The Kitty and The Mouse: My Nieces Kathleen and Nora

Uncle Micky

The Kitty and The Mouse: My Nieces Kathleen and Nora - Chapter 5

Summary: The girls are back at home and Paul is worried his sister suspects something. Tragedy strikes, Paul becomes the girls' Guardian and they move in with him. Eventually, the three build a new life and it becomes Kitty's time. Epilogue

Story Codes: M/g(12) first - M/g(14) oral, incest

Updated: July, 2019

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!!!WARNING!!!!

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The Kitty and The Mouse

My Nieces Kathleen and Nora

Chapter 5 Finale

By Uncle Micky

The Ensuing Year

It was about a month after Jeff and Carole got back when I got a call from Carole. She wanted to know if I would meet with her and Jeff that Saturday afternoon on an important matter. When I asked what it was, she said it was better discussed face-to-face. I told her I would have to try and cancel an appointment and would call her back if I couldn't. I didn't have an appointment, I needed time! I texted the girls, something we promised we would keep to an absolute minimum, and asked if they knew why their parents wanted to talk to me alone. Both checked with each other and Kitty replied that they had no idea what was going on.

I mean I was nervous! I was almost tore up inside. I mean, I could lose them, but I wouldn't be in this spot if I didn't, you know, 'have' them. Anyway, I called Carole back and confirmed I could meet with them. She told me to just come over to the house. I agreed although I really wanted to meet in a public place.

Saturday arrives and I head over to the house. Jeff greets me at the door and we head into the kitchen where Carole is sitting with a short pile of papers. God, I wanted some lemonade!

Jeff asks, "You want anything, Paul?"

I stammered, "Lemonade?"

"Sure, I think Kitty made some earlier." He went about getting a glass for me and soon we were all seated.

After taking a gulp, I looked around and asked, "Where are the girls?"

Carole replied, "Over at my friend Lisa's place, they're helping her sort out their garage. I thought it better that they're not, here."

I gulped as my stomach tied itself into a knot. "What's up?"

Carole paused, then said, "You know, it's about the girls and our trip."

I 'bout nearly died right there.

Carole continued, "The girls love you, Paul. You're very special to them, and to us. Anyway, while driving through northern Italy we averted getting into a very bad accident by mere inches."

"What? You never mentioned that!"

"We didn't want to worry you and the kids. That, and just waiting for an eight-hour flight home got us to thinking, what would happen to the girls if something ever happened to us?"

I was sooooo fucking relieved, I took a swig of lemonade and asked, "What have you two done?"

Jeff replied, "The only person who we would trust to do right by our girls is you."

"Jeff, what about your parents, wouldn't a mother and a father be best?"

"They're much too old, and well, much too … aaah, let me put it …"

Carole cut him off, "We love them; but, they're assholes. No fucking way we're sending our girls to them. Paul, you're the only one! These papers, this is our will, our trust, our declarations, and our statement of guardianship, that names you, and only you as Guardian for the girls. You need to sign this."

She slid a paper-clipped three-page document over to me.

"Initial the first two pages on the little line at the bottom and sign the last page."

I didn't say a word, I initialed and signed.

"You guys made too much out of this, of course, I agree. Anyway, nothing is ever going to happen to either of you for a long, long, time. Hell, you'll bury me!"

Jeff said, "Paul, we know. It's just that we have to make sure for them; we, the three of us, have to make sure for them. Now we have and I feel much better knowing we're all in agreement and everything is legal."

I looked at Jeff and asked, "What if your parents object?"

"We already spoke to them and they agree with our decision. You just have to promise them they get to see and spend time with the girls."

Shit, that was easy. The Martins were indeed assholes; but, I liked them and they liked me. I would have no problem with that.

We all went over to Lisa's house and helped with the garage. Carole once mentioned setting me up with Lisa, but I stopped her before she even finished the sentence. Suffice it to say, she didn't have anywhere near the personality to overcome her, obvious, well … poundage. She was OK though and didn't mind lending a hand, especially if it meant working with my nieces!

Actually, it took a bit Mick, but slowly life kind of returned to normal. Obviously, I really missed the girls, not just the sex; it was everything. Having them around made life seem worth living. They became a part of me. I had gotten back to work and was better than I ever was. I got over to see Jeff, Carole, and the girls pretty often and even did a little dating. I did one of those e-dating things but nothing ever sparked for me. Sure, I could have easily hooked up, but that's what brought me trouble in the first place.

I took the girls to the movies the first Saturday night of the month and they spent the third weekend of the month with me at my place. Movie dates were lots of fun and we fooled around a bit. The weekend visits were pretty intense, although we were always aware that Jeff and/or Carole could stop by at any time. Thankfully the one time they did, they called ahead of time.

We made it through the summer, the fall, and the winter like this and everyone was real happy with the arrangements. Carole and Jeff liked the alone time, especially the weekends they now had. I mean, hell, they were always like rabbits and I'm sure on some of those weekends they never left the house! A few times they took little trips out of town. They also thought it was good that the girls created a stronger bond with me!

Both girls had birthdays and maybe I spoiled them a bit, but I was allowed. Mouse was pretty much the same except her tits grew one full cup size! They kept the firmness and lift of a fourteen-year-old girl and were magnificent! Kitty developed more tone and as a twelve-year-old, her tits began to grow under those marvelous puffy nipples. She wore a regular bra and no one; I mean no one, maybe except for her, loved those little titties more than her Uncle Paul!

What was interesting was that they now had pretty active social lives but showed little interest in real dating. They weren't looking for boyfriends. I asked Mouse about this one afternoon and she replied, "Why would we want some messy, idiot boy when we have you!" The three of us talked this over and were all in agreement that each needed to date and make friends, but inside we all knew, that for now, our love was exclusive. Hell, that's when I got more active in the Lodge. It was a good call on all our parts! Man, we had it made.

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All Things Must Pass

That spring there was a terrible outbreak of tornadoes. One night a large thunderstorm cell developed over far eastern Parrott City and spawned several powerful tornadoes. Jeff awoke to the tornado's roar a little after one in the morning. He quickly alerted Carole and then raced to get the girls. Mouse was too groggy to comprehend what was happening so Jeff carried her to the bathroom and dropped her in the tub. He was met in the hallway by Kitty and he yelled at her join her sister. He dragged a mattress out of Kitty's room and placed it over the shrieking girls in the tub.

He looked out into the hallway and saw Carole running toward him with the family cat in her arms. He stepped out and reached for her just as the hallway wall was ripped from the foundation. The wall hit Carole; she was killed instantly and buried under the debris. Jeff jumped to her and landed precisely where a rafter and roof section fell on him. Jeff lived through this but did not last very long afterward.

The tornado raged for about a minute until it passed. The girls were still shrieking until they noticed that things got quiet. With some effort, they lifted the mattress and the rafter that fell on it off them and out of the way.

The rain was falling hard and the wind was still strong. Half of the house was destroyed and most of the roof was gone. Kitty scrambled out and started calling for her parents. Mouse joined her and quickly they found Jeff.

He was conscious but pinned under a roof truss and in great pain. The girls tried to free him from the wreckage but were unable to do so.

Kitty screamed at Jeff, "Where's mom? Oh God, where's mom?"

Jeff looked at his girls and hoarsely groaned, "… too late, she's gone."

He looked at Kitty and panted, "Go for help …"

Mouse stayed with him as Kitty ran for help. She didn't get very far; almost the entire neighborhood was in ruins. All she could hear was the far off storm, sirens, and screams for help.

Kitty returned and knelt next to Jeff, "There is no help, everything is destroyed!" she tried to say something else but broke down crying.

Jeff turned his head to Mouse and whispered, "The black safe box in the closet."

Mouse knew what this was, she nodded and answered, "Yes dad, the black box. What about it?"

Jeff, in more of a whisper, said, "… combo … fourteen … ninety-two …"

He looked at Mouse, then at Kitty, he coughed, opened his mouth and whispered, "… love …" exhaled and died.

Both girls screamed and started to cry. They heard some thunder and quickly scrambled back to the tub. They stayed there until the sun came up and they heard the police calling for survivors.

They arose from their safe place and looked around, half their house was gone. Their father looked as if he was asleep. They held each other and shivered, frozen in terror. A police lady saw them and picked her way through the rubble to get them to an ambulance.

As she led the girls away, Mouse broke free and ran to where their parents' room still stood. She went to the closet and found the black safe box. She returned to her sister and the police lady with the box wrapped in her arms. She kept repeating "14 … 92" quietly to herself.

The girls were taken to a local elementary school and checked out by emergency responders. They were then sent to the children's recovery area where a local hospital staff psychologist sat them down and discussed what had happened and what they had seen. Eventually, she asked Mouse about the box.

"My dad told me to get it and to not let it go."

"Do you know what's in there?"

"Yes … the will and other instructions."

"May I take a look?"

Mouse tightened her grip, "Only Uncle Paul can look in there!"

"Where is Uncle Paul? How can I get a hold of him?"

Kitty spoke up, "886 … 555 … 1984"

The lady dialed her phone and spoke with Paul.

It took him a few minutes to recover from the news; his world had been destroyed; but, he had to get to the girls, they were all he had left.

An hour and a half later he was reunited with Mouse and Kitty. Mouse still held on to the box and the girls were turned over to their uncle.

Jeff's and Carole's bodies had been recovered and Paul had to identify the remains. He needed a half hour after that ordeal to recover. The girls were with him for the last fifteen minutes and together as a family they mourned.

Paul and the girls were allowed to go to the wrecked house and salvage what they could. Paul had a tough time but the girls were insistent, they gathered as much as could be salvaged, especially any memorabilia of their parents and family. Paul made sure to find the family computer and Jeff's laptop. They collected salvageable clothes and filled Paul's truck with the material remains of their family. The three drove to Paul's house, where they would try and make sense of what happened.

At Paul's place, they unpacked the truck and put many of their items in the garage for safekeeping.

"Here, let's put your stuff in your room and … and … well, I don't know, eat?"

Kitty and Mouse looked at each other, nothing registered, everything was different.

Paul looked at Mouse, who had the black box in her arms and reached out to her for it. Mouse quietly said, "Fourteen … Ninety-two."

"Fourteen … Ninety-two" Paul smiled; it was just like Jeff, a simple but unpredictable combination. Mouse held the box out and gently Paul took it from her. One last time, Mouse said, "Fourteen … Ninety-two."

The girls got squared away and Paul prepared a simple spaghetti dinner. They ate in silence and after dinner, the girls insisted on doing all the dishes. Paul watched them as they made short work of the chore. Once finished they all sat at the table together.

Paul started, "Shortly after returning from their trip, your parents asked me to be your Guardian if anything ever happened to the two of them. Of course, I agreed. As a matter of fact, I considered it to be the greatest honor they could bestow on me. This is a terrible time and we'll have some rough days ahead. We'll face them together, and with love we will get through. We'll make it and we'll build a new life. Right now, and for a while, things will be difficult …"

He looked at the girls and each had started to cry. Opening his arms, he said, "Come here, come here."

The girls got up from their seats and each sat on one of his legs and wrapped their arms around his neck, laying their heads on his shoulders and the three embraced for a heartfelt cry.

Paul hugged each of the girls in with his arms around their waists. Eventually, the emotions ebbed and the three of them realized just how tired they all were.

Mouse said, "I'm going to get ready for bed." Kitty agreed.

Paul added, "I'll be along."

The girls kissed their uncle on the cheek and headed off to bed.

Paul stayed up for a while and went through the black box. He sorted the documents into priority piles and planned his next few days: funeral arrangements, the will, trust accounts, property disposal, legal guardianship … maybe adoption, school, doctors, psychiatrists … and his life, being turned upside down.

Paul headed to bed, and stopped by the guestroom, taking a look in at the girls. They appeared to be asleep, Kitty spooned into Mouse. Mouse with her arms wrapped around Kitty. He quietly shut the door and went to his room. As he lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come, he experienced a sudden, engulfing wave of emotion. Everything came pouring down on him, he suddenly wasn't sure of what to do. He wasn't ready for this responsibility. His best friends in the whole world were dead and gone!

Paul couldn't hold back. He broke down and cried as he had never cried before. He was wracked with grief to the point that he felt real physical pain. He curled into a fetal position and attempted to control his emotions.

Through his groans of pain, he felt soft tender hands on his shoulders and face. Gentle voices spoke to him, "Uncle Paul, Uncle Paul, we're here. We're here for you"

He felt arms wrapping around him and bodies pressed up against him. Mouse was spooned up behind him, pressing hard into his body, hugging him with all her might. She was placing kisses on his neck and shoulder as she gently whispered, "Shhh … Shhh"

Kitty was facing him and pushed her way into him, making him relax out of the fetal position. She too was shushing him as she snuggled her head under his chin. Paul lifted his arm and placed it under her neck in order to hold the dear girl close.

They slept late the next day. As usual, Kitty woke first, she really had to pee. She was on her side and Uncle Paul was behind her, on his side. His arm was lying across her waist and he was gently snoring. She sidled out from under his arm and made her way to the bathroom.

Kitty liked the morning. She was always the first one up. The solitude was good.

She looked back in on Paul and Mouse and decided to go get a glass of juice and then get to work out in the garage. There was a picture she wanted. She knew the glass had been broken but the picture was of her, Mouse, and her parents. It needed to be salvaged as soon as possible.

As usual, Paul woke next. He knew that Kitty was already up and about. He wanted to get up but at the moment, Mouse felt great spooned up against his back. She was warm and her gentle breathing was a comfort. He stayed a while longer until the need to pee took precedent.

It was déjà vu all over again! Paul made his way to the kitchen, looking for Kitty. He heard her in the garage. He started some coffee and headed out to join her.

The door from the house to the connected garage was open and as he looked out, Kitty was squatting down, facing him as she rummaged through the remains. Her shirt hung open and he was treated to a nice view of brand new tits. He shook his head and went back to the kitchen.

His coffee was ready enough, he poured a mug and sat at the table and stared at the document piles before him. He moved the priority pile of documents in front of him just as Mouse walked into the kitchen. Her shoulder length hair was mussed and her eyes were half open.

Mouse approached him and said, "Please don't leave me in bed all alone, I woke up and thought … well, please."

Paul turned on his chair, reached an arm out to her and said, "I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again." He meant it too.

Mouse walked to Paul, bent down and kissed his cheek as she wrapped her arms around his neck; she hugged him and said, "Thank you, Uncle Paul. How are you doing?"

Paul was totally aware of her and how great she smelled. He held her and said, "I'm doing fine, sorry about last night ... I just don't know what happened …"

Mouse hugged him again and said, "It's perfectly OK, like you said, it'll be a rough time for a while." She released Paul and looked around, "Where's Kitty?"

"In the garage looking through the stuff we brought back, there's juice in the fridge."

Again, he watched as she got her juice. This time she wore some light sweat pants and a full t-shirt. She didn't put on any displays or act at all untoward. This time she was simply a girl getting some OJ.

"Let your sister know that I have some errands to run this morning and that this afternoon we all have to take care of some things." By now Mouse was pouring her juice in a glass and simply replied, "Will do."

Paul made some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast and they started their day.

The day went by in a blur. Paul made all the funeral arrangements and started the process of settling the finances. He met with his accountant who readily offered to take care of finalizing the financial end of the girls' needs. That afternoon they returned to the house to salvage anything else they could; and later, Paul took the girls to the mall so they could get whatever else they needed.

They stopped for dinner on the way home. Paul carefully explained to them that because they lived with him, they would be attending a new school. They didn't like it but understood that with their new life, some changes would need to be made. He told them that the next day they would make the arrangements at their old school.

Back home, Paul knew it would be impossible to tell the girls not to sleep with him. As a matter of fact, he wanted them in his bed. He had no intentions; it was just that he wanted them close.

They sat on either side of him as they looked at the TV without watching it. In a matter of minutes, the girls were curled up under his arms.

Paul stood and the girls stirred. "Let's go to bed, sleepy heads."

The next morning went about the same way as the previous. Kitty was up first and in the garage prioritizing their life relics. Paul woke next but stayed in bed for a while. He eventually woke Mouse and together they went to the kitchen. Mouse got her OJ and went to join Kitty in the garage. Paul had his coffee and made pancakes for breakfast; their day was started.

At their school, everyone was very supportive and very sad that they were leaving. The school Principal met with the three of them and made the decision that she would prorate their grades for the rest of the year and make that their final grades. The girls were pleased that they didn't have to go to school for the rest of the year.

Paul saw it as a double-edged sword. It was good for them but placed an extra responsibility on him. He had to get back to work and the girls wouldn't be in school. He sighed and decided to be happy for them.

The girls knew Paul had to go to work so they got up the next day to make his breakfast and pack his lunch. When he came into the kitchen he announced he was taking the day off and they would be together all day. The girls laughed and hugged him. He noticed that they were happy. That was the first time he had seen them that way in days.

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The funeral was surreal. I had to take the girls to get proper outfits for the event. Jeff's parents were there of course. They were very gracious and very old. I set up a schedule for the girls to visit: the first Saturday of the month for a general visit and the third weekend for a sleepover. Jeff's mom loved the plan and was very happy. We also agreed to meet up for most holidays as well. The girls asked if they could spend more time with them and we all agreed to extra times outside of the visits.

Many of Jeff and Carole's coworkers and friends were present as well as some of the girls' classmates. We survived the event, had dinner with the grandparents and called it a day. We were all exhausted and emotionally spent by the time we got home. Sleep came easy that night and even Kitty slept in the next day.

Jeff had made proper plans, between the family savings, home, and life insurance settlements, and the sale of the destroyed house; the girls were set financially for the foreseeable future.

I discovered that time and activity are great healers. We were devastated by our loss, but life proceeds and we started to heal. I adjusted my work schedule to get the girls to dance and other appointments (grief counseling,) as we fell into a life pattern. We were all in the same bed together every night and there appeared to be no reason for that to change.

There was an interesting Performing Arts Middle-High School not too far away that I got them enrolled in. They were both quite happy with the opportunity. Mouse and I had a discussion and we agreed that after the ninth grade she could decide to stay at that school or transfer to a regular local high school to pursue her specific academic interests. We both agreed that it would be better for Kitty if they went to the same school that first year. God, how Mouse had matured!

Kitty had matured as well. It was around this time that she had her first period. Thank God for Mouse again. I could have handled it but I did better as a support system while Mouse took care of Kitty.

The girls loved their time with their grandparents (called Memere and Pepere by the girls; yeah, a bit formal, but that's what the old coots wanted!) and I started to enjoy the brief periods of solitude that provided me. I love them to no end; but, absence (abstinance?) does make the heart grow fonder. We were nearing the end of summer with school starting soon.

It was a Sunday afternoon. I picked up the girls from their grandparents and could tell something was up. They had that familiar mischievous glint in their eyes and were just a little too giddy for my liking.

On the drive, I couldn't help myself, "OK, what's going on? Y'all aren't telling me something and it's got the both you all goofy." Mouse spoke, "Kitty, Kitty has a story to tell you."

I glanced sideways at her (they both, as usual, sat in front with me,) "Kitty?"

"Uncle Paul, it was a mistake, I mean I never meant it to happen!"

"What happened?"

"Yesterday morning, I was up early as usual. I had my juice and was curled up in the big chair in the family room. All of a sudden, Pepere walks into the kitchen … naked … naked as the day he was born!"

"Did he …"

"No! He didn't see me. I crunched down real far, but I could see him!"

The girls erupted in playful laughter.

"And?"

Then it got worse, "Memere came out, and she was naked too! She gave him a kiss and then told him to get some water and come back to bed before the girls woke up!"

"Oh my God! Are you scarred?! Did you lose your vision?!"

"Uncle Paul, it wasn't all that bad! You know, they're in pretty good shape."

Mouse added, "Yeah, for the walking dead!"

Kitty rejoined her, "Mouse, stop being such a bitch."

"OK, sorry … go ahead and tell him the rest."

"The rest, Kitty, what else?"

"So, Memere starts to wonder and takes a look in on us, except I'm not there. She gets a housecoat and comes looking for me. Well, I couldn't really hide so when she said my name, I said, 'Yes, Memere?' She walks over and asks, 'You saw everything, didn't you?' I can't lie to her, never have been able to, so I say, 'I'm sorry, yes, I won't say anything, I promise!"

"And …"

"Go ahead Kitty, tell him the rest!"

"OK, she starts telling me that they sleep naked and often don't get dressed 'til midmorning!"

Mouse broke in, "Uncle Paul, we want to sleep naked! What do you think?"

I drove in silence for a bit. The girls had been adjusting well. While mourning really never ends, I was thinking that the hard mourning had passed. They were certainly happy and acting like themselves. "Sleeping naked, huh?' First, a little fun.

"Well, it seems to me that it would be fine …"

The girls cheered.

"I mean … if your grandparents are OK with it, who am I to say no?"

In unison, they cried, "Uncle Paul!!"

Kitty started to laugh and Mouse glared at me, "Oh you're funny! Real funny!" she couldn't hold it any longer and started laughing with Kitty and me.

We had dinner and the girls were in an especially good mood. They were enjoying the fact that I was obviously ogling them as they cleared the table and did the dishes. I was on the receiving end of many butt jiggles, down blouse flashes, hugs, and kisses. They sat back down at the table with me once they had finished.

I stretched an exaggerated yawn and said, "I think I'm going to bed."

Mouse reacted, "Isn't it a little early?"

I looked at her and said, "No, it's not too early, as a matter of fact … (I looked at Kitty) … I think it's about time." Kitty's face lit up! Mouse squealed and reached around to hug her sister.

I got up and went to bed while they were hugging. Of course, I wore nothing. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed with only the sheet covering me. Very shortly the girls appeared at the doorway. They were holding hands wearing only smiles. I lifted the side of the sheet and they clambered in.

Kitty came first so she more or less slid over me, pressing her body hard against mine as she moved. She curled up under my arm and lushly pressed against my side. Mouse slid in next to me, under my outstretched arm, turned in, and hiked her leg over mine.

I sighed and said, "Now this feels real nice."

Mouse said, "It feels perfect."

Kitty, while gently rubbing her body against mine said, "Exactly how it should be …"

At first, it was Mouse's hand that made its way to my cock, Kitty took hold and joined in on the fun.

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It had been a while; finally, all three were ready for some release. Mouse had her pussy pressed against Paul's knee and was slowly humping as she stroked his cock. Kitty was snuggling into him, placing soft kisses everywhere as she either stoked him with Mouse or fondled his balls.

Paul was in fucking heaven! He reached his hands down their backs caressing and fondling their asses. He tried to reach down and under but the distance was too great.

"Kitty, let go, scoot up a bit and roll so your back is to me." Kitty did as she was told and Paul was able to run his fingers along her now puffy adolescent pussy. He was very happy that she was already rather wet. It seemed like she was always wet. He decided to ask her about it later.

He placed his hand on Mouse's back and with just a gentle guide, she knew exactly what to do. She got on her knees and pivoted. Her pussy was near Paul's head and she was now kissing and licking his dick. Paul moved Mouse so she was straddling his head. Before engaging his mouth, he said, "Go ahead Mouse, suck me."

He and Mouse were sixty-nined and Kitty was on her side riding Paul's left hand.

Paul understood from the start that they were all sexually backed up and release would be coming quickly. He attacked Mouse's chubby pussy and with his mouth and quickly focused his attention on her hard little clit. It didn't take long for her to be humping his face while wildly sucking his dick. His fingers were quickly getting a rise out of Kitty, he felt her hit her climax before he and Mouse came.

He felt it happening with the tightening of his ass and then the involuntary jerk from his midsection. Mouse was latched onto his dick and sucking like mad. Paul came with a fury! He was still fully engaged with Mouse's pussy and his exclamations of orgasm were directed right onto her clit. Mouse lost it! She arched up, lines of cum running down her front as she exhaled with a load in her mouth. She tried to get her mouth back on her Uncle's dick but was interrupted by a more intense jolt of pleasure than just before. She mashed her pussy into Paul's face and quivered out repetitive jerks of her hips.

Kitty rolled around Paul's arm and turned her head to watch. She was amazed by what she saw. Mouse and Uncle Paul were, well, gross and hot at the same time. She could tell they weren't even aware of what they were doing; cum and pussy juice seemed to be everywhere.

Mouse had fallen flat on Uncle Paul and was still jerking out aftershocks as she lay there. Uncle Paul had his head thrown back with his eyes closed as he moaned his pleasure. She could see the last small cum eruptions intermittently flowing out of his cock. She felt herself start to get wetter.

Paul held Kitty close and pulled Mouse up to join them. Mouse slid across his body, she slid through the pooled cum on his belly and crotch. She giggled and said, "Oh Uncle Paul, That was so great."

Paul and Kitty quietly laughed, Paul replied, "Awesome, simply awesome."

They lay there for a while until Paul asked, "Anyone up for a quick shower?"

Mouse rose and started to slide off the bed and replied, "Oh God yes."

Kitty looked at Paul and simply giggled. She sprung up and said, "Of course!"

The shower was perfect! Both Paul and Mouse needed to clean off and Kitty was more than willing to help both of them. As she helped Mouse, Paul marveled at how much Kitty had matured. Her ass had lost some of it's "bubble" and instead had taken on more of a streamlined look without losing its roundness. He loved the way her hips narrowed to her waist. Her legs were perfect; and, her proud little adolescent tits? They were more than perfect!

She caught him looking and loved it! He looked away but she said, "Uncle Paul, I like it when you look at me! I like looking at you, you turn me on … and from the looks of things …" she glanced to his hardening cock.

Paul stepped to her and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. "I'm drying off and heading back to bed."

The girls weren't far behind. They smelled so good, so fresh and new girl-like!

Paul knew how this was going to go down.

He pulled the sheets down and placed the four bed pillows in a pile in the middle of the head of the bed. "Mouse, sit over here at the foot of the bed. Kitty, you'll be up here, on your beautiful little butt. Just kind of lean back on the pillows."

The girls did as told. Kitty couldn't help but smile ear-to-ear. 'I'm to be the center of attention! This is it! Uncle Paul is going to do … it!"

Paul settled on his right side between Kitty's legs. Propped up on his right elbow he gently reached for her pussy.

He glanced back at Mouse and said, "Look at how pretty your sister's little pussy is! See how it's plump and getting redder? She has this sweet dusting of light blonde hairs right up here. They're so soft to the touch."

His hand was now above her pussy on her mound. He slowly pushed his fingers down and over her pussy. He started to gently run his fingertips along her slit as he looked back at Mouse.

"This feels so good. She is so soft and warm and … and starting to get really wet. Here, look at my fingers."

He pressed into her slit and pulled his fingers out to show Mouse how they glistened from her excited wetness.

"Do you want a taste? I love the taste of fresh pussy!"

He sucked his middle finger into his mouth and "mmmmmed" as he pulled it out.

Mouse leaned forward and he pointed his index finger at her and she sucked it into her mouth. Mouse wasn't sure at first. She really didn't know what to expect but it tasted warm and kind of like, heavy or something. She thought of gravy. It seemed thick and … no! Honey! It was like honey. Not sticky like, or real sweet like honey, but like honey. She liked it a lot! She smiled at Uncle Paul and then at Kitty. She looked at Kitty's pussy and wanted more!

"Sorry Mouse, this is just for me today. You can have some another time."

Mouse pouted and sat back as Uncle Paul put his hand back on Kitty's pussy. He adjusted so his head was just above her pussy. Using two fingers he gently opened her.

"See Mouse? This is what yours was like a couple of years ago. Kitty is becoming a woman and not only is she beautiful; she has a beautiful pussy also. It's all pink and shiny from her being aroused. If I reach just here and use my fingers, I can spread her open even more. If you were as close as I, you would smell her wonderful aroma. She's so excited right now that she is creating a smell that makes me even more excited."

He looked down at his big hard cock, chuckled, and said, "If you can believe that!"

Mouse leaned in and took a quick sniff. Kitty really smelled good! He was right; Mouse got a little more excited. She already knew all the stuff he was telling her but it was so cool that he was using Kitty to demonstrate! By now Mouse really wanted to suck on Uncle Paul's dick some more but knew she wasn't supposed to. She sat back in her spot.

Uncle Paul looked back up at Mouse, "Now watch your sister and at the same time pay attention to me. If I slide my fingers up, I come to her little hood and just under there is her clitoris. I tongued the hell out of yours earlier. Now with Kitty, it's smaller and less mature, but much more sensitive. Everything is so new to it. I just run my fingertip around it and on it …"

Kitty jerked and arched upward! She half cried, "Uncle Paul!" He stopped.

He did it again and she reacted the same way but this time he didn't stop. Kitty almost looked like she was hurt! Her eyes got wide and she twitched, lifting her bottom off the bed as Uncle Paul played with her. Uncle Paul kept his eyes on her as continued to run his fingers around her clit.

"That's a good girl Kitty. Let it go! Let your feelings go, get into what you feel. It's so good, isn't it Kathleen?"

"Oh Uncle Paul, don't stop! Keep going, do it some more … aaaaaaah …. some … more!"

Uncle Paul changed what he was doing and started to just softly rub her pussy.

He quietly said, "Oh Kitty, you are so beautiful. I love you so much!"

He glanced at Mouse and said, "Now we start getting serious."

Mouse thought things were pretty serious already! She loved when he lifted Kitty's leg and hooked it over his shoulder. She knew what was going to happen, he leaned his head in and stuck out his tongue. He lickity-licked his tongue right up her pussy!

Kitty had a bigger reaction than before! She almost yelled, "Oh Uncle Paul!" Her hips were going up and down and her breathing got real fast. Uncle Paul's tongue was focused right on her clitty and he was licking away like mad. Every once and a while he stopped and sucked on that spot. Kitty looked like she was getting electrocuted or something.

Mouse was so enthralled that she grabbed her pussy and started to rub it while watching Paul and Kitty. She tried to mimic what Paul was doing to Kitty and succeeded in bringing herself to the edge.

Paul was slurping and licking while Kitty was riding a pleasure wave headed to heaven. She got quiet all of a sudden and arched her back. Paul pulled away. He quickly glanced at Mouse and then looked up to Kitty. Kitty made a hard purr sound from deep in her throat and shuddered while she moaned. Every muscle in her body flexed as she experienced the sexual highlight of her short life!

"Uncle Paul is she …"

"Yes, Mouse. Your sister is climaxing. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh Uncle Paul, she's beautiful!"

Kitty exhaled and 'oooooohed' her way down. She grabbed Paul and kissed him while wrapping her legs around him. She was rubbing herself against him and left pussy juice trails on her Uncle Paul.

Paul slid off the bed and stood next to where Kitty was. He held his big dick in his left hand and pulled Kitty's head towards it. He suddenly stopped and looked at Mouse.

"Mouse, come here and help your sister!"

She scampered around to the side of the bed and slid off onto her knees in front of Paul. She turned slightly so Kitty could watch her. She took his big dick in her hands and rubbed it all over her face and open mouth. Whenever she could, she licked his dick. She pulled it even with her mouth and kissed it on the head. Precum was leaking out of Uncle Paul; she licked it up with her tongue.

She looked at Kitty who was watching her with wide eyes and her mouth open. Mouse held Uncle Paul's cock next to her face and gave it a quick kiss before swallowing it back in. She quickly began sucking him in and out as best she could. He moaned and set his hand on top of her head. He moaned again and softly petted her head. She slowed and again looked at Kitty. She pulled off Uncle Paul and pointed his dick at her and said, "Your turn Kitty!"

Kitty pivoted, slid off the bed and knelt next to Mouse. She looked at Mouse and then at Uncle Paul's dick. Mouse said, "Here take it, rub all of all over your face and kiss it all over. Then use your mouth, just like me!"

Mouse smiled as Kitty took Uncle Paul's dick and did just as she was told. Uncle Paul really moaned and even said "Oh My God, Kitty! Oh My God!"

Mouse thought Kitty looked real sexy with Uncle Paul's dick filling her mouth and her sucking it in and out. She couldn't help herself, she climbed back up on the bed and lay down on her back, legs spread for Uncle Paul to see and started to rub her pussy.

Paul didn't know which way to look. He watched Kitty suck him and then he would watch Mouse. Finally, he bent over enough to pull his dick from Kitty's mouth.

He reached under her arms and started to lift her up on the bed.

"That's enough for now. I think we're ready. Mouse, spin around and get your head down here. I want you to see everything."

Mouse did as told and when she got into position, Kitty was at the edge of the bed. Uncle Paul had lifted her legs and spread them enough to make room for himself. His dick was hard and twitching! Kitty's pussy was plump and all red! Mouse was amazed at how wet Kitty obviously was. Uncle Paul's dick was still leaking precum and was ready! It was really going to happen!

Kitty was looking up at Uncle Paul. He moved closer to her and the head of his dick pushed into her pussy just a little bit. Kitty jerked a bit and looked down. She got a little scared; he was too big for her! No way was it going to fit! Mouse saw that Kitty was getting nervous.

Paul saw this too. "Kitty, relax, breath in and out … slowly … just relax."

He had his right arm around her leg and his hand on her stomach. He was softly caressing her. His dick was in his left hand and he was gently rubbing it up and down her pussy. Kitty seemed to calm down and her breathing wasn't so hard.

Paul looked at Mouse and said, "Your sister is ready. Everything will fit and it'll be fine."

He looked at Kitty and gave his dick a push. She inhaled sharply. Paul grunted a bit and popped the head of his dick inside her! Kitty wasn't a virgin anymore! Her eyes were glued on Paul's dick as its head disappeared into her.

Kitty looked up at him and said, "It's in, I can feel it! It's big! I don't know …"

She stopped as Paul made more of his dick disappear inside her. Kitty threw her head back and moaned "Aaaaaaaaaw." Kind of like if a doctor was checking her tonsils.

Paul turned his head and looked at Mouse. "I'm just going to leave it where it is for just a moment. It'll give your sister a chance to get used to it before I … push some more."

And he did, he pushed more into her. Kitty sounded like she was at the doctor again. This time though, she sounded different, she sounded happier or something. She wasn't scared or nervous anymore.

Kitty looked up at Paul and said, "More Uncle Paul, give me more."

And he did! This time he pulled back a little and pushed harder! Kitty exclaimed, "Yesssss!"

Paul looked back at Mouse and said, "It's time. Now your sister and I are going to make love."

He moved much closer to Kitty and started to rhythmically push in and out of her. Mouse watched intently as his dick slid in and then almost all the way back out. He bent over and kissed Kitty.

Mouse thought it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw! Kitty was loving every second! Mouse could tell because Kitty was smiling and rolling her hips up to meet every thrust Paul made. Again, Mouse couldn't help herself! Her hand was rubbing on her pussy and it felt really good! Not as good as Uncle Paul and Kitty were feeling, but still good enough!

Paul slowed and stopped. He pulled out of Kitty, gently lifted her and turned her over. He lifted Kitty to her hands and knees as he climbed onto the bed behind her. He gently pushed on her upper back and said, "Rest on your elbows. Stretch out like a cat."

Kitty did and her butt rose up in the air. Uncle Paul looked at Mouse and directed her attention to his dick. It was right up against her pussy but from behind! He pushed and he was inside her again!

"Ooooooooooh … Uncle Paul!"

Kitty was real happy once again and this time Paul didn't go slowly! He started to quickly push his dick in and out of Kitty's pussy. He was pushing in and out and Kitty was rocking up and down in time with him. Her breathing got heavy and she was gently grunting with every push he made.

Paul got Mouse's attention and said, "Mouse, lie down so you're under Kitty's face. Watch her as I fuck her. Kiss your sister while I fuck her!"

Mouse was more than willing! She wanted so much to be involved. Kitty looked at Mouse as she slid under her. She reached for Mouse and kissed her. Kitty was so hot from fucking her Uncle Paul that Mouse was almost smothered by her kisses. She loved it! Mouse figured Uncle Paul was doing real good because Kitty broke her kiss, arched her back and growled pretty loud.

Kitty shook and returned to rocking with Uncle Paul. She now had her look of concentration on her face and her hands were balled in little fists. Her tits were swaying up and down as she rocked. They didn't move too much though, but you could see them being affected by all the action.

Mouse asked, "Did you? Did it happen?"

Kitty looked at her and seriously nodded her head. She said, while panting, "Oh god yes, yes! I'm going to cum agaaaaaaaaain!"

And she did! Another full arch and another loud growl.

Uncle Paul pulled out of Kitty again. "Roll over Kitty, on your back. Mouse, you stay there."

Kitty rolled over, lifted her legs and spread them wide. Paul practically lied right on top of her and had his dick back into her immediately. He got on his elbows because Kitty only came up to his chest. He then started fucking her harder than before!

Poor, maybe lucky, Kitty had a hard time keeping up. Eventually, she wrapped her ankles around his back went along as best she could with what he was doing. Paul went faster and started grunting every time he punched his dick into Kitty. The two of them seemed to be someplace else. Mouse had never seen anything like it!

Mouse heard Uncle Paul say something but didn't understand. He grabbed her arm and pulled her across Kitty towards him. He lifted up and pulled out of Kitty; but this time, a large glob of white goo flowed from his dick. Then it happened! A big long stream of his stuff shot out and just barely missed Mouse's face! It landed in a long creamy line straight up Kitty's body to her neck.

Mouse heard him, "Open your mouth Mouse!"

She did and he pulled her mouth over his dick just as he shot more of his stuff. He filled her mouth and she heard him say, "Swallow Mouse!"

She did as told and just as she swallowed, he shot another load into her mouth! She tried to swallow again but he was moving, moving up toward Kitty dragging her along. Mouse was ready to swallow another load when he pulled out of her mouth and placed the head of his dick right on Kitty's mouth.

"Open Kitty, your turn!"

Kitty opened her mouth just as a big glob of his stuff poured out his dick. He wasn't shooting so much as pumping his stuff out. Kitty not only opened her mouth, she lifted her head and sucked on his dick! She was sucking his stuff out of his dick as if it were a straw.

"Enough, that's enough … aaaaah."

Paul pulled his softening dick out of Kitty's mouth and practically fell on the bed next to her. Kitty didn't have any stray cum on her face but did have some lined on her body. Mouse knew that she still had some of Paul's stuff on her face. Kitty pulled Mouse close, it looked like she wanted a kiss but; instead, she sucked the stray cum off Mouse's face. Mouse turned and licked the rest of Kitty's body.

Mouse gave Kitty a kiss when she finished! They both tasted like Uncle Paul.

Paul watched and commented, "You two are too much! I think we've done enough tonight. I just want to cuddle up with you two for the rest of tonight. But first, Mouse, go get a warm washcloth and towel for your sister."

Paul took the washcloth and gently wiped the residue from Kitty and Mouse dried her. When they finished, Mouse put everything in the bathroom hamper and crawled back in bed with Kitty and her Uncle Paul.

Mouse gave Kitty a kiss, both giggled and they snuggled up to their wonderful uncle.

Uncle Paul held them until they fell asleep. Before falling asleep himself, he got up and turned off the light.

As usual, Kitty woke up first.

Epilogue

So, that's how we started our life together. We were three against the world.

Mouse transferred the next year to a school that had the academics she wanted. She was active in sports but never again participated in any formal dance. Mouse had plenty of dates. She even had a steady boyfriend in her senior year but never got too serious with anyone. By the end of high school, she had mastered Spanish, German, and French.

In college, she focused on Mandarin and Vietnamese while completing a broadcast degree. She was widely sought after by many networks, not just for language skills, but also … she looked fucking awesome on the tube. Believe me, you've seen her if you've ever watched a major cable news network. Anyway, whenever she was home we would all share the same bed and everything would be like before. For special occasions, Kitty and would I visit her and things were like before.

Although the network isn't happy about it, she's starting to make the move behind the camera and is so far having success at that transition. She understands that the camera mostly favors the fresh face. She recently came home and we discussed an offer she got to host her own international news magazine. We both agreed that the better move would to be the producer of the show. For the first time, things weren't like before. Her everyday life was moving further and further away from us.

Kitty, well she continued in the Performing Arts school. She dated some, had a boyfriend or two but never really seemed interested in anyone but me. The only exception was dance, and she was a whole lot better than good. As a matter of fact, she was nationally better! At the age of seventeen, she made a traveling ballet company. When I could, I traveled to see her perform and we would spend a night or two together. During a performance in Denver, she twisted her ankle. She never really gave it the rest it needed and eventually, it gave out during a performance in Phoenix. She fell, and in the process tore her ACL and fractured her tibia.

At eighteen her career was over and she was back home with me. It was tragic and she took a year to overcome her life collasping. It was almost a flashback to those terrible days six years prior. Mouse spent more time with us and we got her through it.

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Micky here, I need to interject at this point and add something to the story. One day when I was hanging with Paul he asked me if I would take a ride to Parrot City with him. I had nothing particular to do, and it was a nice day, so I went along for the ride. We chatted away, I never asked why we were going to Parrot City and he never brought up the purpose of our trip. We get to Parrot City; stop at a classic hardware store where Paul picks up a toilet fill valve and flapper kit. He looks at me and says, "Kitty called and needs some help."

Now, this was a change of pace! I've known several of the characters I've written about; but never had been introduced to so central a character of whom I already knew so much.

We arrived at a rather nice two story craftsman-style house in an older neighborhood. We were met at the door by a rather striking woman in her early twenties. We were shown into the living room and introductions were made.

Kitty was remarkable. She stood about five foot five, had her long flowing hair gathered back in a ponytail, soft blue eyes, a ready smile and the lean body of a dancer. She wore sneakers, straight leg jeans, and a long, loose t-shirt that curved up at the hips. She was a vision!

Paul lifted the hardware bag and asked, "The upstairs master, right?"

Kitty replied, "Yep, Jeff is napping, try not to make too much noise."

It was then I noticed some baby items around the room and identified the smell of talc in the air. I raised an eyebrow at Paul who commented, "My nephew Jeff."

He looked at Kitty and continued, "It shouldn't be too long. I think you'll find my friend Micky to be interesting."

Kitty smiled at me, moved to my side and took my arm. She commented to Paul, "Oh, I'm sure I will … come on Micky let's get you something to drink and sit out back."

Who was I to refuse!

Paul laughed, pointed to me with his thumb and said, "Kitty, watch yourself around this one, he has the way about him!"

Kitty glanced up at me and said, "Don't fret Uncle Paul, I think I'll be safe, right Micky?"

With a smile, and it was very easy to smile at Kitty, I replied, "Plenty safe, let's get that drink and your Uncle can get to work."

Kitty poured us, of course, two tall glasses of lemonade. We took the back door from the kitchen that led to a nice patio area.

We sat and Kitty opened, "Uncle Paul put that door in and built this patio. He also added an extra master suite upstairs for my sister Nora when she visits."

"Ah, Mouse; yes, Paul is quite the artisan."

"Micky, I think you need to know that my Uncle and I are very close. We share everything. We are practically open books with one another."

"So you're telling me ..."

She cut me off, "Yes I know all about him telling you his story and the story of his nieces." She paused, "I think it's a good idea. He carries a lot of guilt regarding his past and I think it would do him good to lay everything out. I think he's told you some things that he's yet to tell me."

"I would dare say that you're correct … I can't help but feel that you usually are correct."

With a smile, "Thanks, here's what I want to say: I want to tell you my, our, side of the story as well. I think it's important to have our perspective, so there is no confusion as to our intent in starting with Uncle Paul. It was all our idea. Although young, we fully initiated and consented to everything. As a matter …"

She paused, I waited, she didn't continue.

"Your son, you named him after your father?"

"Oh yes, Jeff? He's my life. Uncle Paul loves him as much as he loves me and Mouse."

"Tell me about your childhood."

We only had a short while but she started with a quick synopsis of her and Mouse's childhood. In this conversation, she gave me her phone number and asked that I call her so she could tell me more. And there was more, a whole lot more. In about a half hour Paul appeared at the door with the cutest blond haired baby boy in his arms. We stood, and Paul, carrying the child sat in the chair between us.

"Micky, care to hold the baby?"

I reached my hands out and said, "I would love to!"

As I cradled the child in my arms, Paul went inside to get a drink. I gazed at little Jeff, quietly I said, "Jeff isn't Paul's nephew."

Kitty, with that look of concentration I had only heard about, replied, "No, he's his son."

"But how?"

"IVF, artificial insemination; it's my gift to him."

Paul came back and we changed the topic. I handed the child off to Kitty.

Kitty and I met several times and she provided the information that I adapted into this story.

As for Kitty, after her surgeries, she recovered at Paul's house and they developed a plan for her. Using her inheritance she opened a dance school which became very popular and bought a nice little house for her and her sister. Paul discovered he had to avoid going to the dance school! Way too many distractions and impure thoughts there! Regardless, Kitty runs a fulfilling and successful business.

The baby was Kitty's idea. Nobody questions a single woman deciding to have a baby. They made the arrangements on a Caribbean Island where no one would ever know their connection. The deed was done, and now Paul has his son to raise and love. Who would question the loving involvement of a dear Uncle in the rearing of his unmarried niece's child?

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And there you have it; Paul Ridley's story about his two nieces and how he ended up finally becoming a father. If you care, please let me know what you thought. If you could actually picture the Kitty and the Mouse in your mind, let me know about that as well!

Well, cheers!

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