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*** Friday: Morning ***

The next morning, I woke up early and got in the shower. The stream of hot water massaged my back, and my senses slowly re-engaged. I didn’t feel as guilty about the night before as I thought I would, and I feared that I was becoming too accustomed to the way the two of us were blurring our moral boundaries. Maybe now that Mary-Kate had found sexual relief, the pressure would be off to go any further.

I wondered if perhaps … Wait! What was that? I thought for a second that I heard the bathroom door open, but when I stopped scrubbing and focused my hearing, the room beyond the shower curtain sounded empty. I returned to soaping myself.

I wondered if perhaps last night had been the first time she had been so intimate with a guy. The way she talked, she seemed pretty naive, and she hadn’t mentioned to me that she had a boyfriend. I can’t imagine that my sister would encourage her to date, although Mary-Kate was 18 and certainly old enough to do her own thing. Maybe I was now the first guy to have brought her to orgasm. For a moment, that thought made me feel strangely proud, but then I got scared. I would have to remind her of the importance of discretion.

There! That sounded like water drizzling. I hooked aside a small portion of the shower curtain and saw my niece sitting naked on the toilet. Her legs were splayed slightly, and a thin stream of pee flowed from beneath her soft tuft of hair into the bowl below. A sharp tinkling sound cut through the dull beat of the shower’s flow on my head.

She pulled some sheets off the toilet paper roll and gave her pussy a few gentle wipes. Then she rose, flushed and moved over to the sink to wash. Her soft, supple body flitted around the bathroom, naked and unguarded, like a little pixie.

I marvelled at the pertness of her cheeks as she soaped her hands, and I drew back the curtain even more to watch. In the mirror, I stared at her perky breasts that wobbled lightly as she bent over the sink. Then scanning over the rest of her body, I admired her young and unspoiled proportions. I let my eyes wander up her back to her shoulders and neck and … In the mirror, I all of a sudden noticed that she was staring directly at me. I dropped my hold on the curtain and pressed back against the shower wall.

“Good morning, Unc,” she called out to me.

“Good morning, Mary-Kate,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “You shouldn’t be in here when I’m taking a shower. Didn’t you hear the water running?”

Suddenly, the curtain at the far end of the tub drew to the side, the shower rings screeching on the metal rod. “Well, I didn’t think you would be peeping at me, you perv,” she said, leaning her head in.

I quickly clasped my hands in front of me. “Mary-Kate! Close the curtain! You need to leave right now.”

She stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed behind her. “Why, Uncle Perv? You were peeking at my titties, so I should be able to peek at your wiener.” She took a swipe at my hands, but I had a firm grip.

“Mary-Kate, get out!” I insisted.

She grabbed the soap from the side tray and squeezed her body around me to get closer to the showerhead. “Oh relax, Unc. I have to shower too.” She started to suds her front. Her hands pressed and plied against her soft skin.

“Look at you covering yourself,” she said, flicking a hand out again to try and dislodge my hold unsuccessfully. “You know, I’ve seen your wiener already. Why are you being so shy?” She massaged her breasts with her soapy hands, pushing and kneading the fleshy lumps around her chest. Then, she handed the bar to me and twirled around. “Here, do my back.”

I hesitated for a moment but then decided to give her a hurried wash in order to get us out of this situation as quickly as possible. As I let go of my cover to grab the soap, my erection dropped in front of me like a weapon being aimed, and I shifted my hips back to keep it from touching her. I rubbed the wet bar superficially across her upper back, trying not to let my hand touch her skin, but I soon ran out of safe places to clean.

“My bum gets dirty too, you know,” she said.

I touched the soap to one of her cheeks, and it yielded to my touch. I moved the bar over her bottom, which squished and mushed under my pressure. She reached around and grabbed the bar out of my hand. “You’re not doing a good job. Use your hand.”

“No. I …,” I protested, but she grabbed my hand and pressed it onto a cheek. My fingers melted into its softness, and when I swiped, my hand glided slickly over the smooth, wet surface. I wiped around and around on the one side and then moved over to the other. I lost myself in the feeling, and she pushed back against my ministrations. My erection wavered out in front of me, and I used the pressure from my cleaning hand to stop her from shifting into it.

“Unc!” she said in exasperation, “You’re not cleaning me!” She grabbed my wrist and forced my hand into her bum crack. I tried to pull it back, but her rip her up porno grip was firm. My hand slid down between her cheeks. She turned her head and glanced at me. Her eyes were partly closed in concentration. “I think I need a lot of cleaning there,” she purred.

I slid my hand up and down. Along the groove, I felt the pucker of her anus, and each time I swiped past it, she shivered. She leaned back into me until her head rested on my shoulder. She sighed and then brought my soapy hands around to her front, sliding them up to her chest. I closed them over her pudding breasts; her slick skin slipped between my fingers. “Ohhhh, Unc!!” she breathed.

I kneaded and rolled her breasts as if to soap them, but my manipulations were too deep, too luxuriating and too deliberate to be mistaken for cleaning. “Ohhhh!!” she purred again and leaned back further. Her ass cheek slid along the underside of my stiff cock and pushed it up against her lower back. “Mmmm!” she murmured, “What’s that?”

She reached behind and grabbed my erection. I tried to jerk my hips away, but she had it in her grasp. She slid her closed hand up its length. “Oh Unc!” she exclaimed, “Your wiener is hard again!”

I broke free and shoved my back up against the shower wall. “Mary-Kate, that’s enough! You need to leave right now,” I insisted.

She spun around and glared at me with sparkling eyes. Some suds flew off her nipples as her breasts whipped over. “But Unc, I’m all soapy,” she said, pouting. “I can’t get out yet.” She advanced towards me.

I tried to flatten my body against the wall tiles but couldn’t avoid her approach. She pressed her soapy body against mine to prevent my escape. Her breasts deformed softly into my chest, and underneath them, her slippery hands closed around my balls and hard-on.

“Mary-Kate, back up,” I demanded, “I have to leave.” But she had me pinned.

She stared at me coyly through the tops of her eyes. The corners of her mouth curved up. She began to massage my entire groin with her hands. “Unc?” she asked, “Last night, what were you telling me would happen if I rubbed your wiener like this?” Her soapy hands slipped up and down on my shaft. Up and down. Up and down.

I looked down but could only see her face and compressed bosom. Underneath, her hands worked in a slow rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. “It would … It would …,” I tried to reply.

Up and down. Up and down. “Uh huh?” she mused.

It felt so good. It was wrong to let her do it, but I didn’t want her to stop now. “It would sp-p-p-purt …” I was on the edge.

Up and down. Up and down. “Oh, then maybe I should stop.” She continued to lean against me, but she ceased stroking.

I couldn’t believe it. Her slippery hands grasped my cock but stayed still. I was frantic; I was almost there. I shifted my hips and moved my shaft in her grip. It slurped in and out. She smiled.

I rocked my hips and slipped my cock in and out of her handhold. In and out. In and out. “Mmmm, Unc, what are you doing?” she asked teasingly.

I sped up my rocking, and my cock became a greased piston. In, out. In, out. In, out. She gripped me tighter and began to push against my motion. I felt the tell-tale twinges. “Aaahh! Aaahh!” I warned, but she continued to bear down on my thrusting rod.

I let fly. “Nnngghhh!!” Thick spurts of cum spewed through my cock and splashed against the underside of her breasts. “Eeee!!!” she screamed at being sprayed, but she maintained her hold and position. “Nnngghhh!! Nnngghhh!! Nnngghhh!!” I shot and shot into her chest before subsiding.

Finally, I went limp against the wall, and she leaned away from me. Long strings of goo dripped off her abdomen and breasts. She held her slimy hands away from her body and flicked them down towards the tub. “Oooo!! Uncle Harvey, you made me all messy!” she complained and wiped her palms on my cheeks in retaliation. The cum oozed down my face. “Yuck!” she said, “You got your gunk all over me.”

She turned into the stream of water and scraped herself off, while I leaned exhaustedly against the shower wall. What just happened couldn’t have just happened. I was stunned. A gob of cum dripped off my cheek and landed on top of my foot.

Mary-Kate turned around and giggled at my stupor. “You have to clean up, or we’re going to be late,” she advised and stepped out of the shower to dry off. I washed off and then emerged.

She stood in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around her body. She threw me a towel and then kneeled in front of me with another one in her hands. I dried my face and hair, while she wiped up my legs. She pressed higher and higher until she cupped my balls. The rough terrycloth and her attention aroused me. “I can do that part,” I said.

She pouted and got me to turn around. As I hurriedly tried to finish my front, I felt her towelling move up the back of my legs to my bum. She pushed and squeezed my cheeks, and then she sneaked her towel-covered hand between rus porno my legs, landing it on my groin.

“Oap!” I yelled and snapped my legs together, trapping her arm.

“Aiyeee!” she screamed, and then I released her. I fastened the towel around my waist, and we exited.

In the hall, she stopped. “Uncle Harvey?” she asked as she turned towards me.


Suddenly, she swiped the towel off me and ran down the hall. “Hey!” I shouted and bolted after her.

“Eeeee!!” she screamed and ducked into her room. She tried to close the door, but I leaned up against it. Through the closing crack, we glared wildly at each other. Her eyes betrayed her nervous excitement. Suddenly, she abandoned her pushing and leaped to the bed. I stumbled into the room, my penis waggling in front of me.

She stood awkwardly on top of the mattress with one hand holding her towel on and the other shielding my towel behind her back. Her eyes glinted as she panted to catch her breath. Her leg muscles tensed, ready to spring.

I stalked the bed cautiously and countered her moves as she fidgeted from my approach. I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose. I neared the bed, and she leaped off to my side, but I caught her in mid-flight and threw her back on the bed. She bounced as she landed, and her towel flew apart on contact. I fell forward onto her with our momentum.

My face hovered over hers. I got caught up in the moment and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed back and threw her arms around my neck. I felt her breasts mush into my chest and my firming penis stretch over top of her thigh. Our lips opened and closed in rhythm, and I felt excitement growing in my chest.

Then I came to my senses and pushed myself off. She tried to hold her arms around my neck, but I snaked my head out under the loop. “Don’t go,” she pleaded, flopping her arms onto the bed.

I moved towards the door. “You have to get ready for school.”

She shook her head. “Unh unh. You have to help me get dressed.”

I turned back to scold her but melted as I saw her lying vulnerably on the bed. I wanted nothing more than to run over and complete what we had started. But, I had to get her moving, and I knew that, if I didn’t play her game, she would find some way to defy me.

I sighed and opened her underwear drawer. Stirring through her delicate underthings, I spotted a conventional pair of white panties and held them up for approval but didn’t expect to receive it.

“Yep, those will do,” she said, completely shocking me. She sat over the side of the bed, and I brought them over and kneeled between her legs. I fiddled with the panties to distinguish between their front and back.

She bent forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Uncle Harvey?” she said softly.

“Yes, my sweet,” I replied, still trying to figure out her panties’ orientation.

“Uncle Harvey?” she whispered, “I’m all tingly again.”

I swallowed. This was not a good sign. I looked up into her eyes. She seemed pained and anxious. “Sweetie,” I said haltingly, “You have to get ready.”

She kissed me on the mouth and then drew my head down to her groin. I resisted, but she pulled me down again with surprising strength. The tip of my nose touched her hair, and I could smell her tangy odour. I tried to pull back and get up, but she lifted up her hips and planted her pussy on my mouth. Her juices smeared over my lips. “Ohhh!” she exclaimed.

I dropped my mouth onto her wet fur and gave her pussy a long lap with my tongue. “Mmmmumph!!” she groaned. I couldn’t stop. I kissed her lips and licked all around them. Her scent invaded my nose and spurred me on. I vibrated my tongue and aimed it at various targets, trying to find her little knob. “Ohhhh!!” she exclaimed again.

Bringing my hand around, I smoothed back her light hair and spread her folds of skin. Her clit peeked into view helplessly, and I dropped my waggling tongue onto it without mercy. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!” she yelled out.

I brought my other hand up and slid a finger into her wet tunnel. She was extremely tight, and the more I penetrated, the more she squirmed. “Oh my gawd!! That feels so good!! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!”

I licked and slid as fast as I could. Her juices poured out of her. Her wriggling gave over to a sudden seizure, and she impaled her fingernails into the back of my scalp. “Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Urppp unnngghhh!!” Her whole body clenched.

After a few seconds of rigidity, she grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my head up. With her eyes closed, she kissed my mouth ravenously, licking up her pussy juices. Then she collapsed back on the bed.

I watched her chest move up and down, as she recovered her breathing. Little droplets of liquid hung off her pussy hair like dew. Her intimate smell lingered on my nose and mouth.

Eventually, she rose onto her elbows and stared at me still kneeling between her legs. “What are you thinking about?” she asked dreamily.

“I don’t know,” sert porno I replied. I was mesmerized. “I guess I was thinking how wrong this is but how natural it feels. I was thinking about how mixed up I am and how I’m letting you down as your guardian,” I offered. “Why? What are you thinking about?”

She reached over and combed her fingers through my hair. “I was thinking that, if you don’t leave right now, I’ll be late for school.”

So much for sharing. I stood up and went to leave. My semi-firm penis wobbled in front of me, but I didn’t bother recovering my towel. I was still stunned. As I reached the door, she called out to me, “Unc, Unc.”

I turned back, and she blew me a big, smoochie, air kiss. I grinned and exited her room.

I threw on a t-shirt and my boxers and waited at the front window. The bus turned the corner, and I yelled up for Mary-Kate to hurry. Almost as soon as I called, she bounded into the room and gave me a flying hug. She was dressed much like yesterday, but she had braided a couple of ponytails over her ears. She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, grabbed her books and flew out the door. “Bye, Unc,” she called out as she ran.

Partway across the lawn, one of her textbooks slid off her pile onto the grass, but she kept going. Great! I wasn’t dressed for this, but I didn’t want to risk her missing it. I ran outside and called out to her. She didn’t hear me at first, so I scrambled over to grab the book and called out again. The people on the bus stared at me through their windows.

She heard me the second time and retraced her steps. She had a strange look on her face, as if she were trying hard not to grin. When she finally approached me, she yielded to a wide, knowing smile. “Nice outfit,” she said, grabbing the book away from me. Then she leaned forward and gave me a huge, open-mouth kiss with lots of tongue. I tried to ease her off me, but she resisted. Glancing nervously over her head, I could see the kids from the far side of the bus craning over their peers to look out the near-side windows.

She finished her kiss and smiled at me broadly. “Thanks,” she said, stuffing her book back into her pile. “I forgot to tell you, but I’m going on a date tonight. Bye.”

She spun about and skipped towards the bus. As she rounded the front, I noticed the bus driver grimacing at me disapprovingly. I turned and retreated back into the house. Behind me, a girl gave me a wolf whistle from her window.

*** Friday: After School ***

I stewed for most of the day. Date?!! Not if I had the final say! She had been very clever telling me about her date when I was outside, vulnerable and unable to argue, but when she gets home, she would find that the discussion isn’t over. Date?!!

However, she is 18 after all. If she wanted to go out, who was I to stop her? As much as I hated to admit it, I may actually be a little jealous. No. No, that couldn’t be it. It was because … um … because her mother had put me in charge and had told me not to let her go out. Yeah, that was the reason. … Oh, why did I have to deal with this, and why did I care so much? My stomach was in knots.

The bus pulled up to the curb. Mary-Kate scooted around the front bumper and charged up the lawn. She waved to someone over her shoulder and then burst into the house. “Eeeee!!” she squealed as she entered, “Uncle Harvey! You were waiting for me again!” She bounded across the room, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the mouth.

When she pulled back, she noticed that I wasn’t smiling. I admit that I was cheered by her enthusiastic greeting, but it didn’t erase the day-long funk I had been in. Leaning back, she mocked my sour mood by sticking out her lower lip. “You’re a Mr Grumpy-puss, Unc. What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk, Mary-Kate. This morning, you said something about going on a date tonight, and I …”

“Ohhhwuh! We always need to talk!” she interrupted me, “Okay, c’mere. Let’s talk.” She led me by the hand over to the couch and gestured for me to sit. Then she plopped on my lap and leaned against my chest. “Okay, Mr Meany, what are you going to tell me?”

I was softening. I had built up a head of steam all day and had even practised a few different speeches, but now I was succumbing to her cuteness. “Well, I don’t want to seem unreasonable, Mary-Kate, but your mother did say that you weren’t to go out.”

“Uh huh,” she whimpered, her head on my shoulder.

“I mean I realize that you’re 18, but I would just prefer that you wait until after your parents get home.”

“Uh huh.” She gave me a little peck on the neck.

“Well, that’s all. I just think it would be better if you didn’t go out tonight.”

She sat up and looked at me. “Uncle Harvey? Are you jealous about me going on a date?”

I coughed. “No. No! No, of course not.”

She smiled and squinted her eyes. “I think you are. Look at you; you’re blushing.”

“Mary-Kate, don’t be silly. I’m not the least bit jealous. I’m only thinking about …”

“So, if you’re not jealous, then you don’t mind me telling you that I’ve got a crush on this guy and that I like to kiss him and snuggle with him.”

“N-n-n-no. Why should I be jealous? You’re … I mean if you …”

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