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Bathtime With Niece
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

John has raised his niece and made hygiene an important 
part of their relationship. Now Jill is taking bathtime 
to a whole new level. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, 1st, oral, 
mast)

***

Bob was reading a book about prohibition when Jill got 
finished with her homework and came out of her room.

"Bathtime, Uncle Bob," she said brightly.

"Um?" said Bob, looking up from his book. His niece was 
naked.

"I said it was bathtime. Come on. I have cheerleader 
tryouts tomorrow and I have to get up early so I can 
get there, warm up and practice my cheers. Tub or 
Shower?" she finished.

"Well, since you're in such a hurry, I suppose it 
should be shower tonight," said her uncle, and he got 
up. He untied his robe and dropped it to the floor, 
leaving him just as naked as his niece.

"Hurry up Uncle Bob," said Jill from inside the 
bathroom. He heard the water start. "I'm horny." And 
she giggled.

An outsider would never have understood their 
relationship. If you were to ask Bob about it, he'd say 
it was just an accident of fate. His brother and 
sister-in-law had joined the peace corps just three 
years after having Jill, and when they found out they'd 
be stationed in central Africa, they'd decided not to 
take Jill with them. 

Bob had agreed to take care of his niece for the year 
they were supposed to be gone. He'd wished them well 
and watched the plane take off. He knew they got to 
Africa. He got letters. But then the letters stopped. 
They disappeared off the face of the earth and had not 
been seen or heard from for 12 years. They were 
presumed dead, and the courts had granted an adoption 
application to Bob, since he was Jill's closest living 
relative.

Now Bob had never married. He'd had a few abortive 
short term relationships with some girls. He'd even 
gotten his dick wet a couple of times, but he was too 
afraid of rejection to actually form a meaningful bond 
with a woman. As such, he really didn't have a clue how 
to raise a little girl. And, in one sense, his own 
emotional self grew up with hers. There were three 
things he did for Jill that he was proud of and thought 
he was pretty good at. One was clothing her. Another 
was making sure she had good nutrition and got lots of 
exercise. And the third was her personal hygiene.

And because he was proud of what he was doing, the fact 
that he gave his niece baths didn't seem strange at 
all. Not even when she turned ten, then twelve, then 
entered her teens. It was just something they did 
together by then, and they'd developed a routine.

It had started when she was little. He knew she could 
get infections in her vagina, so he made sure to clean 
that very well. There was nothing sexual about it. 
Well, not then. He wasn't a pervert. Well, not then. He 
just washed her.

The first time it crossed the line was when she was 
almost eleven. He was washing her cute hairless pussy 
and his finger flitted between her tight young labia. 
She cooed and said that felt good, so he did it for 
quite a while. He got hard, but made sure she didn't 
see that.

Then, a year later, she'd come screaming to him, 
babbling that she was dying, bleeding to death. She 
dragged him to the bathroom and he saw the stool full 
of bright red water and knew she'd started her periods. 
He had prepared for this, reading up on the process, 
the products available, their pros and cons and so 
forth. So he calmed her down and taught her how to use 
tampons.

He'd had to break her hymen to insert the first one, 
and he'd done it with his finger. That didn't seem 
strange to either of them. He'd been partially 
inserting his fingers in her for over a year, as he 
washed her in the bathtub. By then their routine was 
like this. 

First she sat up in the tub and he washed her hair. 
Then while the conditioner sunk in, he washed her upper 
body and her pussy. Then she got on her hands and knees 
and he rinsed her hair and the rest of her body, 
running his fingers between her legs to get her pussy 
and her tight little rectum clean. Once she was out of 
the tub and dry, he rubbed her whole body with lotion, 
especially her pussy.

So, after the initial pain died down, when he showed 
her how to change the tampon, he made sure there was a 
warm wet washcloth handy to rub all over her crotch. 
There was a lot of pussy rubbing going on in their 
family, but it was pretty harmless. It felt good, so he 
did it for her.

Afterwards, alone in his room, he beat off, shooting 
streams of his spunk skyward as he remembered the feel 
of her soft skin.

When she was 13 she'd come home one night from being 
out with her friends. She was downcast and he saw this 
immediately. When he asked her what was wrong, she said 
she'd been talking to her friends. She'd mentioned 
something she'd said to her Uncle during bathtime and 
he'd said thus and such. 

The girl's eyes had gotten all big and she'd asked if 
Jill's Uncle was IN the bathroom at the same time that 
Jill was IN the bathtub. Jill, thinking that was normal 
had said "Sure". Her friend had whooped and hollered 
and made fun of her, saying that was dirty.

"Is what we do dirty, Uncle Bob?" Jill had asked.

"Sweetie, there are some folks who would call it dirty 
or wrong. Most people don't do it the way we do, I 
suppose. But what we do is between us, and I don't 
think it's anybody else's business. If you don't like 
it anymore, then we'll stop."

She'd said she didn't want to stop. She liked what they 
did. And they agreed then that no one would be told 
anything about it in the future, and it would be just 
between them. After that, however, sometimes Jill took 
a bath by herself. Still, at least once a week she'd 
announce it was bathtime and pull her Uncle into the 
bathroom.

Of course Jill learned about sex. She learned most of 
it like most of us do, from friends, magazines, and 
other ignorant and unreliable sources. But she 
understood the birds and the bees and her friends 
described what they claimed they were doing in back 
seats. Jill, however, had no urge to do any of those 
things. Her needs were being met at home.

When she was 14 she had her first orgasm. It was in the 
bathtub, and her Uncle's finger was about halfway in 
her pussy when it happened. He'd been strumming her 
young clitty with his soapy finger while she sighed and 
said how good that felt. She was on her knees at the 
time, her head dripping blobs of shampoo down her 
developing body. 

She was washing her own breasts, something Uncle Bob 
had awakened her to during baths in the last couple of 
years. She felt the urge to stop and squeeze her 
nipples. When she did, the combination of that and her 
Uncle's finger in her pussy sent her over the edge.

"Oh!" she yipped when it started. "OH!!" Bob saw what 
was happening and dug his finger deeper into her tight 
pussy. "OHHHH!!!" she moaned as her pussy flooded with 
juice. She gripped the sides of the tub and bent over, 
one hand coming to cover her Uncle's hand between her 
legs, and she grabbed that hand, jerking it back and 
forth. 

That, of course, made his finger slide all around in 
her quaking pussy as her orgasm slowly faded away. She 
looked up at her Uncle, who was smiling broadly. "I 
don't know what that was, but it felt REALLY good," she 
panted. From then on, bathtime included Uncle Bob 
almost every time, and she insisted that he wash her 
pussy REALLY REALLY good, inside and out. She got good 
at having orgasms, and Bob got good at giving them to 
her.

It was shortly before her fifteenth birthday when, 
after a particularly nice cum, she was lying back in 
the tub while her uncle gazed fondly at her naked body. 
She looked at him and said "Uncle Bob, you always wash 
me during bathtime, but I never wash YOU." Then she 
just looked at him, the silence demanding some kind of 
answer.

Bob, who thought he had gotten pretty good at hiding 
his boners during bathtime, was afflicted with one at 
the moment. It caused him to miss the look in her eye 
and clouded his judgment. He said the first thing that 
came to mind. "Sweetie, I take showers."

"Why don't I take showers?" she said sweetly.

"Well, I suppose you could. We've just made a habit of 
giving you baths. It's been that way since you were a 
toddler."

"Well, I think tomorrow night you should wash me in the 
shower."

Now the importance of what was being discussed 
penetrated his testosterone laden mind. He couldn't get 
in the shower with her because she'd see his hard-ons. 
"But... we can't," he said. "I'd um... get all wet. I 
mean my clothes would get all wet."

Jill laughed and splashed him with the bathwater. "Like 
I don't get them wet when I cum?" He'd admitted to her 
that what was happening to her was him "helping her 
cum" and now it was a part of the routine. In truth, 
she got pretty wild sometimes and he did, in fact, get 
pretty wet sometimes.

He tried again. "The shower has a glass door, and if we 
leave it open while the shower's on, and I'm trying to 
wash you, water will get everywhere."

"Then you'll just have to come inside the shower with 
me," she said reasonably.

He stuttered and blushed and said, "We just can't take 
showers together."

She stared at him through her eyelashes. She wasn't 
stupid at all. "You get erections, don't you?" When he 
didn't say anything she went on "During bathtime you 
get erections. I've seen them." His head jerked up, his 
eyes wild. "Through your pants," she said "You know... 
sort of poking them out. You usually cover them up with 
a towel, but it happens doesn't it?"

He hung his head. "Yes," he said miserably. "I'm 
sorry."

Jill touched his hand. "What for Uncle Bob? Because 
you're normal? Come on. Why do I call you in here for 
bathtime? Because I can't do it by myself? Of course 
not. I'm not stupid. I like what we do. It makes me 
feel good. It makes me feel special. AND I get all 
clean at the same time!" she finished brightly. He 
didn't smile. "I'd like to think I'm cute, and that's 
why you get stiffies." She posed for him, cupping her 
breasts.

"I think you're too young to see a man's penis," he 
said firmly. Well, maybe not firmly. The idea of being 
close to her naked had grabbed him by the balls and was 
squeezing them tightly.

"So, what you're telling me," she said seriously. "Is 
that you think I should see my first penis in the back 
seat of some car... on a date... with some boy from 
school."

He stared at her, amazed at how she had boxed him in so 
neatly. "Tomorrow night you get to take a shower," he 
said.

She jumped up in the tub and squealed, "Goody!" and 
hugged him, pressing her wet body against his. He was 
soaked and there was a huge lump in the front of his 
pants. Jill bent at the waist until her eyes were level 
with that lump. "And I'll see YOU tomorrow night," she 
said.

And so, the next night, he'd nervously gone with her 
into the master bathroom, where the big 48" X 48" 
shower was. She'd dropped her clothes unashamedly, like 
she'd been doing for years, and waited for him to get 
naked with her. He made sure he didn't look at her 
while she stripped. Instead he looked at the loose 
corner of a piece of wallpaper and thought about how 
he'd repair it. He managed to get undressed without 
getting a boner.

"See there?" she said in a soothing voice. "It's not so 
bad, now is it?" Then she took his hand and pulled him 
into the shower. She demanded he "teach" her how to 
take a shower, even though she'd been taking them for 
years at school and the gym. And so he found himself 
sliding his wet soapy hands all over her smooth tight 
flesh. When he did her shoulders and slid his hands to 
her back, she stepped into him and he found himself 
hugging her wet naked body, her hard breasts poking 
into his chest. 

His cock sprang to attention, coming up between her 
legs. She hugged him, keeping him from pulling back. 
"Hmmmmmm. That's better," she sighed. Then she relented 
and turned around, with her back to him. "Now wash my 
front," she ordered. Then she BACKED into him, shoving 
her warm cushiony butt back against his angry hard 
cock. Now his hands roamed her breasts, belly and 
dipped into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back on 
his cock harder. Finally she leaned over backward, as 
he slipped a finger into her and put her arms around 
his neck. 

"Oh, I like this a lot," she said as she stood, knees 
locked, feet spread to give him lots of room at her 
pussy. She came hard, hugging his neck hard and gasping 
"Yes... yes... yes." And all the time she was grinding 
her butt into his dripping cock.

Finally she was done and she dropped her hands. She 
stepped away from him and turned around. "And now I get 
to wash you." she said. He stood stock still, knowing 
he shouldn't let her do this. But he was confused. He'd 
been fingering her sweet little pussy for years. How 
could this be so much worse? By then it was too late. 

Jill, for some reason, didn't seem to think that 
anything was dirty on him except his hard cock. She 
decided to wash THAT first. She got down into a squat, 
soaped up her hands, and began to get his cock and 
balls nice and clean. She'd slid her hands up and down 
his long stiff prick about three or four times when it 
went off. She jerked as his first shot hit her right on 
her chin and she stood up just enough that the next two 
shots hit her breasts. 

She kept "washing" it, somehow knowing to squeeze when 
she was pulling her hand away from his body, milking 
him of all his white spend. Meanwhile he watched, 
fascinated, as three streams of his cum began to slide 
down her torso, across her navel, heading toward the 
juncture of her legs, like it knew where it was 
supposed to be and was trying to get there. 

Jill laughed and said, "That was FUN!" and began to 
smear the three streams of his cum all over her front. 
She let one cum-covered hand slide into her pussy and 
dipped her own finger into her pussy. As Bob saw that 
happen, and knew that his sperm had just entered her 
virgin slot, his cock fired one last long rope of 
spooge against her abdomen. She promptly rubbed that 
one into her pussy too.

Thus had they graduated to showers, mostly, though 
every so often Jill wanted to be washed in the tub, 
like old times. She made him get naked with her though, 
and when her bath was finished, she washed just that 
part of him she liked to wash so much.

It was during one of those times when she decided to 
kiss the object of her affection. He wasn't expecting 
that, and when she leaned forward and planted her loose 
wet lips around the crown of his cock, he introduced 
her to the taste of fresh sperm accidentally. By then 
she knew what to expect when his cock went off, and 
she'd known that it might happen. 

Truth be told she'd been curious about what he'd taste 
like, remembering all the bragging her girl friends had 
been doing for years about giving blow jobs. So when 
his cock exploded, she just slipped her lips down over 
the head and let it wash into her cheeks. She gulped a 
couple of times and then pulled off to wash the rest 
around in her mouth, tasting it, feeling the texture. 
Then she swallowed the rest and licked her lips.

She looked up at her flushed Uncle through her 
eyelashes. "Hmmmm. Smooth, the consistency of pudding 
before it sets up, kind of sweet even. I approve." Then 
she leaned forward and sucked his dick in, giving it 
one last strong suck as she pulled her lips slowly off 
of it.

That's the way it had been for about the last three 
months. When they were in the shower she liked to get 
it all over her body and she ALWAYS rubbed it into her 
pussy, even though he told her that was very dangerous. 
But he knew she'd do it, and it made him cum even 
harder than when she was sucking on him.

And tonight she wanted the shower. He was ready. She 
was already in the shower and when he stepped in she 
attacked him, pressing her body against his. "I don't 
know why," she said sweetly. "But I'm just extra horny 
tonight. I want you to wash me extra good tonight Uncle 
Bob, OK?"

"It would be my pleasure," he said as he began to slid 
his hands all over her naked nubile body. She turned 
her back to him and stood spread legged. She liked that 
because he had good access to her itchy pussy and she 
got to feel his manhood in the cleft of her butt. She 
snaked a hand behind her and grasped his cock, stroking 
it slowly. She felt her orgasm approaching, but 
something made her want to hold off. 

She turned around, again facing her uncle. She did 
something she'd never done before. She put her arms 
around his neck, reached up and locked her lips onto 
his. Their kiss was electric and shocked both of them 
to the core. It was the most erotic thing that had 
happened to either of them and Bob's cock gave a short 
spurt of cum juice. 

Jill felt the heat of it on her hand and stepped back. 
She stared at his cock and soaped up her hands. She 
frothed his cock, getting it covered with suds. Then 
she stood up and arched her back, walking toward him, 
spread legged. "My pussy needs more washing Uncle Bob. 
Your cock is all soapy. I'm gonna wash my pussy with 
your cock Uncle Bob."

He stood frozen as she bent his boner down and used the 
soap covered knob to rub all over her mound and between 
her pussy lips. She moaned and hunched her loins toward 
his. Now she dug the tip into her pussy mouth, 
swabbing. It burped another glob of his seed and she 
smeared it all up in her pussy mouth. She went up on 
her tip toes and put her arms around his neck again. 
"My pussy needs to be washed deeper Uncle Bob, like you 
do with your finger."

He knew what she meant. He knew what she wanted. He 
wanted it too. It was so wrong, but he wanted it too. 
She lifted one leg, opening herself up for him and he 
lifted her by her arms until she was above his rod. 
Then he let her down and his soapy cock slid right into 
her core.

He'd had two fingers in her during particularly violent 
orgasms. She was wet with her own juices and slippery 
from the sperm he'd leaked in the mouth of her pussy. 
His cock was soapy. Still, she was a tight fit. But she 
wanted it badly, and she wasn't afraid, so she just 
relaxed and let the fullness of penetration spread 
through her loins. 

About then the tip of his cock kissed her cervix and 
she hung, impaled, her pussy fluttering like a heart 
that cannot beat in proper time. "Ohhhhh Uncle Bob," 
she sighed, tipping her face up. 

He kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue into 
her mouth. He bent his knees so she could get her toes 
on the shower floor. He expected her to pull up, to 
ease the pressure and depth of his penetration. But 
instead, she used her purchase to slide her pussy 
sideways, and then back, and then in a small circle. He 
realized the base of his cock was supporting a lot of 
her weight, and it was contacting her right on her poor 
flattened clitty.

She came. She shuddered and whined and then made 
burbling sounds, nonsense sounds as her voice got 
louder and louder. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock 
and she let her feet drop, putting more of her weight 
on his cock, trying to drive it as deeply inside her as 
was possible. She gasped and then kissed him wildly as 
her pussy fluttered again, rippling, milking, asking 
for his precious gift.

His prick exploded. He didn't even think about pulling 
out and when she felt the heat and wet splashes of his 
cum in her pussy she just scrunched her pussy harder 
onto him. His seed bathed the inside of her pussy, all 
along its length and seeped into her teenage womb. He 
came so much it ran out around his cock and down her 
thighs, to be washed off by the water beating down on 
both of them. 

Between the two of them, it was a three minute orgasm. 
He finally tried to pull it out of her, but her hands 
slapped his ass and held him in. She talked to his 
chest, her eyes closed. "I don't ever want you to take 
it out. Not ever."

He smiled, "That's silly and you know it." Then he was 
more serious, "I should not have cum inside of you. You 
know that. You could get pregnant. You might already BE 
pregnant. We can't do this any more," he said, trying 
to do the right thing.

She dug her very sharp, very long fingernails into his 
butt cheeks. "Oh, we're going to do this again," she 
said, looking up at him now. "In fact we're going to do 
this a lot. I liked this very, very much." She smiled 
and flexed some newly discovered muscles, squeezing his 
shrinking cock. "And I've never ever felt this clean so 
far up inside me."

And that, after all, is what bathtime is for, right?

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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