Tim Peterson
So naughty niece

CHAPTER ONE

Sondra Weldon felt her pulse quicken as the front door opened and she saw her Uncle Philip standing before her. He seemed more handsome and attractive than ever.

"I was in the neighborhood," the blonde teenager chirped. "Thought I'd drop by. Am I interrupting anything?"

It was a Saturday, and he was home alone, as far as she knew, but it never hurt to ask.

"Not a thing," Philip said. He was in his late thirties, casually dressed. And while he wasn't in a bad mood, he did appear a little down.

Philip stepped aside and let her in. Sondra was a very pretty girl with a slender curvy body and shapely tits stretching her snug pullover. Her skirt ended just above the knee, hinting at tanned, tennis-strengthened legs. She moved with a light step and a sassy roll to her jutting young ass.

Sondra turned to him and saw his gaze skip away from her ass. She supposed that guys just couldn't help looking.

"How have you been?" the bright-faced girl asked. "Okay?"

"Okay," he said indifferently.

"I haven't had, a chance to tell you how sorry I am about you and Aunt Cheryl breaking up."

Philip rolled a shoulder. "It happens, I guess."

"Not to my favorite uncle," she said, and gave him a hug. She held her arms about him, holding herself close.

He chuckled affectionately and returned the hug and the lingering embrace. "Nice to know I still have friends."

"And more, if you want it."

"What?"

Sondra looked up at him. "You heard me." Sondra turned and walked a slow couple of steps to a living room couch. Facing Philip again, she leaned her ass against the back of the couch, sliding her hands out to either side. She relaxed her body so that her tit, pouted high on her chest. It was a tempting pose, subtle but clear, matching her facial expression.

"And you know exactly what I mean," she said in a quiet friendly voice.

"I believe I do know. But I don't believe it."

"I can understand that," Sondra said. "It took some getting used to when I first realized I wanted you. As you can see, I did it."

"I-I never knew."

"Well, I've been hiding it. But when you and Cheryl broke up, it didn't seem necessary anymore."

"Didn't seem necessary? I'm your uncle."

"Only by marriage. You're a man, I'm a woman."

"An awfully young woman. Hell, a girl!"

"Wanna bet?"

He didn't have an answer for that. "I've been around," Sondra said. "I know a thing or two. And I'm not a girl to kiss and tell."

"Good."

"I heard you and Mom talking the other night, and I know you're tired of that. I know you're lonely. And I get the feeling you could use a little female attention. Or maybe just a good, hot fuck?"

The way he was now was no longer indifferent. Sondra wasn't sure what it was, though.

"Do you want me to spank your ass and send you home to Mommy?" he asked.

Her lips spread in a faint smile. Her eyes went shiny with the light of a wicked idea. Slowly, she turned. She bent forward and leaned on an elbow on the back of the couch. She grasped the back of her skirt at the hem and peeled it up and over the crescents of her flawless ass.

"All right," Sondra said easily. "Spank me!" Philip stared. He didn't know which way to turn, what to say, anything.

"Well, don't just stand there," Sondra said lightly, temptingly. "I've got all afternoon, but why waste any of it?"

She saw his gaze linger on her ass. She swayed it for him, pinched the elastic of her panties and pulled the seat into the deep cleft of her exposing most of each jutting asscheek.

He wavered and drew a deep breath. He moved forward. She looked at the front of his pants, between his thighs, and saw the suggestion of a swelling prick. So she'd been right. He could use some pussy action. She had made her move at just the right time.

She'd known it would be easy, if she could get the timing right. She had a good body, a great face, knew her way around, and she was afraid to go the extra step to really act a man's attention. If it was a man she really wanted.

Aunt Cheryl had married Philip only six years before, so it wasn't as if he'd been around forever. She had hardly ever thought of him as family. And with his looks, charm and maturity, it was only a matter of time before he became the prime focus of Sondra's erotic thoughts.

Philip drew near. Her body sewed his presence and she felt it quicken her pulse. Her desire became laced with excitement ant it played like fire over her tit-points, down to her pussy and between her asscheeks and thighs.

Philip reached across and cupped a hand on the saucy roundness of her asscheek. He caress her, though he did it a shade timidly.

"That's a funny kind of spanking," she said, deliberately dropping the word uncle.

It didn't seem to apply anymore, if it ever did. "Changed my mind," he murmured. "Maybe I'll let you stay for a while. If you promise to be good."

"Oh, I'll be good," she said. "I'll be very good. I'll do anything you say."

With his free arm, Philip hooked Sondra under her body and lifted her upright, drawing her against him. He held her close, groping her ass as he gazed down into her expectant eyes. Clearly his inhibitions were dropping by the wayside, no doubt encouraged by her unflinching, unwavering attitude.

"You really want it, don't you?" he said. "Gonna give it to me?" she asked.

"Bold little bitch. How did you get to be so bad?"

"Oh, I picked up a little here, a little there…"

"I hope you meant what you said, about not kissing and telling."

"It doesn't stop with kissing either," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and draping herself down the front of his body.

"Forbidden fruit. You're making me dizzy."

"Wanna lie down?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"I would. Anything you want to do, I'm for it. Anything, Phil…"

She felt him pull her tighter against his body, and he gave her a kiss that seemed to claim every part of her body as his very own. She shuddered with an inner warmth and lifted her girlish tongue against his virile probe. She felt his remarkably gentle, stroking response and quivered with anticipation of more.

"Nnnnn!" she groaned, barely containing her excitement. "Let's get to the lie down!"

"Don't you wanna get naked first?"

"Of course. Right here in the living room?"

"Maybe not. It's Saturday and you never know who might come snooping around."

"Right. I'm not your only niece, after all." In a quick, smooth motion, Philip bent and scooped Sondra up in his arms and started for the stairs.

"My hero!" Sondra gasped, and squirmed closer. She had fantasized about this moment, never picturing it quite like this, of course, but close.

For a long time, she had thought it would never happen. Aunt Cheryl was a stunner, and Sondra just couldn't imagine him having eyes for anyone else. On top of that, Cheryl was her mother's sister, blood kin and all of that, and Sondra couldn't picture herself hurting Cheryl or her mom. But then the spilt had happened and made it a whole new world, Philip chose a guest bedroom for them. At the time, Sondra assumed it was because it was the closest to the top of the stairs. Philip dropped her onto the wide bed and stood over her, then began unbuttoning his shirt.

Sondra had already kicked her sneakers off. Now she sat up to wriggle out of her pullover. That done, she lay back. She was braless, the mounds of her tits on display for Philip's consuming gaze. He stared as he continued undressing.

Sondra loosened her skirt, lifted her ass and pushed it from her hips. She folded her legs up as she whisked the skirt off. She then let her tanned, tapered thighs part and unfold, stopping with her thighs at right angles with her curved body. She pulled the white material of her panties up tight on her cunt, outlining its provocative fullness.

"I'm saving the fun part for you," she said.

"You do know your way around," he said, stepping out of his pants. His cock was a thick coil in his briefs, until he whipped them down and it bobbed outward, straightening and straining toward her. Her eyes did not miss his prick, or the rest of his lean shape.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "I don't think I'll have any problems with you, stud!"

"Likewise, beautiful," he said, and she tingled with delight.

It was going so well. Like a dream. Philip took hold of her near ankle and lifted her lower leg, sliding his ass in under it. He draped her muscled thigh over his lap and leaned over her, one elbow digging in her rib cage.

His expression seemed to turn serious as he gazed down at her coned-up tits, her very pretty face, then her tits again. "Are you sure it's what you want, Sondra?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing. All of a sudden I've gone crazy, lost my mind."

"I like it."

"What I'm saying is, I need someone. Now. I-I can't make any promises."

She touched a loving hand to his soft-haired head. "Take me!"

His attention returned to the twin, sculptured swells of her tits. First he brushed a light, nimble hand over and around them. Gently he squeezed into her pliant flesh, enclosing her tits with caresses she had never experienced before. Sondra watched intently as Philip lowered his mouth to her tits. His broad tongue came out and started to lick at the incredible smoothness of her flesh with a gentleness that surprised and thrilled her. His skills had been honed to a fine edge, and Sondra knew she was in for something fantastic.

Her pulse pounded through her body. The heat of her rushing system rose like a fever. She wanted more, and more. She wanted cock. She wanted to fuck. Wanted to do it all. Sondra grinned from ear to ear with carnal delight and squirmed restlessly on the bed.

He was kissing her tits now. Her nipples lifted up and out, seeking attention. He gave it to them, first with more kisses and then with soft, short sucks that sent flickering sparks to her pussy and on into her clit.

Her knees lifted into the air to either side of his shoulders. They wanted to pull farther back in complete surrender. Her pussy yearned to give way to his prick. Or his fingers. Or his tongue.

Philip lifted his head from her stiffened nipples and played his open, free hand over the front of her writhing body. He showed an understanding smile.

"You're so sexy," she said breathily. "You're not gonna tease me to death, are you?"

"Got a better idea?"

"Take my panties off and let's see what you can come up with."

Philip pushed himself away from her and sat upright. Sondra's knees went back toward her shoulders, and she lifted her feet into the air, letting them come closer together.

Her uncle hooked a finger on each side of her panties and pulled. The garment slid from her ass and were swept up and off her long, exquisitely shaped legs.

Dropping her panties, Philip slid open hands down Sondra's raised legs. As he reached her knees, she drew them back over her body. His hands traveled her thighs to her ass and cupped the perfect ass cheeks.

With her uncle kneading her asscheeks, Sondra let her legs spread and her feet return to the bedding. Thighs spread wide, her privates were on unabashed display for him. By then, she couldn't have played it coy for a million dollars.

"Oh wow, are you getting me hot!" she cried. "I don't have an ounce of shame left! I hope I don't shock you too badly!"

"Not even close," he assured. "This is just the way I like it."

"Wide-open and wicked, huh? I'll remember that."

Philip pulled his hands from her ass. He held one to the outside of her thigh as he used the other on her cunt. At first he combed his fingers into the pert thatch of her cunthair, massaging the soft mound it grew out of.

Shortly, his fingers slid from her cunt mound. The tip of his middle finger traced down the line of her fuck-slit, brushing over the edges of her inner cuntlips. They were visible between the fatter and lightly haired outer folds, and they were shiny with feminine lotions as well.

Sondra rolled her hips. With her face daintily flushed, she waited eagerly for what he was sure to do next.

Seemingly incapable of disappointing her, Philip twisted his hand palm-up and started digging his fingertip into the lower section of her cunt. He probed deeper into the soft-lipped, firm-tunneled slickness of her aroused cunt. He sank his finger in all the way and twirled it against her streaming pussy lining.

"Ohhhhh! I love it!" Sondra cried excitedly.

"I think you've found something I like!"

"Fine young pussy," Philip said, appearing slightly but genuinely amazed. "I'd forgotten how sweet it could feel."

Sondra continued moving her hips against the motion of his revolving finger, thrilling to the constant grinding sensations within her percolating pussy. "I've never come on a guys finger before. I'll bet you could make it happen for me."

"Is that what you want?"

"I want to do it all!"

"Okay, sweet-stuff, let's see if I can. As it happens, I used to be pretty good at this."

Philip fucked his twirling finger into her increasingly fiery cunt. Then he was holding it inside her, grinding and scraping as he worked his raised thumb-tip on her thrilled clit.

"Damn!" Sondra gasped. "This is really getting to me! Oh wow, I can't believe it!"

Squirming on the bed, she brought both hands to her achy tits and groped lewdly at them. The rich excitement of that fired her want, kicking her hips into more feverish motion. She hunched her pussy at his finger with quick, firm strokes, at the same time ramming her little clit against the pad of his thumb.

"Uhhhh, ooohhhh, uuunnhhh, you make me so bad!" she whimpered. "God, look at what a slut you're turning me into!"

Philip jiggled his hand with maddening quickness, and Sondra rocked into her climax. The surge of happiness lifted through her somewhat unexpectedly, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With torrents of release washing her system, she thrashed about on the bed, fighting for air and some thread of sanity to hold onto.

Philip fucked her with two fingers as she calmed, working, out the last spasms of her climax. She went limp before him, spent and satisfied – temporarily. Sondra just smiled at him.

"I'm gonna give you a real treat now," he said.

"Okay, but I'm not sure I deserve it."

"Sure you do," he said. "You're here, aren't you?"

It pleased Sondra no end to hear him say it, to know that she was good for him and that he appreciated her. There were still no guarantees, she knew, but they had gotten pretty far.

The tingling young blonde watched in fascination and pleasure as Philip stretched out belly down on the bed and bowed his head to her spread cunt. He inhaled her sweet scent and tasted her spilled pussyjuice, then gave herself over to pleasing her cunt.

He licked wetness from her outer pussy, the licked into the folds of flesh. He worked from just above her asshole up to the top of her fuckslit, going over her three or four times. Every time he closed in on her clit, she grew hotter.

It was hard for her to believe that she could be getting excited again so soon after coming like she had.