have my addiction to mother’s milk.

“Dale, this is the last time for this. You have had more of me then Krista. I was at the doctors this morning and I start the prescription to dry my milk up tomorrow. So enjoy it while you can.”

The memories of that time in our relationship are very vivid.

 “Mr. Gordon. Mr. Gordon, please fasten your seat belt. We will be landing at O’Hare shortly.”

“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”

“With what you have been through and the reason for the trip, I can understand. Please accept mine and the crews’ condolences.”

“Thank you.”

Yes, my last name is Gordon. At this time I will tell you my dad was a great space fan and he convinced mom that my first name should be Flash. Fortunately, growing up it never did cause me any grief, however, in my adult life I reverted to my middle name Dale, at thirty nine my business card reads, ‘F. Dale Gordon’. I cringe every time I see those old movies with the hero Flash Gordon.

Watching flight attendant walk up and down the narrow isle actually is the high point of the flight. She did remind me of Nicci as she looked later in life. Chicago, a city I have learned to hate. The last time I had to change flights in this city, I ended up in New York and my luggage in San Diego. It took three weeks for it to catch up with me. I was out nearly fifteen hundred dollars replacing everything. The real problem was I had to attend a very important meeting wearing jeans and a sweat shirt I had worn for two days straight.

As usual it is a mad house at O’Hare; I am happy to feel the surge of the jets as the plane gains altitude. The flight should take ninety minutes or less, the only thing concerning me is did they transfer my luggage to this plane?

 As Godfather, Nicci designated me as chief babysitter; I became an integral part of my niece’s life. From changing nappies to escorting her to her ball games, everything that happened to her had me involved. Watching all her physical changes makes me realize she will be a man-killer like her mom. As a baby, her small puffy pussy is a constant area of fascination, the other end wasn’t so fascinating, and she could produce the most nauseating mess imaginable. Her body changes were hardly noticeable, however, her flat nipples started to protrude ever so slightly at six, the major differences happened as she turned eight. The change is dramatic, one day she is a little girl still showing baby fat, and the next day she is a mature miniature seductress, totally aware of her changing body. Her buttocks had taken shape, never a gangly body, but now it has taken on every facet of a grown woman, in miniature. Standing sideways during her baths, her silhouette of the subtle transform is very apparent. Her breasts although very small take a distinctive shape. My mind continually made comparisons between Krista and her mother when she was a girl. This couldn’t go on, but as often as I suggest to Nicci maybe it is time for me to stop bathing Krista, she and Krista insist I continue.

On my knees in the bathroom, Krista stands waiting for me to soap her. Her pussy is always in my face. She is uncannily aware of my interest in the beauty between her legs. How does someone so young realize the power they have on a male just by exposing their body? Often she requests I read to her, usually at bedtime and with her under the covers. For reasons unknown to me, the blankets slip down and her nightie seems to bunch up exposing her lavish pussy. As in the distant pass with her mother, she challenges my willpower continually, not to do her harm as with Nicci, but to keep my hands off of the moist jewel blatantly exposed to me at every opportunity.

As determined as I am to remain aloof at the view, Krista senses my discomfort and exposes herself as often as possible while bathing, standing with her legs spread, her luv lips open exposing the cutest little clitoris. She is a seductress as well, often with her back to me; she leans over exposing both tight openings. One night while attempting to go to sleep, my mind is musing over the events of the day, Krista in the fore front, then it really hits me; she is nearly the same age as Nicci was when we first kissed. Hell, has my niece had the benefit of a head coach? Nicci couldn’t be behind this??

Nicci has provided the same freedoms to her daughter as mom did for her. That has me wondering if Nicci is guiding her in her wily ways. It would just like her to bring up Krista street-wise, even at this young age.

The trouble really started when Krista turn twelve, now she is a duplicate of Nicci at the same age, right down to the long red hair in a ponytail. She has the same seductive lips, moist for kissing and unlike her mother, she does kiss me often, not as a lover but as niece and uncle, or so I thought.

Then realizing the physical attraction developing, I attempt to remain aloft; distancing me as much as possible from temptation, but it is only a one way venture. Attempted is a good word, I attempted to stay at arm’s length; Krista did everything physical to temp me, it is like she knows something. She thinks nothing of greeting me wearing a bra and thong. I can fully or honestly attest, it is true a partial clothed female body is usually much more appealing than a totally nude one, and as I know what is lurking beneath, Krista is extremely appealing. When I visit she takes a running jump into my arms, her arms encircling my neck, her lips on mine. Feelings I should not have, come to the forefront. That is another reason the job in the wild looks so good. Perhaps some time away from Krista will give her an opportunity to find other interests.

The dumb thing is I have a large album filled with pictures of her and her mom. Viewing it daily keeps reminding me how much Krista is like her mom, not only in looks but mannerisms as well. So often my dreams are filled with Krista in the same positions as her mom and I enjoyed when we discovered each other. Those thoughts mean I am going to have to get out more.

 As the flight continues more of the reality sets in, our parents have been gone for nearly four years, both passing within six months of each other. It was especially hard for Nicci as she and mom were very close, but then we had each other, now there is no one, no one accept Krista. What is going to happen, with me as her only living relative something will have to change drastically in my life? Nicci made me promise the day she was born, I would be her godfather and would be there for her all her life, through the good and the bad. Nicci’s major concern at that time was drugs that many of our friends were getting involved with. Neither of us had need for such stimulants, we had sex, sex with each other. I finally did appeal to a number of willing girls, but I never lost sight of the love of my life, Nicci.

The fasten seat beat sign comes on, the voice of an attendant announces our decent to Abbotsville, we should be on the ground in ten minutes. A swell of grief settles in my throat as the meaning of the trip strikes home. Why, oh why?

 The sound of the air on the wing flaps being lowered coincides with the feeling of braking of the plane. At times like these, I always envy the people that actually design these planes, so many parts and all working together. There is a sound of the wheels being lowered then an audible clunk as they are locked in place. The miniature figures on the ground are getting bigger. The runway is getting closer then, the thump as the plane hits the ground. As the monster brakes, it puts a strain on the seat belts.

I watch as the plane taxis to our debarking ramp. Will Krista be there to meet me? Our people in Calgary told me they had taken care of everything. They had contacted the police in Abbotsville who informed them where Krista was staying.

Once in the airport, I am pleased to see my luggage drop on the belt. Grabbing them, I head upwards to the parking area still wondering if anyone is here to meet me. During this time, I have assumed Krista is still with the family Nicci left her with. A cold sweat covers me, what if she has been taken to Children’s Services.

“Mr. Gordon of flight #209, please report to the Customer Service office on the mezzanine floor.”

It is my flight and there can’t be more than one Mr. Gordon on the flight. The escalator whisks me up to the mezzanine floor. A large white sign directs me left to the Customer Service office, as I walk down the massive corridor, I see Krista, she and a couple are sitting waiting. When she spots me she comes running. Hell, has she changed. I see a shapely young girl/woman tearing towards me, her hair flaring behind her, her breasts pushing forward against her blouse.

“Uncle Dale, oh Uncle Dale.”

Tears are pouring out of my baby’s eyes. Her hurt is my hurt. She is in my arms, her sobs reverberating through my body. Hugging her close, caressing her hair, I do my best to comfort her. The couple who accompanied her comes over. The man has his hand extended.

“You must be Dale, at least I hope you are from that greeting, I am John Welsh and this is my wife Betty. Please accept our condolences; I know you and your sister were very close. She always talked about you.”

“Thank you, and thank you for taking care of Krista.”

“We want you to know that we are available to help during this transition. I can only imagine what is going to happen.”

“The arrangements?”

“It is all taken care of, Frank’s employer and his solicitor have detailed instructions in the event anything ever happened, and it is something my wife and I plan to do. Who the hell would have thought anything like this could have happened to Nicci and Frank?”

On the trip home, Krista never leaves me. She remains clinging to me. She insists on going home, there is no way the three of us could ever talk her out of it. The Welsh’s help with the luggage and give me their home number. The house doesn’t seem the same; there is no life to it. Usually Nicci was at the door greeting me, and if we were alone, in minutes we would be joined at the hips making love. But that will never be again. Now, it is just emptiness; just me and Krista morning the loss of her parents.

It took nearly an hour before Krista finally relaxed. All the time I hold her close, kissing the top of her head, while attempting to comfort her and knowing how sick I feel, I can only imagine how torn she is. Her shampoo and her scent remind me of Nicci, it is distinctive. In spite of the situation I can’t help but notice how Krista has filled out.

My return trips from my contracts usually consisted of enjoying Nicci either at my apartment or here. In the last year I had only seen Krista a couple of times in passing, usually as she was leaving to visit with one of her girl friends. She has become a young girl/woman.

“Have you had anything to eat? All I have had today is a hamburger and a small bag of peanuts, not the best meal in the world.”

“I am not hungry.”

“That is a lie and you know it. I can’t remember when you didn’t want to have a pizza. We can order in. If you don’t want any you can watch me eat.”

Between the two of us we devour a deluxe extra large pizza. For someone who claims she isn’t hungry, Krista packs away nearly half. Eating takes her mind off her loss, a little color is returning to her cheeks. She looks so much like her mother; just looking at her awakens memories long forgotten of the discoveries enjoyed by Nicci and me.

For the next couple of days we mope around the house, and then many times she is in my arms crying when something reminds her that her mom isn’t coming back. Krista was close to Nicci, they had mom and daughter secrets, often when they were together they would be whispering and then looking at me and start laughing. It made me feel like the butt of the joke, and they never divulged anything. Perhaps there will be a time when Krista can talk about it.

The first day back we receive a call from Frank’s insurance agent, a friend of his from one of the many organizations he belonged too, his lawyer is requesting I come to his office and a call from his manager expressing sympathy from the company and asking me to come in and discuss a few personal items, she wouldn’t elaborate.

The funeral is Wednesday, from the gathering both Nicci and Frank were well liked. Hundreds of people attended the service. Krista actually holds up quite well. It is me that needed support. Hell, it is still hard for me to accept the loss. That night Krista breaks down and has a long cry cuddled in my arms. It is at that point, my denial of the events come home to roost. We both have a good cry. After tucking her in bed, I watch until sleep overtakes her, hell she looks so much like Nicci. It takes willpower to hold back my tears.

On Friday Krista goes to school, it is at her request. Seeing her friends will divert her attention from her grief. Life goes on. Searching Nicci’s bedroom, I located her bank records. Armed with the address and the account number, I visit and inform them of the tragedy, a very sympathetic young lady advises me to see the lawyer as the accounts are now frozen, she didn’t divulge any other information. Money is not a problem as I am well paid and really never had any reason to spend it. Usually in the field, there is little temptation to over spend.

My next visit is the see Mr. Greer the lawyer. I am quickly seated in a very large office.

“Mr. Gordon, I was sorry to hear about loss of your sister and brother-in-law. Frank was always a gentleman and a good conversationalist. However, to the matters at hand, as Frank had no other living family other than his daughter Krista and yourself by marriage, and with Krista and yourself the only living relatives on Nicci’s side, the beneficiary of the will is the daughter Krista and yourself. You are named guardian of Krista, trustee of her inheritance and executor of the will, they have put a lot of trust in you, and I can only hope you are up to the task. Our firm will be glad to assist in any problems you may encounter. Frank was a good provider and leaves his daughter in very good financial shape. She will never want for anything assuming the estate is well managed.”

“My sister and her family have always been a large part of my life. I can assure you that everything possible will be done for Krista.”

“There is a personal letter in this envelop from your sister, I was sworn to deliver it to you in the event something happened or destroy it if something happened to you both. Please ensure you open it in private. I am now completing my agreement with your sister. I have no idea of the contents. Good luck.”

Standing and offering his hand we shake, he hands me a very large manila envelope bulging with papers. He never did get into the area of assets, since Krista is the main beneficiary and myself the trustee of the estate, these papers will likely tell me everything I need to know. Leaving the building my next stop is Frank’s insurance agent. After twenty minutes of traffic, the elevator whisks upwards.

After talking to reception, she makes a call and Ron McCabe comes towards me arm extended.

“You must be Dale Gordon, please come into my office.”

He indicates for me to sit in a large chair facing his desk, he sits. Grabbing a large folder from behind him, opening it, a large number of what looks like policies slid onto the desk.

“First of all allow me to express my sympathy for your loss, and especially to Krista in losing both parents. It has to be a shock. I hope she is doing well.”

“Today is the first time she went to school since the accident, and that is a good sign.”

“I am glad to hear that.”

He shuffles the massive pile and comes out with a single sheet.

“What you see before you are copies of the insurance Frank and your sister carried. Frank was adamant in all our discussions that if anything ever happened to him, his family would be taken care of. What happened never had been considered. Frank and your sister both had million dollar policies with an accidental benefit.”

“Accidental benefit?”

“Yes, in the event death was caused by an accident, the face amounts of the policies multiply by five.”

The look on my face has to be priceless; one thing Nicci and I never discussed was their financial situation. I knew Frank did well as Nicci and Krista never lacked for anything to my knowledge and their house is in a very expensive suburb.

“Ten million dollars?”

“Yes, it is one of the largest personal claims paid out I have ever been involved in. The beneficiaries are Krista and F. Dale Gordon or survivor. There is a long winded agreement in which you are appointed trustee of the proceeds with instruction to ensure seventy five percent of the claim is invested soundly to be due and payable to Krista when she turns eighteen. The rest should more than cover living expense and all her education requirements. I know the mortgage was insured as well so the house is free and clear.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing, Frank was a very wise man, the major part of the funds will be available Monday. However, I have been authorized to provide you with this check to assist in taking care of the final expenses.”

The check is for one-hundred-thousand dollars payable to me and Krista. One thing I hadn’t thought of is the final expenses, everything had been arranged by Frank’s employer, with the knowledge I was unavailable and Krista is a minor. I will have to personally thank the people responsible. After what has happened, I head home.

In the kitchen with a cup of coffee, I dump the contents of the envelope I received from the lawyer. There is a copy of the will, a safety deposit box key, and a number of documents, one is the deed to the house, and another is a copy of the mortgage. Frank not only had insurance, but numerous stocks in blue chip companies. All the certificates are in the safety deposit box. There is also the letter addressed to me in Nicci’s hand writing with a request attached to it.

“In the event of my death, this is to be delivered to my brother, F. Dale Gordon, in private, in the event we are both deceased, you are instructed to destroy the envelope and contents, without reading.”

There is a confirmation from Mr. Greer he accepted the letter and will complete delivery or destruction as instructed.

I get a feeling of foreboding; Nicci had something private to tell me. What could it be? My hands are shaking, opening the envelope it appears to be two pages of text.

“Dearest Brother:

If you are reading this, something bad has happened to me. If Frank is still living please do not reveal to him the existence of this letter or any of its contents.

Since the first memorable kiss we have shared every event and thought in our lives. I have to confess there is one part of my life that I did keep secret from you. When it is revealed to you, I know you will understand. Krista has the key to the secret. In private, please tell her you have read this letter. She is aware it exists and the reason for it. She has known the secret since she turned ten.

You will find Krista is very mature for her age. I can remember what happened to us when I was young teen. Dale, please know I loved you with all my heart, I think even more than I did Frank. You were my rock and now I hope you will be Krista’s.

With all my love.

Nicci.”

The letter is in her flowing hand and undated. It had to be in the last year as Krista recently turned fourteen. I am still in the dark. What secret does Krista possess?

The second sealed letter is power of attorney for both Nicci’s and Frank’s estate. Tomorrow, I will go to the bank and deposit the check. Packing the balance of the documents into the envelope for tomorrow, there have been enough revelations for one day. What will Krista reveal?

In the kitchen there are more than enough provisions to prepare a meal. Spaghetti and meatballs, the only thing missing is fresh crusty bread. Puttering in the kitchen takes my mind off the loss, cooking has been a hobby of mine, nothing exotic but hearty.

Upstairs, curiosity had me look into Krista’s bedroom. Her bed is a mess, the bedding strewn everywhere, what gets my attention is a blue bra and matching panties on the floor. They are too much to resist, then it hits me, hell this is my niece and I am not seventeen anymore. That was when Nicci and I became lovers. They are so soft, the panties are actually a thong, and the thin strip had to have touched her tight asshole, the patch in the front covered heaven. Self control looses, the thong is at my nose. The scent swirls around my senses bringing visions of Nicci to my mind. She and Krista’s pussy smell the same. Considering the situation, I feel guilty as a surge hits my shaft and it grows. Nicci’s scent did that every time, I must be sick thinking of Krista that way.

Getting control of myself and dropping my prizes, I return to the kitchen and wait for Krista; she should be home in less than twenty minutes. A number of scenarios go through my mind, what could have been so important that Nicci kept it a secret from me. She and I discussed everything with each other, she told me the first time she let Frank have sex with her, hell we had no secrets about anything. Often she told me the name of girls that had a crush on me. As a result of those tips, I managed to take five cherries while in my last year of high school. Even with all the other girls, Nicci was the best thing that ever happened to me. Hell, this is going to be hard. In the past coming home from an assignment meant Nicci would be mine at the first opportunity. She always managed to have an excuse for seeing me at my apartment or more often than not, me visiting her when Frank was at work or out of town. She was my sister, my confident, my best friend and most of all, my lover. The door opens and closes.

“Dale, are you home? What is that I smell?”

“That is the result of me slaving over the hot stove all afternoon preparing a meal for my mistress.”

“Humm, mistress in what connotation are you referring.”

What an odd comment from Krista. It took me a bit off guard then I look up and see Nicci mischievous smile on Krista’s face, she has it down pat.

“That is for you to figure out. How was your first day back at school?”

“Good, it really helped, see the homework?”

She shows me a large pile of books and two binders. I hate to admit this, but what she is wearing and how she looks is much more appealing than a pile of books. Her school uniform has to have been altered to fit her body as it does. The pleats end at the top of her legs exposing one hell of a lot of skin in my opinion. Her blouse is captivated by her breasts, so well proportioned to the rest of her body, her ponytail waves as she moves, her lips, like her mothers are begging to be kissed.

Hell, Dale get a life, this is your niece you’re panting over. Looking up, Krista has a knowing smile on her face, the same look her mother used when she told me she knew about my bathroom activities.

“Your thinking of mom, aren’t you?”

Why would she say that? In all the times Nicci and I were intimate we made sure there was no witnesses, especially Krista. It was our wish that nothing ever happened to the family, allowing Krista to grow up in a loving stable atmosphere. From the beginning Frank accepted that his wife and I were close as kids and as grownups. I don’t think he suspected.

“Why would you say that? Your mom was my sister. I am supposed to tell you I read the letter.”

“You have been to the lawyers.”

“Yes, I am assuming you are going to tell me something.”

“I am, but not until after dinner. You can wait that long?”

“I guess. Any hints?”

“Yes, I am hungry.”

“Well, I have to slip out and get some fresh bread.”

With that she smiles and sticks her tongue out at me, just like Nicci did so many times, then tears upstairs to change. Driving to and from the bakery, I attempt to put everything in prospective and cease thinking about Krista in the same context as my sister, she is my niece; I have to keep telling myself that. When I return, water is running as she is in the shower. Setting the table, everything is ready.

“I am ravished Uncle Dale.”

“You still aren’t telling me anything.”

“No, after dinner you can shower and I will clean up, then we can have a tete the tete.”

Stubborn like her mom, there is not use talking about it as she will tell me when she is good and ready. It is good to see her appetite has returned.

“You make good spaghetti, really tasty.”

“It must be after the amount you downed, what do you have a hollow leg?”

“Never mind the comments, go and shower. I will meet you in the living room.”

The more she does this, the more it reminds me of her mother. Nicci could be so frustrating, but I put up with it knowing she would be in my bed. How I am going to miss that. After drying, I slip into my shorts and a heavy robe. The moment of truth is about to arrive.

Sitting beside Krista, she looks at me, and then reaches over and caresses my cheeks with her hand, ever so softly just like her mother did so often. What an eerie feeling. She slips her hand between the cushions and removes an envelope addressed to me in Nicci’s writing. Opening it reveals this letter.

“My Greatest friend, my Life, my Lover:

Dale, this is the second part, you don’t have to worry, Krista is aware of the contents, as I mentioned she is very mature.

Enclosed find DNA’s of you, me and Krista. It wasn’t hard to get a sample of yours, you left many a gob of cum, pubic hairs and saliva all which would be ample for what I needed.

Krista is your daughter, our love child. Frank’s sperm count was so low the odds of him getting me pregnant were very small, so you were my choice. Don’t be mad at me.

Please take care of Krista as I know she will take care of you. Just let your heart be your guide and know that I will always be looking over both of you. Just remember how I loved you.

Forever,

Nicci.”

Looking at Krista, I notice a tear in her eye.

“Hi daddy, you have no idea how many times I wanted to call you that. Mom told me everything about you and her, from the first kiss. Since she told me, she and I would talk about you and what you liked after each one of your liaisons. I know a lot about you.”

Again, Nicci dumbfounds me. Of Krista’s birth, I had no idea, but now thinking about it, the length of her pregnancy, she must have tried with Frank and nothing happened, so when she told me she was pregnant she wasn’t. My mighty sperm took the challenge. Then another surprise, Krista slips into my arms, her robe open, she is naked with the exception of a very flimsy nightie. Opening my robe she kisses me, a kiss similar to her mother first kiss, her tongue pushing against my lips for entrance. Why I did it will never be known, her tongue is against mine, and her taste reminds me of Nicci, down to the strawberries. Just how much did her mom tell her?

Then another shock, her hand grips my cock and starts pumping. Opening my mouth to speak, she covers it with her lips. It does feel good but this is crazy, I should show some backbone and stop it.

“Krista, we have to stop.”

“No we don’t. Mom told me what you enjoy and I am going to try and fill the void she left in both of our lives. Make love with me.”

The body is strong but the mind is weak. My resistance is good until Krista mouths me. She sucks like a pro. Exploding she doesn’t miss a drop, sucking until there is only a soft stub. Then I watch as she stands and drops her nightie, her soft beautiful body exposed. Grabbing my hand she leads me to her bedroom, the bed made and the covers turned down.

“Daddy, I want to sleep with you, just as mom did. Don’t feel ashamed, mom said you would. Think of me as mom so many years ago.”

That night I did examine every orifice of her teen body with my tongue. From her first climax I know there is no turning back. Tasting her luv juice brings back memories of Nicci.

We mutually agreed two months later to take her cherry. Once we start with full blown sex, Krista couldn’t get enough.

I completed my contract and now live with Krista. I do some consulting work and am never away from her for more than a week at a time, the Welsh family gladly covers for me when I am gone. Besides Krista’s best friends is their daughter.

It works well, as it keeps me busy and allows me to be a father and lover to Krista. She, like her mom, has mentioned four of her friends that think I am cool, whatever that means, and says she will hook me up with them if I am interested. Do I dare?

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