Sampling the Young Nieces Part I

It was the typical family Labor Day party. Everyone you loved was there. I was the loner guy, currently unmarried and unattached to anyone even in my family. There wasn’t a specific reason we were so distant just that we had nothing in common, an acknowledged fact. Even more uncommon was the fact that I was getting turned on . . . watching my nieces run around in their bathing suits. I had always liked girls younger than myself. I had even dated a fifteen-year-old some years back until her parents put an end to that. Yup, watching my nieces . . . budding young women, small mounds of flesh riding high on their chest and tight little asses in clinging nylon swim suits, even a hint of wispy pubic hair around the cleft at their crotch. I even watched them without staring and carried on the conversations around me.

The younger 14-year-old niece was showing off in a desperate attempt to get attention. Her mother was a troubled woman. Her father was killed in a car accident a year or more ago and now she was staying with my parents. She had a real abandonment issue. Her mother was in a mental ward somewhere. She was tall and thin having grown up without too many pounds on her frame. Her pert nipples were clearly hard beneath her two-piece bathing suit and her bottoms hugged her tight little ass . . . but her cheeks did not even give me the pleasure of riding up or down, and either would have been nice at a party that was falling flat.

The older 15-year-old one was running her mouth a million miles a second to one of the nephews. She was an arrogant little nymph but still pretty smart and had some reasons to feel superior. She was a hell of a lot smarter and much more mature than the rest of her peers in the family. She also had a soft well rounded body. Her breasts were making noticeable mounds beneath her swim suit. Her ass was well rounded and perfect for her figure. She was cute and her face was almost pixie-like.

I grew tired of the constant teasing . . . of seeing . . . but being unable to touch the young females in front of me, so I got up and made some pretense of checking on some items in my parents shed. I crossed the yard and closed the door behind me. I looked out of one of the dirty small windows and watched the two girls running around and still having fun. I worked my slowly hardening cock out of my shorts and stroked it looking over my shoulder to make sure the door was completely closed. This was the best view I could get at the time. I continued to stroke myself and stepped back to sit in an old chair, as I closed my eyes and started to fantasize about nubile young lips wrapping themselves around my now steel hard cock. I pictured my younger nieces licking and sucking as my hand worked faster and faster up and down the shaft.

Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes to see my older niece . . . Carrie . . . looking in the small window at me. She had caught me in mid stroke. I froze, my reddened cock rapidly shrinking in my hand. Her face bobbed out of view and I muttered many nasty expletives to myself as I pictured this story making the rounds throughout the family. Luckily she had no idea what I was thinking. Maybe I can make a big joke out of it. Chances are they’ll just think I’m a bigger perv . . . than they did before.

The door to the shed suddenly opened and I shoved my member back into my shorts as my niece slipped inside shutting the door behind her. I looked at her with a sheepish grin. “Hi Carrie,” I said as I felt the red flush spread across my face.

She walked forward and calmly said, “Hi . . . Uncle Mike.”

I continued to try arranging myself in a more proper manner. “Listen, I think we could just keep this between ourselves, OK?” I knew she was too smart to pretend she didn’t see what I was doing. She wouldn’t buy any line of bullshit I tried to pass . . . so I decided to treat her more like an adult, and feed her ego a little.

“I agree, as long as you let me see what you WERE doing . . . up close.” She smiled and stepped up in front of me looking down at my still open shorts.

My hard-on returned in seconds as I sat back down stunned by what she had said. My body was way ahead of my brain as the head of my cock crept out of the zipper. Had I just entered into a very realistic fantasy or was this for real? I looked from my quickly hardening manhood . . . up into her face. She was watching my rising cock getting harder by the second. I figured what the hell. I was going to hell for a lot of things already, so why not go for enjoying what I have always wanted to do.

“Okay Carrie . . . you can watch me wank, but since you scared me so bad . . . I might need some help finishing.” She never looked up at my face but only nodded and stepped closer inspecting my crotch. I took the opportunity to re-evaluate her body. She had filled out some since the last family gathering. I seemed to remember her talking about her being in her last year in middle school. I looked up and inspected her nipples that were now hard and I think I saw the smallest speck of moisture on the crotch of her bathing suit begin to gather. She was already breathing faster than when she entered my hideout . . . as she watched my hand manipulate my stiff and very thick cock. I suddenly stood up . . . surprising her . . . and whispered, “Let’s move around to the back of the shed. I don’t want anyone else to look in and watch you helping me get off.” I smiled and winked at her as she looked up at me.

I left my cock hanging and bobbing out of my shorts on purpose . . . as I stepped up beside her. I ran my arm down around her back and used my hand to guide her further back into the shed. I let my fingertips press against the top of her ass. The flesh there was warm and firm. Much more firm then I expected. She kept her eyes on my bobbing hard-on as we walked back to another set of furniture one of my brothers must have stored here. I guided her to a position standing beside a long couch as I sat down at one end. I wanted her at eye level if at all possible.

“Now what exactly do you want me to do . . . for YOU . . . Carrie?” I asked knowing that I needed some open dialogue to get what I eventually wanted from her.

“Well I want . . . ” she hesitated for a moment looking for a word “For you to do . . . what you were doing before.”

“Well . . . if you’re old enough to watch . . . then you should be old enough to say what you want.”

“I want you to beat off on your penis,” she stated looking me in the eye with a hint of rebelliousness. She sure was a ballsy girl I thought to myself.

“So you want to watch me jack off my COCK . . . I think ‘penis’ is such a clinical word.” I watched as she nodded agreement. I reached down and pulled my cock up and completely out of my shorts. She seemed surprised at the size. Not that it was all that big . . . just a little over seven inches but I’m sure she’s probably never seen one so close and to her it probably seemed pretty enormous. I stroked it slowly . . . unbuttoning my shorts to give her an even better view. Next, I pulled down the top of my boxers so she could see the mass of hair around the base of my hardened member. Her eyes widened with excitement.

She watched intently . . . leaning forward. I played with it casually not really wanting to get worked up just yet. I didn’t think touching it was at all really necessary . . . since her stare kept it as hard as a rock. She was still standing about a foot away . . . so as I ran my hand up and down, I reached over and touched the side of her waist. She jumped and looked at my face to see what I was up to. I smiled and simply pulled her a little closer to where her legs were touching the edge of the couch.

I had my legs stretched out and my knees fairly far apart so the view was a good one for her. She looked back at my stroking . . . but I left my hand resting on the side of her waist. I could feel her skin begin to grow hot through the thin nylon of her bathing suit. Also, I could give all of my attention to her as my hand was moving pretty rhythmically and without need for guidance.

I watched as her breathing picked up and her stiff nipples presented themselves even more to me.