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Playing A Round With My Niece
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Lori asks her Uncle Bob to teach her to play golf so 
she can get the attention of the man she attracted to. 
Little does Uncle Bob know that HE's the man she is 
into. She shows off her skills and he scores a hole in 
one. (M/F-teen, inc, reluc, ech, 1st, preg)

***

Author's note: This story may be a little tedious if 
you aren't a golfer, since it uses a lot of golfer 
language. If you aren't a golfer, don't despair, 
though. Look at this as a wonderful opportunity for you 
to share this story with a friend who IS a golfer, and 
he or she can explain all the puns to you. Who knows? 
Maybe something fun will happen during that process!

***

I watched Lori as she walked toward me, and realized 
something was different. She's my niece - my sister's 
daughter - and I've known her all her life, so I know 
her like my own daughter. In some ways I'm her Father 
figure, seeing as how her own father decided to jump 
out of a perfectly good airplane while wearing a 
parachute that wasn't so perfectly good, and didn't 
open. That was when Lori was eight.

That set them up financially for the rest of their 
lives, but a girl needs a Daddy, and I was the closest 
thing she had to one.

So... what was different? I couldn't put my finger on 
it.

I watched her sixteen year old hips sway gently as she 
walked across the parking lot. This whole thing had 
started when she told me there was this guy she was 
interested in. He wasn't paying the kind of attention 
to her that she wanted, and, since he played golf, she 
wanted me to teach her how to play so she could suggest 
they had something in common. Then they could go out 
and play and things would progress... etcetera and so 
forth. Being the good father figure I was, I had 
agreed. 

She was dressed as I had told her to, in a short tennis 
skirt that wouldn't interfere with her legs, and a tank 
top that didn't have any material to bind across her 
shoulders. She had tied back her shoulder length blond 
hair in a ponytail that the wind couldn't blow it in 
her face to distract her. The whole outfit was white 
and the sun made her stand out from everything else 
around her. 

Of course she would stand out anyway. She had that 
indescribable natural beauty that didn't rely on or 
even need cosmetics. Her skirt swished as she walked, 
her arms swinging confidently. She saw me and grinned, 
baring brilliantly white teeth, and speeding up enough 
to make her breasts jiggle under the tank top.
 
Something was different. I couldn't figure out what it 
was though.

I knew what would be next. When she was thirteen she 
developed the habit of stalking up to me and yelling, 
"I'm gonna jump your decrepit old bones!" Not having 
any idea at all of the various ways that could be 
interpreted. But for her, back then, it meant running 
at me, leaping in the air and wrapping her arms and 
legs around me while I caught her. Then she gave me big 
smoochy kisses on the cheek as she squealed, "Unca 
BOB!" 

The jumping part faded out somewhere between fourteen 
and fifteen, and somewhere along the way somebody had 
explained to her that announcing she was going to jump 
her Uncle's bones was probably inappropriate because of 
the other meaning she hadn't even known about. For 
whatever reason though, she wanted to keep that part of 
our greeting ritual. These days she simply waited until 
she was hugging me and then said it in my ear so other 
people wouldn't hear it. Nowadays I just got a nice 
close hug. And the kiss on the cheek, of course. 

She was still twenty feet away when she squealed, "Unca 
BOB!" and began to open her arms. She kept coming and 
hit me hard enough that I staggered back a step as 
those delightful bouncing breasts slammed into my 
chest. I felt her wet kiss on my cheek and waited to 
hear her tell me she was going to jump my bones. I had 
gotten quite fond of hearing that.

Instead she pushed back roughly. 

"Unca Bob! You have stubble! You didn't shave." Two 
fingers came up and rubbed across ruby lips like they 
were actually hurt or something.

"It's Saturday morning, on my day off, and I have to 
get up anyway and come here to help out a whiny little 
girl who can't figure out how to get her intended 
boyfriend to notice her" I grumbled. "And now you tell 
me I have to shave too?" 

She crossed her arms under those breasts and stood 
hipshot, one leg supporting her weight. "I'm NOT a 
little girl," she said acidly. And he's dreamy and a 
good golfer from what I hear and it's only natural that 
I'd want to learn golf so he'll notice me, and you're a 
golf pro and my Uncle and you love me so you HAVE to 
help me do this because this is the only way" she 
finally had to stop to take a breath.

"I know, I know" I said, "but wouldn't it be a whole 
lot easier if you just went up to him and whispered in 
his ear that he makes your panties wet?" 

Now where did THAT come from? That just isn't the sort 
of thing an Uncle says to his lovely niece. 

Clouds gathered in her gaze, and tears welled up in her 
brilliant green eyes. "That's the problem Uncle Bob" 
she whimpered. "He DOES make my panties wet! But I 
can't get him to notice me as a woman!" 

Man! Had we entered a new phase in our relationship or 
WHAT!? We'd always been able to talk about things, but 
this was WAY more intimate than we'd ever been before. 

She was crying big crocodile tears now.

I pulled her to me again. "I'm sorry baby," I said as 
she buried her face in my shoulder. "I'm a jerk. What 
can I say. Yes, I love you and yes, I'll teach you how 
to play golf so you can have that in common with this 
boy. Come on, stop crying now."

I was rubbing her back and, in an off hand sort of way 
noticed that she had neglected to wear a bra. Her back 
was smooth and I liked rubbing it. This boy had better 
be worth it... making my niece cry. I ought to go find 
him and...

The proverbial ton of bricks hit me square on the head. 

I knew what was different. 

As my cute niece sniffled in my chest I realized I was 
looking at her as a potential sexual partner instead of 
as my niece. She was in the flush of puberty, nubile, 
well proportioned and just ripe to have babies, and 
part of me wanted to be the first man to give her one. 

I felt bad.

Well, not bad, exactly, but I knew I shouldn't feel 
that way. I should concentrate on being a good Uncle.

"Look, honey, I understand. And I told you I'd teach 
you to play golf, and you're here, so what do you say 
we dry your beautiful eyes and get started?"

She took a deep breath, pushing those nice soft breasts 
against me one last time and stepped back, smiling. She 
wiped her eyes. "Yes! Thank you. I can't wait."

I had gotten her a bag from the clubhouse that had a 
total of three clubs in it: a driver, a seven iron and 
a pitching wedge. I started out explaining that there 
was a right way and a whole lot of wrong ways to hit 
the ball, but that if she wanted to learn it right, she 
should concentrate on using the exact same swing every 
time she hit the ball, regardless of what club she was 
holding. "That's the secret, Lori - consistency. Then, 
once you are consistent, you can start tweaking your 
swing to make EVERY shot better." 

She pulled out the driver and I handed her a ball and 
tee. "Give it a try," I said.

She'd been around me enough to have seen me hit a lot 
of balls, so she was prepared in terms of knowing what 
to do with the tee.

I, however, was not prepared when she bent over 
straight-legged and pressed the tee into the ground. 
Her tennis skirt rode up and I was presented with a 
prick stiffening view of a pair of well packed, baby 
blue panties, cradling the nicest, tightest buns I had 
seen in a long, long time. One of her legs left the 
ground as she over-balanced, and she spread her legs.

Camel toe. 

I wanted to grab my chest and fall to the ground. The 
front of my slacks tented out and I looked around 
hastily to see who else was watching this amazing show. 
No one, thank goodness.

Completely oblivious, Lori stood up and prepared to hit 
the ball. She took a stance that wasn't bad for a 
beginner, but all I could think of was, that if I was 
the ball, I could look up and get a prime view of that 
sweet teen pussy in those clinging blue panties.

Because I was imagining her panties, I missed her swing 
completely. She heeled the ball and it shot off at an 
oblique angle to her left. She stomped a foot angrily 
and turned around. "See? He will never want to take me 
out if I do that."

I held up a hand. "Not to worry sweet Princess. That's 
what I'm here for." I threw her a ball and said "Set it 
up again and I'll help you this time."
 
I wanted to see those panties again. She bent over, 
same as before and I took the opportunity to adjust my 
cock so it was straight up and down, against my 
abdomen. I wasn't paying attention, though, and I knew 
if I was going to help her I needed to.

"Lori sweetie, you know I love you, but tomorrow, you 
need to wear something else besides those panties. I 
love 'em, but they distract me when you bend over."

There was this horrible silence as I realized I had 
just said that out loud, instead of in my mind as I had 
pictured it.

She stood back up slowly and turned around, smoothing 
her skirt down over her hips.

I knew my mouth was open, and that my face had to be 
beet red. I was trying to think of something to say, 
but... well, what would YOU do in that situation?

I expected her to be pissed, but instead there was this 
look on her face like "OK, little boy, we've had fun 
playing, but we have to pick up our toys now and put 
them away." 

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, her voice level. "I 
wondered why I you wanted me to wear such a short 
skirt." There was just the barest hint of a smile at 
the corners of her mouth. 

"NO!" I blurted out. "That's not why. It's important 
that you be able to swivel your hips and twist your 
thighs..." I trailed off as she laughed. 

She let her eyes slide, ever lower, like she was 
checking me out. Then she raised them and said "My 
swing?" 

"Uh... yeah," I managed. I went toward her and she 
turned around to address the ball again. 

I did exactly the same thing I do with everybody else. 
First I walked around her in a circle, telling her to 
bend her knees further, or straighten an elbow, or move 
one foot forward or backward. Then I got behind her, 
put my arms around her and gripped her hands.

Of course, this put my iron hard prick right in the 
crack of her ass. I was trying to talk to her about her 
grip, and moving her fingers with my own, by feel. I 
looked over her shoulder and saw that the heel of the 
club was two inches outside the ball. I pointed that 
out. 

"You need to back up a little honey," I said. What she 
did was press back against my prick with her ass. I 
moved my feet and pulled her back, and, of course, that 
just slammed her ass into my cock again.

She wiggled it from side to side. 

Her ass I mean. 

Well, come to think of it, she probably wiggled my 
prick from side to side too. 

It was too late to do anything about it now, and she 
wasn't screaming for the Police, so I told her to back 
swing slowly, and helped her do it with my hands. 

My left hand, of course, couldn't stay on her left 
hand. Instead I supported her wrist, then her forearm, 
and then her elbow as they rose. She did what a lot of 
inexperienced golfers do and started to straighten up.

My left hand slipped off her elbow and landed right on 
her right breast. 

That would be her braless, soft, teenage breast. 

I knew my hand shouldn't be there, so I moved it.

To her LEFT, braless, soft, teenage breast.

This was turning into something you'd expect to see in 
a poorly written porn video.

"Um... sorry." I mumbled. Then I put that hand on her 
left hip and told her to swing the club without moving 
her legs. The club went down, there was that sweet 
thwack of a well hit ball, and the ball took off on an 
eighty yard trip that was flat, straight and just 
pretty. It was only eighty yards off a one wood, but 
then again, it was her first real drive. I was pretty 
happy with it.

She was ecstatic. 

She turned around and jumped up and down and hugged me, 
squealing about how she did it, and it was so much fun 
and all that.

She wanted to do it again, so I threw her another ball. 
She looked over her shoulder at me and said "Don't 
watch, you dirty old man." Then she bent over and 
showed me her panties again.

She duffed that one, knocking it maybe ten yards. And 
the next one and the three after that. I was having fun 
watching those panties each time she bent over to tee 
up another ball. 

But she was getting pissed and finally turned around 
and said, "Well, why is it doing that?"

"Every time you've swung you start out right, and then 
stand up. You straighten your knees as you reach the 
top of your back swing. When you do that the club hits 
the ball too high."

"So how do I keep from doing that?" she asked.

"Keep your knees bent. Don't stand up," I advised.

She tried it again, but again she stood up. It was 
instinct, really, in an effort to put more oomph into 
her swing.

I got an idea. 

Now I know what you're going to think about this idea I 
had. But it really was to help her with her swing. 

Well... it started out being for the purpose of helping 
her with her swing. 

OK, I'm a dirty old man and wanted to feel that 
precious ass against my cock again. But a side effect 
of that was that I could hold her hips down so she 
COULDN'T stand up.

I explained I was going to hold on to her hips so she 
couldn't stand up. I snuggled up behind her, got her in 
the right position, put my hands on her hips and pushed 
my cock into the crack of her ass snugly. 

She pushed back. 

And wiggled.

"OK, now, nice and slow back swing, and then follow 
through the ball," I said.

I want all of you out there who were calling me a dirty 
old man to know... she hit that ball at least NINETY 
yards that time!

She hit 30 more balls before we called it a day. Her 
ass was pressed into my groin for all but the last 
five. I was a wreck, but her last five were perfectly 
good drives, though one sliced a little. She needed a 
glove to correct that.
 
I needed to beat off. 

She made me promise to meet her the next day. It was 
still summer, and she had another month before school 
would start and she'd get to walk up to her intended 
and say "I hear you play golf! My Uncle's the Pro over 
at Indian Hills, and I play with him sometimes. Maybe 
we could play a round some time."
 
I kid you not, that's what she was planning on saying 
to this boy. She even practiced it out loud. Who 
understands teenaged girls?

Anyway, the next day I got there ahead of her and hit a 
few myself. I was trying to get back into Pro mode. 
When I'd gotten home the day before I hit the shower 
and whacked off thinking about those panties she'd 
showed me so many times. I really blew my cork too, all 
over the walls of the shower. Today I intended for 
everything to be completely professional.

I saw Lori drive into the parking lot. She got out of 
her car and started toward me. There was that walk 
again. She was dressed the same today, and this time I 
noticed the barely discernable dents in the tank top 
where her relaxed nipples were. I felt stirrings in my 
pants and cursed under my breath. I decided the iron I 
had been practicing with needed to be cleaned and did 
so. For that reason I wasn't paying attention.

The only warning I had was, "Unca Bob!"

I was suddenly pressed against squirming teen girl, 
whose arms were around me and whose warm moist lips 
were on my cheek. I'd remembered to shave today. Those 
lips slid to my ear and her hot breath said, "I'm going 
to jump your decrepit old bones."

SPROING! Instant boner. 

So much for staying professional.
 
"What are you going to teach me today?" she said 
sweetly as she backed away from the tent in my slacks 
that had been pressing against her.
 
With as much dignity as I could I quickly adjusted the 
problem and said "We're going to work on using an iron. 
But I want you to try a couple of drives first. Let's 
see if you remember how to do it right.

"I know," she said, acting grumpy. "Knees bent, head 
down, don't stand up, nice steady back swing blah, 
blah, blah." She held out her hand for a ball. She 
walked out on the tee and, looking over her shoulder 
she said "I took your advice." 

Then she bent over to tee up the ball.

She HAD taken my advice. That advice, if you'll 
remember, and which I hadn't meant to actually say out 
loud, was "you need to wear something else besides 
those panties." She HAD worn something else besides 
those panties.

She'd worn a white thong.

She bent over, knowing I was going to look, and gave me 
the sweetest shot of bare ass, with a white string 
disappearing into the crack of that sweet bare ass.
 
I actually staggered.

While I was trying to get my lungs to actually take a 
breath, she hit the ball a hundred yards, straight as 
an arrow, right in the middle of the fairway. She 
looked over her shoulder again and gave me a little 
smile of satisfaction. "I think you teach pretty good 
Unca Bob."

She dropped her eyes to my crotch, which probably had a 
wet spot on it by now and I suggested that she was 
ready for iron shots. We went down the fairway, where 
she'd hit that beautiful drive and I dropped a bucket 
of balls on the ground. she grasped the concept quickly 
and started knocking balls further down the fairway 
with the seven iron.

Now guy would have reached out with the head of the 
club and drug a ball over into position, then set up on 
it and hit it. 

Not Lori. 

Oh no. 
 
Lori bent over, exposing that luscious, smooth, 
kissable ass to me, picked up a ball, moved it and then 
hit it.

Every single time.

I got light headed and had to sit down on the grass. Do 
you have ANY idea how embarrassing that is? A grown 
man, sitting on the ground, staring at his beautiful 
sexy niece, probably drooling a little. It was sad.

She came over to me and stood in front of me. "Unca 
Bob? Are you OK? Is it too hot?" She started fanning my 
face.

With the front of her tennis skirt.

That thong was gorgeous. 

In a philosophical sense I really appreciated how it 
snugly cupped her pussy lips between a thin strip of 
white fabric. 

Esthetically I approved of how she had obviously shaved 
her pubic hair so that none stuck out from the sides of 
that material. 

On a technological plane I was amazed at how someone 
was able to engineer a material that was at once white 
looking, but actually semi-transparent - almost wet 
looking - allowing her pussy lips to show through. 

From a medical perspective I realized the real value of 
all that moving air across my sweaty face. 

And, that part of me that was in tune with Madison 
Avenue applauded the fact that whatever feminine 
hygiene product she was using made her smell fabulous.

On a more earthy level, I had an almost irresistible 
urge to bury my spurting prick in her belly and make a 
baby in her. I actually opened my mouth, in preparation 
for ripping that thong off of her with my teeth.

Then she stepped back and squatted down, her face a 
foot or two from mine. "Are you feeling better now Unca 
Bob?" she asked, care for my condition obvious in her 
eyes.

"Urgh," I managed to say.

"Well good," she said, smiling. "I think you've been 
out in the sun long enough Unca Bob" she said. Then she 
helped me up. I couldn't help but notice as we walked 
along that her nipples were pushing out sharp points in 
her tank top. Long suarp points. I wanted to cry as she 
held my elbow and I shuffled back to the tee box. 

By the time we got there I was breathing more or less 
normally, and was able to collect my bag and make it 
back to the clubhouse without her help. In the parking 
lot she hugged me. "Thank you Unca Bob," she said in my 
ear. "I know this isn't easy for you, and I really 
appreciate what you're doing for me."

I mumbled something about how it was OK, and I was glad 
to help. 

She pushed me away gently and said "And I apologize for 
teasing you with my thong. I know it was naughty. I 
won't do that next time, OK?"

I nodded dumbly. She got in her car and drove away, 
waving gaily at me.

I didn't even make it home. I managed to keep it in my 
pants until I got to the bathroom of the "The Broken 
Club". You know, the bar in the clubhouse? I thought it 
was a pretty appropriate name that day. I beat my 'love 
club' so hard I was almost afraid I'd break it.

We didn't meet for two days after that. I had other 
lessons to give, and it gave me a chance to get my 
equilibrium back. I was pretty disgusted that a 16 year 
old girl I had known all her life could get to me like 
that. I had acted like a 14 year old kid, but she 
hadn't seemed to notice, thank goodness.

Then it was Wednesday morning, and I had another lesson 
with Lori scheduled. Today I planned on working on 
approach shots, and getting out of the rough or other 
bad situations.

Again I saw her drive into the parking lot, get out and 
walk toward me. Today she wasn't wearing white. Instead 
she had on a forest green tennis skirt, and her tank 
top had given way to a halter top that tied together 
between her breasts. It too was more or less green, and 
I saw as she got close enough to hug me that it was 
green because it had hundreds of little tiny $50 bills 
printed all over it. 

I thought it was appropriate. She looked like a million 
dollars.

It was a little strange as a golf outfit, though. 

"New outfit?" I asked.

She dimpled and said, "Yes, and thank you for noticing. 
The white one shows dirt too easily, so I thought I'd 
try this one." 

We weren't mud wrestling here, but who was I to advise 
a teenage girl on her wardrobe. 

We started out in the fairway, about thirty or forty 
yards from the green and I showed her how to loft a 
ball high with the wedge so it would drop straight down 
on the green and stop. I won't bore you all with the 
details, but there are several ways to use a pitching 
wedge and I went through them all. 

I guess she really did feel bad about teasing me. Today 
she wasn't bending over to move the ball around. She 
was using the club head just like everyone else does.

Then I took her over into the edge of the woods, where 
most amateur golfers spend a great deal of their time. 
"OK, now in this situation, all you really want to do 
is get the ball back out in the fairway. A lot of guys 
try for the green, through the trees, but that's a 
sucker shot, because if you miss, you're right back 
where you started, or maybe even worse." 

I demonstrated by dropping a ball and whacking it 
toward the green. It conveniently hit a nearby tree and 
took off to our right, deeper into the woods. "Now you 
try it." I said.

This time she DIDN'T just drop a ball. This time she 
bent over to put the ball on the ground. Her skirt slid 
up and one leg lifted off the ground as she 
overbalanced, just like a few day ago. 

I didn't see panties this time, though. I didn't see 
her thong either. 

I leaned against a tree. 

Today she wasn't wearing anything under her tennis 
skirt.

In the position she was in, she gave me a perfect view 
of two of the prettiest plump, pink pussy lips I'd ever 
seen in my life. They were thick and loose looking, 
though they were pressed together. My cock acknowledged 
them with a snappy salute, as if to say "Good day, 
ladies! I'm exceptionally glad to see you today."

She stood back up like nothing had happened, took a 
nice, slow back swing and lofted the ball right out 
into the middle of the fairway. She turned around. "How 
was that? Did you like it?" 

No bouncing around. No jumping up and down shouting 
about how she "did it". My mind was running a mile a 
minute. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew 
I'd been watching her bend over, and what I could see 
when she did. There was no mistake here. For the life 
of me I could only think of one way to interpret this. 

She WANTED me to see her naked pussy! 

But that just didn't jive with who my sweet innocent 
niece was. 

"Well?" she asked, a trace of impatience in her voice. 

"Um... you're not wearing any panties." I said. 

I have been known to be brilliant, erudite, and about 
five or six other fifty-cent words that are impressive. 
All I could come up with now was "You're not wearing 
any panties." 

"That's right" she said, as if we were talking about 
whether she had fingernail polish on or not. "How did 
you like my shot?" 

"Your shot? Oh it was fine." I said numbly. "It was 
just perfect. Nothing wrong with that one. I think 
you're going to like that one." I didn't have to look 
to know that the front of my shorts was all tented out 
again. Her eyes dropped and fixed on just that area. 

"Maybe I should try it again." she said. Without 
waiting for me to make another stupid statement, she 
turned around and repeated her performance. It was the 
same. The poor girl overbalanced just about every 
single time she bent over. And that made her have to 
lift that leg, and that made her sweet teen pussy wink 
at me in the dappled sunlight of the woods.

Damned if she didn't drop that one about five yards 
from her first one. 

She turned around again. "How was that?" She took a 
step towards me. 

"Uhrg," I managed to say again. 

"You're all red in the face again, Unca Bob," she said, 
coming closer. "I'm worried about you. Maybe you're too 
hot. I think maybe you'd better sit down and rest, Unca 
Bob." 

Her hands went to my shoulders and pushed as my knees 
gave out and I slid down the tree. It left scratches on 
my back, which I was not aware of in any way, shape or 
form at the time. 

"I think maybe I need to fan you again, Unca Bob," she 
said, her voice full of concern. She lifted one leg and 
straddled my legs, which were sticking straight out 
from the base of the tree. She lifted her skirt and 
gave it a half hearted wave.

Her pussy was right in front of my face. 

What could I do? 

I'm only a man. 

I'm just a normal average guy who, when presented with 
a naked pussy, does what any man would do.

I leaned forward and licked it, from bottom to top. 

My tongue split those stuck-together lips and I tasted 
her sweet nectar as she leaned forward into my face. My 
hands found her calves and slid up her legs onto her 
buttocks as I licked her like a German Shepherd licks a 
spoonful of peanut butter. My nose pressed against her 
clitty and I shook my head back and forth in little 
jerks, trying to rub it off her body. I heard approving 
sounds coming from up above me somewhere and the world 
went dark as her skirt was draped over the top of my 
head.

Her hips gave a little jerk, a tiny hump as her knees 
bent, tipping her pussy forward and up, into my mouth. 
I raised my lips high enough to suck in her clitty and 
I nibbled on it. I heard my sweet, innocent, virginal 
niece start chanting "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck," 
and her little humps got more forceful until she was 
pounding my head against the tree. I started seeing 
stars about the time she went off and splashed my face 
with a river of happy-girl juice.

At first I thought she'd lost control of her bladder. 
There was that much. But she was just a squirter. She 
was delicious, tasty in a way only young girls can be 
tasty and fresh. 

It was probably the best day I'd had in a long, LONG 
time.

There was enough of my brain left functioning that I 
knew she'd be sensitive about now, so I just licked 
long, slow licks with my tongue wide and flat. Finally 
she stepped back. I could see she was holding on to the 
tree with her hands. the look on her face was one I'll 
never forget. It was the look of someone who just found 
out she won the lotto, and would never have to work 
again in her life. She couldn't quite believe it, but 
she wanted it to be true.

She looked down at my lap, which had changed only in 
that there was now a wet spot where my prick was 
holding the pants away from my body. "You still look 
hot, Unca Bob." she panted. "Your face is all wet, like 
you're sweating or something. In school they told us to 
loosen the clothing of people who are overheated, and 
make them lie down." 

She stepped back and knelt in the grass. Her hands went 
to my belt as I leaned against the tree, unable to say 
or do much of anything. Then she unhooked the waistband 
and slid the zipper down. She pointed to a patch of 
deep thick grass a couple of feet away and said, "We 
need to get you over there, so you can lie down, Unca 
Bob." 

I'm telling you I was putty in her hands. She got me 
there and, in the process, managed to get my pants down 
around my knees. That left me in my boxers. 

I don't mean to break the mood here, but I have to tell 
you about my boxers. They had hearts on them. Yup, 
white background and tiny hearts all over them. They 
were actually a gift from her a couple of years earlier 
and by pure dumb luck I had put them on that morning. 
When she saw them she went "Awwwwwww," and her eyes got 
misty. 

Just then my prick found the opening and slithered 
through. There, before our eyes was the proof that I 
was an incestuous pervert. It was so hard that it would 
normally have been trying to point up toward my chin, 
but the cloth of my drawers made it stand straight up 
out of a nest of little red hearts. I never saw 
anything as silly in my life. 

But she just LOVED it. 

She lowered her body until she was on her hands and 
knees and just stared at it. 

"It's beautiful," she said in a hushed voice. "I knew 
it would be." 

Hmmm. How interesting is it when you find out your 
niece has been thinking about what your prick would 
look like, and that she has completed her plan to find 
out. 

She giggled nervously. "It looks like one of those 
thingies .. like up on the green... that has the flag 
on it." 

"The pin," I said hoarsely. 

"Yeah, the pin," she said dreamily. "That goes in the 
hole." 

My prick pulsed and another thick bead of milky white 
pre-cum bubbled up to fill up the collar of foreskin 
that was around the tip of my cock. Her hand went to 
the base of my prick and she worked the fabric around 
until she was able to push it down and expose my balls. 
They were tight and full. 

"Oh look!" she said. "There are balls at the base of 
the pin!" She looked up into my eyes. "Somebody got 
them close to the hole." 

"Close to the hole?" I gasped. 

"Yes," she said sadly. "Only close. That pin isn't in a 
hole, so the balls can't fall in." 

"Urgh," I moaned. 

She stood up and straddled my hips, lifting her tennis 
skirt. "I think we need to get that pin in the hole, so 
the balls can do what they're supposed to." she said.

She began to squat and put one hand on my chest. the 
other went to my cock and held it steady. 

She was going to do it! My heart hammered.

"Lori?" I whined. "Honey you can't."

"Why do you think I wanted lessons, Unca Bob?" she 
asked, her green eyes staring into mine.

Her pussy lips kissed the tip of my wet and spermy 
cock.

"I've been trying to get you to notice me for years, 
and you just wouldn't do it."

I felt my foreskin being forced backwards by delightful 
hot, wet pressure and then the head of my prick popped 
inside her. 

She stopped.

"The man I told you I wanted to get to notice me? It 
was you Unca Bob."

She lowered herself slowly and her pussy ate my cock. 
She was so tight it almost hurt as the skin of my penis 
was stretched. She closed those beautiful green eyes as 
it got mostly in her and sighed as she bottomed out. I 
was in deep. Her whole body relaxed, letting her full 
weight down on the thing that was now buried in her 
belly.

Her eyes opened again and it looked like she was going 
to cry. "I love you Unca Bob" she said in a little girl 
voice. 

Suddenly, for reasons I couldn't tell you, I knew that, 
until she had sat down on my prick, she had been a 
virgin. 

That sobered me up some. "Ohhh baby," I sighed and I 
reached up for her. She fell flat on my chest and I 
held her and she stuck her face in my neck. "I didn't 
know it would hurt that much" she whispered. 

"Well then get off you silly girl," I said.

She pushed herself back up and there was a dangerous 
glint in her eye now. "I told you I'm not a little 
girl." She moved her hips in a little circle, almost 
like she was trying to get comfortable. "Mmmmm it's not 
so bad now." she said. 

It was WAY too late to be the gentleman now, so I 
reached up and undid the knot between her breasts. As 
it came loose she shrugged her shoulders and put her 
arms behind her, letting it slide off backwards. That 
pushed her breasts out and my cock leaked about a 
squirt in her pussy. 

Her breasts were just flat gorgeous. They were round, 
but not huge or anything. Her nipples were brown and 
swollen, sticking out like they wanted to be sucked. I 
reached up and covered them with my hands. They felt 
good. I got another "Mmmmm," out of her as I rubbed 
them. Her hips went in another wiggly circle and she 
said "I can feel it sooooo far up inside me."

I wanted to taste those nipples. I pulled her down and 
latched onto one. Her reaction was spectacular. She 
shuddered and her pussy spasmed and my shorts were 
suddenly wet. Her hips started gyrating as she rubbed 
her clitty against the wad of cloth at the base of my 
cock and she came hard, groaning and making sounds that 
weren't words, but told me how happy she was. 

I was pretty happy too. In fact I was way too happy. I 
was on the verge of filling my nubile niece's pussy 
with it's first load of rich virile sperm and I had no 
idea whether she was on the pill or not. 

This was not a good thing. 

My sister would kill me if she knew what had happened 
already, and I for SURE didn't want to have to look her 
in the face and tell her I had made her a grandma.

"Time to get off baby," I grunted. 

"Don't... want... to" she grunted back. 

"Honey I'm gonna squirt any second," I groaned. 

"Ohhhhhhh yessssss," she moaned. 

"NO LORI!" I was frantic now, because I couldn't hold 
off any longer. Her pussy was doing amazing things to 
my prick.

She leaned over, her face just inches from mine and, 
with her big green eyes staring into mine, she said, 
"Cum in me Unca Bob... squirt me full."

Man, oh man, did I ever. I packed her womb like I was 
trying to blow up a balloon.

She felt it, because she let out a nice long, 
"Mmmmmmm!"

Have you ever been insanely happy... but unhappy about 
it? That was me. It was the most erotic sexual union I 
had ever been involved in, but I knew that very bad 
things could result from it. Lori, for her part, was 
humming happily and rubbing her sperm-soaked pussy back 
and forth in a lazy sort of way along my groin.

"Ohhh fuck," I groaned.

"We just did!" she chirped. "And it was even better 
than I thought it would be. I can't wait until we do it 
again."

"We can't do this again, Lori." I finally did the adult 
thing. Kind of late in the game, I admit, but better 
late than never.

"We'll see" she said. She stood up, covering her 
freshly-fucked pussy mouth with two fingers. With her 
free hand she unzipped a pocket I hadn't even seen on 
her skirt and pulled out, of all things, a tampon. 
Then, like it was the most normal thing in the world, 
she squatted, installed the tampon and then stood up. 
Standing there in her little green skirt, naked above 
the waist, she was just heartbreakingly beautiful. 

I felt my prick try to stiffen and then give up with an 
anguished wail. My balls gurgled, trying to make more 
sperm.

She retrieved her top and magically got it back on and 
tied in what seemed like seconds. Had someone walked 
into the woods at that second they would have seen a 
virginal looking teenage girl, standing over a dirty 
old man whose pants were at his knees, and whose 
shriveled up cock was lying in a sodden mess of heart-
covered boxers. Guess who would have been hauled off to 
jail.

Lori's maternal instinct kicked in, which should have 
been no surprise, since my cock and balls had just done 
everything in their power to make her a mother. She 
helped me stand up, got me out of my wet shorts, which 
she rolled up and stuck in a pocket of her golf bag. I 
pulled up my trousers and got them to looking more or 
less normal. 

She took my hand and led me out onto the fairway, where 
she calmly began pitching balls up onto the green.

In the parking lot she said, "Mom told me to tell you 
to come over for supper Saturday night. I almost forgot 
to tell you. I guess I had other things on my mind." 
She grinned. 

All I could think of was that she had shoved that 
tampon up into her pussy, keeping my sperm in. Maybe 
tampons sucked it all up, making it less likely to get 
into mischief. I didn't know.

I was confused though, and I didn't like it much. "What 
happened out there Lori?" I finally said.

"I finally got the attention of the man I wanted to be 
my first." she said simply.

"OK, I understand that... though I really don't 
understand that" I said inanely. She laughed. I needed 
information so I went on. "But what about the boy at 
school?"

"I don't believe I ever actually said there was a boy 
at school." she said.

"And the golf lessons were for?" I asked.

"The golf lessons ARE for me to spend time with you in 
situations where I can jump your decrepit old bones, 
just like I've been telling you I was going to for 
years," she smiled.

"So you still want to...?" I wasn't doing too well in 
the 'being very articulate' arena.

"Of course I want to continue my lessons. I LIKE what 
we're doing. I like ALL the things we're doing. I want 
to do them lots more."

"Lori, I'm telling you, we cannot do that again. It's 
too dangerous. The pill isn't a hundred percent 
effective."

"It's even less effective if you don't swallow it," she 
said, her face straight as could be.

I felt the beginnings of pure panic. "And diaphragms 
don't always work either!" I croaked.

"Don't own one," she said smugly, crossing her arms 
under those delightful breasts.

Now I felt my pulse pounding as the fight or flight 
syndrome kicked in savagely. "Lori, the Rhythm Method 
is the worst possible form of birth control! You can't 
tell when you're fertile or not!"

She looked at her watch. "Three O’clock PM yesterday 
afternoon. My temperature was 100.7 degrees. I'd say I 
dropped an egg about an hour later. That would put me 
in my most fertile condition... oh... say about... 
now." Those green eyes stared at me.

"Now." I said weakly. I couldn't help it. I looked 
right at her abdomen. Right at where all my little 
sperm cells were swimming frantically in circles 
looking for that egg.

"Yeah," she said, rubbing her hand in a little 
circle... right where I was looking. Then she came 
close to me, took my face in both hands, kissed me 
gently on the lips and said "Come to dinner Saturday 
night. Promise me."

Well, since life as I knew it was obviously over I 
promised. I'd have a last meal at least, before her 
mother shot me.

Somehow I got through the rest of the week. I almost 
didn't go, but I'd promised, and if I'd knocked her up, 
it was probably not a good idea to set a precedent by 
breaking the first promise I made to her after I 
knocked her up. I rang the bell and waited.

My sister Jill opened the door. She wasn't frowning. If 
anything she looked puzzled. "Since when do you ring 
the bell?" she asked, opening the door wider.

"Ohh, just trying to be polite." I said.

"Since when do you try to be polite?" she laughed.

She was acting like nothing was wrong, like I hadn't 
taken advantage of her baby girl, here only child. She 
prattled on, catching me up on all the news that wasn't 
really news. I looked at her differently now. She was a 
carbon copy of her daughter, older, but just as 
beautiful, just as sexy and just as much fun to be 
around. I suddenly wondered why she didn't date. I 
remembered she'd gone out a few times four or five 
years after Roger died, but she'd stopped, saying that 
it wasn't worth the effort.

"Lori says she loves your golf lessons." I heard her 
say.

"Uh... yeah. She's a quick learner," I said, for lack 
of anything else.
 
"She says you're very patient, and that you don't get 
ruffled when she does things wrong."

Thinking of the wrong things she'd done... I'd done... 
we'd done... wasn't what I should be doing right now. 
Thinking of those things had a tendency to make my 
prick start moving around in my pants.

Lori stuck her head around the corner. "It's ready" she 
announced. Jill held out her hand and I took it without 
thinking about it. She explained that Lori had wanted 
to prepare the meal tonight, to celebrate her success 
at golf. She pulled me toward the dining room.

My knees started getting a little wobbly. Lori's 
success at golf wasn't necessarily what her mother 
thought it was.

It was a nice meal. I know it was, even though I don't 
remember much about it. 

Oh, I remember some parts VERY well. Like when Lori 
said "I'll be right back - I forgot I have buns in the 
oven."

I choked on my peas. Peas, for pity's sake!

Then she passed around the spaghetti sauce and said "I 
hope you don't mind that I didn't make it from scratch. 
It's pretty good for store-bought. I think it's called 
Preggo brand."

The next thing I knew Jill was pounding me on the back 
as I coughed. She took it easy on me until dessert. She 
cleared the dishes off and rubbed her abdomen. "Oh, I 
feel so full" she said, rubbing her tummy again, like 
she had before. "But I have dessert and I can't 
conceive of anyone not wanting any."

Jill looked at me strangely as I went pale. "Bob?" she 
said. She looked up at Lori. "Lori? What's going on?"

Lori set a dish of ice cream down in front of me. "Unca 
Bob got a hole in one at our last lesson." she said.

I'll never forget the range of emotions that flashed 
across my sister's face as she processed that 
statement. First there was puzzlement, then a pale sort 
of "Oh shit" look as if she'd just remembered 
something, then she flushed and looked panicky before 
she finally sort of slumped. 

I found out later that it was code, and that she 
understood exactly what it meant. It meant that I had 
fucked her daughter with my naked cock and cum in her 
unprotected pussy. Of course I didn't know that's what 
it meant then, or that Jill understood it.

No, Uncle Bob just sat there, fat, dumb and happy, 
eating his ice cream and smiling stupidly because his 
niece claimed he had gotten a hole in one, which he 
hadn't, but which he knew had to mean something, but 
which he couldn't figure out. 

Which was why he had the stupid smile on his face.

Jill leaned back in her chair and stared at me. "Well, 
well, well," she said. She was flushed, and her eyes 
glittered. Lori just smiled bigger and bigger and 
bigger.

Jill looked over at Lori. Lori yelled, "Hah! A deal's a 
deal! Pay up Mom."

I wasn't so stupid that I didn't know something 
important was happening. I also wasn't so stupid as to 
start talking right then. I sat still and listened. 

And watched.

Jill stood up. She got even redder in the face. "Bob?" 
she said.

"Uh huh?" I answered.

"Would you come with me? I have something I need to... 
show you."

I got up. The lamb being led to slaughter.

She led me to her bedroom. I looked around. It looked 
just like it had the last time I'd seen it, when I 
installed a ceiling fan.. I looked up at that, to make 
sure it was still hanging up there. It was.

When I looked back at Jill she had her blouse off. She 
was reaching behind her and as my eyes blinked, her bra 
fell off her chest. Her breasts were more full than 
Lori's, heavier, more mature, richer looking. They 
sagged just a little. Her nipples were long and 
pointed... and erect.

"Are my breasts as nice as Lori's?" she asked in this 
husky kind of voice.

"What?" I said. I didn't get it yet.

She walked over to me and put my hands on her breasts. 
They were so soft and smooth and warm. My cock was off 
to the races.

"Do they feel as good as hers did Bob?"

"I'm so confused," I whined.

She kissed me. Jill had kissed me lots of times. In our 
family we had always kissed on the lips. You know. 
Short pecks, where the lips touch and then it's over. 

Not with tongue, like Jill did to me now. 

Not with her arms around me tightly, pressing her naked 
breasts against me. 

Not with her loins pressed up against my now raging 
boner.

She broke the kiss and breathed into my face. "You 
fucked my daughter Bob." she said softly.

"Um..." I said.

"And now I have to fuck you." she continued.

"You do?" I said in a little boy voice.

"Uh huh," she said. "And I have to fuck you bareback, 
like she did."

"Urgh," I croaked.

To make a long story a little bit longer, what happened 
was that over the years, Lori kept trying to get her 
mother to have a sex life, but Jill wasn't interested. 
During one of their arguments Jill said that the only 
way she would consider having sex with a man was if he 
was as good a man as her brother. 

That would be me. 

She thought that would shut Lori up, because Lori had a 
crush on me and thought I was the coolest man in the 
whole world. NO man could be as good as me. Ergo, Jill 
was off the hook. 

At least that was how it was supposed to work. 

But the more Lori thought about it, the more she 
decided that, if I was the only man good enough for her 
mother, then her mother ought to have me!
 
Then there was the period of their life that Jill later 
characterized as her "debaucherization" by Lori. That 
was the year or two Lori spent suggesting that her 
mother should lure me into her bed. Lori came up with 
all these reasons why it would be a good thing, and 
Jill kept trying to say there was no way it could or 
should happen. 

Finally Jill tried playing another trump card. As she 
described it, she told Lori basically, "Sweetheart, 
even if I wanted to, your Uncle would no more have sex 
with me than he would with you! He's about as likely to 
have sex with us as he is to make a hole in one!"

Never put your faith in a man. We're all pigs.

So Lori finally got around to making a wager that if 
she could get me to have sex with her, then her mother 
had to agree to have sex with me too. Jill, thinking 
she was finally going to win once and for all, said, 
"OK, but only if it's full vaginal unprotected 
intercourse - and you have to be in your fertile time 
too!"

What a stroke of genius! Tell a teenage girl she has to 
get pregnant, for all intents and purposes, if she 
wants to win the bet. That'll make her back down! Sure 
it will.

You can just imagine Jill's face when Lori said "You're 
on!"

Jill still wasn't all that worried though, because she 
knew I'd never have sex with my niece, much less 
bareback, MUCH LESS if I knew she was fertile. 
Especially since that niece was only thirteen.

Yeah, that's when all this had taken place. Except that 
Lori waited until her mother forgot all about the bet, 
and until a pregnancy, if it happened, wouldn't be the 
end of the world for her.

And then she struck with the cunning of a CEO who's an 
expert in hostile takeovers. I mean she played me like 
a fiddle.

And now her mother... my sister... was going to honor 
the bet.

She dropped her pants and bent over, stepping out of 
her panties. She was gloriously nude and amazingly 
beautiful. "I haven't had sex in eight years, big 
brother" she said. "I won't be as tight as my baby girl 
was... but I'll be a close second." She went to work on 
my belt.

She played the fiddle too, it seemed.

Part of playing golf is learning to let it flow. If you 
fight it, your stance is off, your swing is off, and 
your game is off. I had fought it for the last week. I 
decided to quit fighting.

My sister had saved up eight years of passion and she 
almost killed me. It turned out she'd had fantasies 
about doing exactly what we did, and that she'd 
masturbated quite often while pretending her finger was 
my prick. Now that she actually had my prick jammed up 
in her belly, she wasn't letting me go any time soon. 
She got her first cunt full of sticky wet spunk within 
two minutes after I slid into her warm wet depths. All 
that did was whet her appetite. 

She worked on me with her mouth until I was hard again 
and could go a little longer. She had this funny little 
way of humping up at me when she was cumming. Her hips 
would jerk three times fast and then she'd push up hard 
and long as her orgasm washed over her. It was the same 
every time. She did it four times before I bathed her 
pussy in sperm again.

At some point during the whole thing I said, "Jilly, 
are you on the pill by chance?"

"Oh hell no" she gasped "but if you stop I'll just kill 
you."

She did, however, go on the pill the next day. There 
was a very practical reason for this. The two of them 
got together and decided that babies needed to be born 
about six or eight months apart, since that would mean 
that the un-pregnant one of them could help the 
pregnant one of them and they wouldn't both be "great 
with child" at the same time. Meanwhile, I visit a lot.

It's six months later now. Lori just drove into the 
parking lot. This will probably be one of the last 
rounds of golf we get to play together for a while. 
It's getting hard for her to swing around her swollen 
belly with any accuracy. But she wanted to go out one 
last time this year. She has a special sort of fondness 
in her heart for the place she got pregnant, and she 
always insists that I take her again on that little 
patch of grass in the woods beside the sixth green.

I'll keep playing golf, of course. It keeps me in 
shape. 

And I need to be in shape.

This morning I found Jill's half used sheet of birth 
control pills in the trash.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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