It Started as an Innocent Massage Ch. 02

This is twenty years on.

In that time I haven't moved, I am still in my simple two bedroom apartment, and I am still searching for that special woman to share my life with. However now that I am forty three I feel time is running out. My Sister turns fifty in two months, but she doesn't seem to be worried about the advancing years, probably because her life is more settled than mine. She has been with Dave since I moved into my 'new' place, they married only three months after their first date. They have two children, Charlotte nineteen and Christopher fourteen.

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"Hi Uncle Henry, Charlotte here."

I smiled, she always says that. She probably calls me at least two or three times a week. When I answer the phone I can see that it's her number, and then I recognise her voice, but she still thinks it's necessary for her to tell me who she is.

"I need a favour from you."

I smiled again, it seems that recently every call is because she needs something from me, or because she wants me to do something. I do have a soft spot for her and she knows it, so I always end up saying yes.

"OK, but it had better not be like last time."

I heard her giggle before saying, "What was wrong with last time?"

"You asked me to drive you to that new clothes shop. What did you say? 'It's only a few minutes out of town.' It took us an hour to get there."

"It's not my fault if you drive slowly."

"Very funny. Go on, tell me what you want."

"I have taken up running at College."

Even though she couldn't see me I was now shaking my head, then I said, "No, my running days are over. Ask your Mother to run with you."

"She does, but that's not why I am calling you. I have got a running injury and apparently you are the person who can fix it."

I had a flashback to the time when I had massaged her Mother, it was twenty years ago but It was still a vivid memory. She had come to me for a massage, but she had got a lot more than that. It is something we have never repeated, and we have never talked about it. Why had she suggested that I massage her Daughter?

"What did your Mother say?"

"Nothing, it was Grandma. I mentioned to her that I had a problem with my leg and she said that you had a qualification in Sports Massage."

I had forgotten about that. I do, but from about eighteen years ago. It was two hours in the evening for ten weeks. It was a very basic qualification. At that time I had ideas about doing it for a living, this was the first step. However six months after finishing it I lost interest. The only massaging I have done since then has been with girlfriends, and that has been sensual rather than therapeutic.

"That was a long time ago, you need professional help rather than me."

"But I will have to pay for that. I am a poor student."

She was, and I knew that if she had to pay it would not be cheap. If I could help her, then what was wrong with that?

"What is your injury?"

"Thanks Uncle."

"Hold on, I haven't said yes yet."

She laughed before saying, "But you are going to."

I probably will, but only if it's not in some place that might be embarrassing for both of us.

"It's my calf muscle, it's sore and tender. It's not pulled yet but it feels as if it will if I carry on running without any treatment."

I smiled, that's a safe area.

"OK I will, but on one condition, if my Sister is happy for me to do it."

"I don't see why I need her approval, but if that is what you want then I will get it."

The next day my Niece called again.

"Mother is OK with it, what time can I come round?"

"How about tomorrow at eight? I get back from work just after six so that will give me plenty of time to eat before you get here."

"That's good for me as well. See you then."

When the call ended I got back to watching television, but my mind was on other things. Was it really a good idea to be massaging her? The difficult thing to come to terms with was that even though she was my Niece I was attracted to her, as indeed most men must be. She has a beautiful face and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Her body is lean and toned, and is in proportion to her height of five feet, that is except for het tits. They would look very big on a woman who was a lot taller, so on her they are massive.

"You are thirty minutes late."

"Sorry Uncle, If you give me five minutes I am sure I can come up with a decent excuse, but for now I haven't got one."

Then she smiled at me, and I couldn't help smiling back.

"OK, but next time please be punctual."

"I will do my best."

As we walked to the living room nothing more was said, but we both knew that next time she would probably be late again.

"If you go into the bedroom I will get the oil ready. Lie on the bed face down and I will be with you in a few minutes."

When I saw her on the bed I was shocked, she was lying down on the towels I had placed there, but she was just in her underwear.

"Why have you done that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Taken all your clothes off."

"I have my bra and knickers on."

"But I am only massaging you calves. You shouldn't have taken anything off."

"Now you tell me."

Then she giggled.

"Sorry Uncle, I did know. It's just that I thought that after you had sorted my calf out you could give me a nice relaxing massage."

"Well you thought wrong."

When she turned her head to look at me I was standing there with my arms crossed. She must be able to see that I was annoyed but it didn't seem to bother her.

"Please, have I ever told you that you are my favourite Uncle?"

"Yes, every time you want something. But this time it's a no."

"Why?"

That was a difficult one to answer. I could tell her the truth, "If I massage you as you are I might not be able to resist the temptation to take it further." Then I thought of Lily.

"I don't think your Mother would like it."

"It's nothing to do with her. I do lots of things she doesn't like, I just never tell her about them."

Was there really any harm in me doing what she wanted?

"If that is all you are bothered about, it will be our little secret."

I hesitated for a few seconds before giving in, "OK, but if anybody asks I just did your calf."

That is where I started.

"It's very stiff, how much running have you been doing?"

"Normally three miles but I have started doing five."

"Did you go from three to five straight away?"

"Yes."

"That's your problem, it should have been a gradual change. I would have increased it initially by half a mile, then when I was used to that I would have increased it again. Two miles was too much."

"I know that now."

After fifteen minutes I had done both calves.

"I went deep into the muscle so your legs will probably be sore later on. Don't run again until at least the day after tomorrow."

"OK, it was a bit painful."

"I am now going to use a lot of oil, so you might want to shower after."

When I started massaging her shoulders they were tense, but they soon relaxed as I worked on them. Then I moved to her back. I was now running both my hands up and down, starting just above the outline of her knickers and ending at her neck. As I did it I was pushing down quite hard with my palms.

"Is that too hard?"

"No, but my bra strap is irritating me."

It must be digging into her skin when my hands push over it.

"Sorry, I will be more careful."

"Undo it."

That surprised me, but it did make sense to remove it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's spoiling it for me so I want it off."

It appeared to be a simple hook, but I was struggling with it.

She giggled before saying, "Uncle have you never taken a bra off before?"

"Yes, but not this one."

"You are worse than my first boyfriend, in the end I had to take it off myself."

I had no idea who that lucky guy had been, but I could understand his nervousness, I was feeling the same now.

"Done. But I am NOT putting it back on when we have finished."

That made her laugh.

Getting rid of the straps had made it easier for me to massage her, but what it had also done is let me see the side of her tits. I couldn't see a lot, the cups had only opened slightly, and her tits were squashed against the bed, but it was enough for my cock to start to get hard. I had to reach down and adjust it.

I spent the new few minutes massaging her bare back. Then, after resisting the temptation to let my hands go near her tits, I got to work on her thighs. Her legs were almost closed so I was only working on the top of them.

"Sorry, you need some room to be able to do my legs."

Then she opened them wide, really wide. It was a lot more than was needed.

"Is that better?"

Better for what? She had done it so that I could do a proper job on her thighs, but it had also given me a great view of her covered cunt, and it was now accessible if I risked exploring it with my fingers.

"Yes."

I should really have said no, perhaps made a joke of it. She would then have moved them so that she would be showing me less of herself. On another day I might have had more self-control, however today I was happy to let her stay as she was.

As I massaged her legs I looked at her bottom, her small white knickers were barely concealing it. It wobbled slightly as I pressed hard on her thighs, I was itching to get my hands on it.

So far I had been a good boy, nothing inappropriate. Undoing her bra had been for practical reasons, but I was glad she was not going to be telling my Sister about it. The massage wasn't going to become sexual, but I could have some fun by making it sensual, that is if my Niece was willing. Time to test the water.

When I moved my hands to her inner thighs, high up near her groin, there was no objection from her. Then when I pushed against them there was no resistance, they just opened up more for me.

As I put more oil onto my hands I stared at the outline of her cunt, I could make out her lips and clit. I took a deep breath before continuing, I was going to need all the self-control that I possessed. If she was a girlfriend I would already have two or three fingers deep up her, but she wasn't, she was my Niece. I would have to be content with just looking, but that was easier said than done.

My hands were now getting dangerously close to her cunt, another inch or so and I would be brushing against her knickers. She would stop me if I did that, but would she stop me if I tried to massage her peachy bottom?

In a casual tone I said, "I have finished with your thighs, what about your bottom?"

"Yes, but will your oily hands stain my knickers?"

I hadn't thought about that, reluctantly I told her the truth.

"They might do, so it's probably best if I don't."

"That's a pity, I just know you would do a good job on my bottom."

I looked at it longingly, before saying, "That's your back done, please turn over."

She didn't move, did she want to continue?

"You could wash your hands."

Now why hadn't I thought of that?

"Or you could just pull them down a bit."

It was obvious which option I preferred, and because she had suggested it I was going to assume it was what she wanted me to do.

"OK, but close your legs so that it's easier for me to pull them down. I will tell you when to stop."

She had said a bit, but I now had them down enough so that most of her cheeks were exposed. Her cunt was still covered, but only just.

As I massaged her bottom she moaned.

"That's good."

It was good for me as well, but also frustrating. My cock was fit to burst but I knew that I would have to wait for her to go before I got any relief, and that would be with my own hand.

After a few minutes I changed from just pushing down on her bottom to moving each cheek in a circular motion as well. I was trying to open and close her cunt. I might not be able to touch it but I hoped I would be able to excite it by doing this.

"That's even better."

I smiled, it appeared to be working. After five more minutes of doing it I noticed her breathing change, it was louder, and at times ragged. She was also starting to moan quite loudly. I had been with enough women to know what it meant, she was building up to a climax.

When I pushed harder she gave a loud groan.

"Don't stop."

She was now moving her bottom herself, grinding it into the bed. Each time I moved her cheeks I could hear her cunt squelching, she must be soaking wet. There was now a rich aroma filling the room, mingling with the smell of the massage oil was the smell of her cunt.

It was another two minutes before she climaxed. When she did her body shuddered and then it went limp. I removed my hands from her bottom and then I waited for her to recover.

She said, "I think that's enough for now."

So no mention of what had just happened. I was OK with that, but my worry was that it might be a one-off, she might not even want me to massage her again.

"I will skip the shower."

I left her alone to dress. Five minutes later she joined me in the kitchen.

"Wednesday."

"What?"

"I will be here at eight."

Good, she was still keen to continue.

"OK, but don't you mean eight thirty?"

She pretended to be hurt by my remark, then she said in a confident voice, "I WILL be here at eight."

As I closed the front door on her she said, "See you at eight," then she laughed.

I waited until I went to bed before playing with myself. As I stroked my cock I replayed in my mind everything that had happened, in as much detail as I could remember. When I got to the part where she climaxed my cock exploded. It was one of my best.

For the next two days I kept thinking about Charlotte. I was finding it difficult to concentrate at work. On Wednesday I got home at seven, just one more hour to wait, no it would be longer because she is always late.

When I opened the door to her she just stood there.

"Don't you need to say something to me?" Then before I could answer she added, "An apology."

I hesitated, not sure what to say, but it needed to be something along the lines of, "I am very sorry, I am your Uncle and I should not have taken advantage of you. It will not happen again. Do you forgive me?"

However before I could say anything she raised her hand and then pointed to her watch.

"It's now eight o'clock precisely. I want an apology because you said I was going to be late."

I laughed, a bit too loudly, mostly out of relief.

"I am very sorry that I doubted you. From now on I will never question anything you say ever again."

That made her giggle.

"Now go into the bedroom and get ready."

It only took me a few minutes to get the oil to the required temperature. As I walked to the bedroom I couldn't help smiling, I had waited two days for this. However when I saw her I stopped dead.

"What's wrong Uncle, you look shocked?"

I gave a nervous laugh then said, "I didn't expect you to be naked."

"Don't be silly, I have my knickers on."

Yes, but it was all she was wearing. She was sitting on the bed with her big tits exposed, and her large nipples were pointing up at me.

In a matter of fact voice she said, "The bra is going to get in the way, like last time, so I took it off."

She then put both her hands under her tits and presented them to me. She had nice nipples, just like her Mother.

"Do you think they are too big?"

"No, they are perfect."

She gave me a nice smile before saying, "Thanks, I am glad you like them."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, I had just remembered a joke and I was going to tell it to her.

"I have a joke for you, I hope you like it."

She removed her hands from her tits and placed them on her knees, waiting for me to continue.

"Three women go for a job. The first one has all the relevant qualifications but no experience. The second has no qualifications but lots of experience. The third one has no qualifications and no experience, but she is very enthusiastic and she says she will work hard."

She giggled, "I am number three."

I gave her a stern look.

"Sorry, carry on."

"They all interview well, but who gets the job?"

"No idea, tell me."

"The one with the biggest tits."

We both laughed. Like a lot of jokes it's not politically correct, but I think it's funny and she did as well.

"So I would get the job."

"YES."

She laughed, but I just looked at them, with tits like that she would always get the job.

"We had better start, turn over."

"Can you do my front first?"

"OK."

Her calves didn't feel as tight as last time.

"Did you run today?"

"Yes this morning, but just two miles."

"Good, how did your legs feel while you were running?"

"Better than the last run, but they started getting sore towards the end."

I was pleased, she had taken my advice about keeping the mileage low.

"I think that you should stay at two for the next few runs."

"I guess that is the sensible thing to do."

"YES it is."

That made her laugh.

"I like strong men who tell me what to do."

That was a lie, and she was poking fun at me.

"You mean like that George you are going out with?"

"Keep up Uncle, I dumped him a week ago."

"I liked him."

"You only met him once. He was too immature."

"Wasn't he twenty six?"

"Yes, that's what I said, too immature."

"But you are only nineteen."

She didn't reply to that, but I did get a look that would peel paint from a door.

"Sorry, in terms of maturity you are at least thirty five years old."

It was way over the top, but she seemed pleased with what I had said.

"I think I should only date older men. How old are you?"

That sent a tingle down my spine, the implication was that she wanted me.

"Forty three, way too old for you."

There was an uneasy silence for a few seconds, then in a calm voice she just said, "No."

I spent the next few minutes working on her calves. Time to massage the rest of her.

"Your thighs are next."

"Please will you do my top first? I would like you to start there and then work your way down to my bottom."

To a casual observer it would have sounded innocent, but to me it sounded like, "Please will you do my tits first then finish with my cunt." Perhaps I was reading more into it than I should, but from what had happened last time I knew that this was going to be more than just an innocent massage.

When I started on her shoulders she closed her eyes. A minute later I moved my hands to the edge of her tits. It felt as if there was a line there, and I had to decide if I was going to cross it or not. I knew that if I did there would be no going back.

I took a deep breath and then I moved both hands onto her tits. When I lightly brushed her nipples she gasped. I stopped, she then opened her eyes and smiled before closing them again. I now had her permission to continue.

I spent the next five minutes on her tits, they were firm and heavy, but I kept away from her nipples even though they were sticking out, begging to be played with. I was saving them for later.

Charlotte then opened her eyes, as I gazed into them she quietly said, "My nipples need some attention."

"That's good, how much do they need?"

"Lots, I will tell you when to stop."

"Why would I ever want to stop? Once I start on you big thick nipples I don't think I will be able to stop."

"Not even for my cunt?"

I looked at her wide-eyed, I now knew that I was definitely going to get more than just her tits.

"I might not want your cunt."

She giggled, "You are so silly. I may only be nineteen but I am old enough to realise that every man I know would like my cunt."

"Even your Father?"

That made her gasp, then she gave me a wicked smile.

"Yes even him. Would you be shocked if I told you that he has already had me?"

I was shocked, "When?"

She laughed, "He hasn't, I was only teasing you."

"Very funny, but I actually believed you."

"I am starting with you first, he is next."

It wouldn't surprise me if she did eventually do what she had just said. My Niece is always single-minded, she nearly always gets what she wants in the end.

My first suck on her nipple was gentle, it was to feel its size.

"Do you like my nipple?"

I just nodded, I was eager for more and I couldn't wait. The next one took as much of her tit into my mouth as I can manage, she gave a huge gasp in response.

"That's good, I hope you are going to do that to my cunt."

I managed to grin without taking my mouth of her. That was exactly what I was going to do, and much more as well.

I was desperate to finger her, and it was taking all my self-control to stop my hand from slipping into her knickers. However she seemed content with me working on her tits so I didn't want to rush things. That honey pot of hers would have to wait.

We had now settled into a nice rhythm. I was sucking one nipple while pinching and rubbing the other, when she wanted me to switch she would push against my head. I lost count of the number of times we changed over.

"I think you have spent enough time on my nipples."

I raised my head and grinned at her. She smiled at me then said, "Yes it's time to go down on me."

I quickly moved my hands to her knickers, but before I could pull them down she sat up and grabbed one of my hands.

"No, I want you to get your cock out first. I want to see it."

I got my trousers of in record time, my underwear quickly followed.

She giggled before saying, "It's a nice cock, not too big."

"What do you mean, it's massive?"

Her giggle turned into a laugh, because she knew I was joking. It's at best only slightly above average at six inches, but it's always rock hard, and so far I have had no complaints about how I use it.

I moved it about with my hand so that she could inspect it further, then in my best posh voice I said, "Would Madam like to taste it?"

That made her smile.

"You sounded like a waiter asking me to sample the wine."

"It's a good vintage, well matured."

"Good, I think I am going to like it. And yes I do want to taste it."

For the next two minutes she did just that, licking the entire shaft, but mostly concentrating on the head. I thought that was all I was going to get, but then she opened her mouth wide. As she slowly lowered her head I closed my eyes.

It felt good, and it was obvious that she had done this before, however she wasn't an expert yet. That would come with time, after all she is only nineteen. I have found that mature women are generally the best at it. Twenty years ago, after a bit too much to drink, I ended up in bed with a woman a lot older than me. As I fingered her she took care of my cock with her mouth. I was taken to the edge four or five times before I eventually poured it down her throat. In the morning it was embarrassing. She wasn't the beauty I had thought she was the night before, and she must have been at least fifty. As I was leaving she gave me her number, but we both knew I wasn't going to call her. I never did, but now I wished I had, nobody since has sucked my cock as good as she did then.

"Was that good?"

She was eager for my approval.

"Yes, the best."

Always tell them what they want to hear.

"I would have done it for longer but I didn't want you to come in my mouth."

"Don't you like that?"

"I do, but I want it in my cunt instead."

"Do you swallow?"

"What do you think?"

I looked at her, then I nodded.

She giggled, "Yes I am a naughty girl, I ALWAYS swallow."

I like talking during sex, it heightens the experience, but you have to make sure it doesn't get in the way. It was now time to get back to work.

I waited with anticipation while she took her knickers off. When they were off she kept her legs closed, as if she was too shy to open them, but I knew she wasn't, she was just teasing me. I wondered if she was going to make me beg, but then she suddenly spread them wide.

It was everything I had hoped for, chunky lips framing an already swollen clit. Her opening was already glistening with juice, it was definitely ready to be fucked. However it would have to wait a bit longer before it got my cock, for now it was getting my fingers and tongue.

As I licked her I also inserted a finger, she felt nice and tight. When I pushed the second one in she moaned.

"That's good, but no more."

So two was her limit. I smiled, big tits and a small cunt, the perfect combination. I was now finger fucking her and licking her cunt like crazy, and she was responding by moaning and wriggling her bottom. My plan had been to take it nice and slow, to show off all the tricks I had learnt over the years, to give her a long slow build up before I eventually fucked her to a climax. That had changed, all I wanted to do now was to empty my balls into her as soon as possible, and hopefully she would climax with me.

I pushed her legs up as I rammed my cock in, then I fucked her as deep and as hard as I could manage. Her moaning was now on a different level, and she was bucking her hips in time with my thrusts. This was frantic, almost brutal.

"Don't stop, I am going to come."

I was almost there as well. It took another minute before she climaxed, I followed shortly after. I was now slumped on top of her breathing heavily, she was still, as if she was in a deep sleep. After another minute I rolled off her, my cock was limp and shrivelled up, but it had done its job. As she lay there I sat up and gazed at her, then I shook my head. How had I managed to bed such a beauty? Then she opened her eyes.

"That was some fuck."

"It was, but the next time will be better."

She giggled before saying, "Are you going to fuck me again now?"

I smiled at her, "I wish I could, but I need a couple of days to recover."

She looked disappointed, but then she burst out laughing.

"I am only teasing. I think I will need a week to recover."

I knew it was an exaggeration but it still made me feel good. I may be forty three but there was still life in the old dog.

As she was leaving I got a peck on the cheek, the sort of kiss that a Niece should give to her Uncle. It made me smile, but she didn't appear to notice. After all that I had just done to her a passionate kiss would have been more appropriate.

The next day I got a call from my Sister.

"Hi Henry."

"Nice to hear from you, what's up?"

It was unusual for Lily to call me, was there a problem?

"Charlotte says she is seeing you tomorrow, can I ask a favour?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I have also injured my leg running. Since you are now the medical expert I thought you could fix it for me as well."

Like I did last time?

I tried to sound casual as I said, "I can try."

"Thanks, can you manage both of us?"

"You and Charlotte at the same time?"

I knew what she meant, I was just teasing her.

"Don't be silly, one after the other."

I would certainly like to try. She was thinking about a massage but I was thinking about something a lot more enjoyable.

"Good, we will be at your place tomorrow at eight."

That night in bed I mulled over our conversation. Did she have a hidden agenda, or was it just that she wanted her injury sorting out? I was excited at the prospect of touching her again, but deep down I knew that after all this time it was unlikely she wanted more than just a massage.

"You are early."

Charlotte giggled, "Sorry Uncle, it will not happen again."

I put on my serious face and said, "It had better not."

My Sister looked at both of us, then she shook her head.

"You two are like a double act, a not very good one."

As my Sister walked past us Charlotte stuck her tongue out at her. It was a childish gesture but it did make me smile.

"Who wants to be first?"

My Niece jumped in quickly with, "I want to go second."

I looked at Lily, "Are you OK with that?"

"Yes, I don't have a preference."

This time it was her Achilles tendon that was hurting. She was now lying on her back fully clothed, and I was massaging her tendon as hard as I could.

"Does that hurt?"

Through gritted teeth she said, "Yes, but just get on with it."

I managed nearly ten minutes before she asked me to stop.

"Don't run for at least three or four days."

"Run? I don't think I will be able to walk ever again."

"Sorry Sis, it needed doing."

"I know, but it's now hurting like crazy."

"No pain no gain."

That got a wry smile from her.

"We are done, now for Charlotte."

"Not so fast."

I was puzzled, "You have another injury?"

"No, but there is something that needs attending to."

It was probably her calves, they have always troubled her. However when she then pulled her knees up and opened her legs wide, I knew it wasn't that.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak.

"You don't want to?"

I tried again, but I still couldn't get the words out.

"You look like a Goldfish, your mouth keeps opening and closing."

I managed to compose myself, "Sorry you took me by surprise."

"Yes or no?"

"Of course it's a yes, but why?"

"It's because you have been massaging Charlotte. It got me thinking about what we did all those years ago."

I was starting to feel uncomfortable, did she suspect something?

I must have looked worried because she said, "I do know about you and Charlotte, but I don't have an issue with it."

I was relieved that she wasn't angry, but Charlotte had betrayed me.

"She said she wasn't going to tell you."

"She didn't, but after she had been with you I could just tell that something had happened."

"But you don't mind?"

"It's just sex. After a while she will get bored with you and move onto somebody else. If it wasn't you it would be another older man, and they might not treat her as well as you do."

That made a lot of sense, but there are not many Mothers who would be so understanding if their Brother was fucking her Daughter. I was lucky to have such a special Sister. Then I had a sudden thought.

"Does Charlotte know that you know?"

"No, and I want to keep it that way. And I do hope you haven't told her about what we did when we were young."

"I haven't said anything, and I am not going to."

"Good, now you need to fuck me. It's been twenty years since the last one, so it had better be worth the wait."

I went for her tits, but she pushed my hands away.

"No, touch my cunt."

When I rubbed it over her knickers she moaned.

"You need to keep the noise down, Charlotte might hear."

She just nodded, but we both knew that was going to be difficult.

"Take them off for me."

I quickly did what she asked. I didn't bother looking at her cunt, the memory of it was still fixed in my brain from all those years ago. Some cunts you never forget, this was one of them.

I knew she was big, so I started with two fingers. Her cunt was already wet so they went in easily. When I pushed a third one in she gasped. As I fucked her with them my other hand went for her clit.

"Fuck that's good."

There was room for more so I squeezed another finger in, it took her breath away.

"Next time warn me before you do anything like that again."

"Sorry, I got carried away. Do you want them out?"

"No, but I hope you are more gentle with my Daughter."

I didn't reply, I just started working her cunt with them. There was no more complaining from her, and from the noises she was making she was obviously enjoying what I was doing to her.

I now faced a dilemma, should I fuck her or finish her off with my fingers? There was no way I would be able to fuck my Niece after climaxing with my Sister. Charlotte would be expecting me to fuck her, and she would find it strange if I didn't.

Then I noticed Lily's breathing change, she was now close to reaching it. If I concentrated on her clit then in a few minutes she would climax. My mind was now made up, my Niece would get the fuck, but I could still give my Sister a big orgasm. When I rubbed her clit hard she moaned loudly.

"You do know that I am going to come?"

"Yes, and I have another two fingers for you."

As quickly as I could manage, I replaced the two fingers that I had on her clit with my thumb, those fingers were then pushed deep into her bottom. I thought she was going to scream but she managed to stifle it.

I now had four fingers of one hand in her cunt, with the thumb on her clit, and two fingers of my other hand up to the knuckles in her bottom. For a second or two I thought I had gone too far, but then she started to buck her hips. I smiled, I now just needed to keep them there, she was doing all the work.

Thirty seconds later she climaxed, and it was a big one. She was now shaking her head from side to side, then she closed her legs, squeezing them tight and trapping all my fingers. When she eventually relaxed I was able to extract them.

"That was good, and you never even got your cock out."

"I had forgotten what a horny bitch you are, I didn't have time. You came too quickly."

That made her giggle.

"Dave says that he only has to touch me and I climax."

"Lucky you, and lucky Dave for being the one that gets to touch you."

That got a smile, then it turned into a frown.

"What about you, you haven't come yet?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, unsure if I should just tell her what I really wanted, then I did.

"That's OK, I will save it for Charlotte."

I could see she was thinking about what I had said, then she smiled.

"OK, but don't do what you did to me with those two fingers, she is too young for that."

That made me smile, my Niece wasn't the sweet innocent child that her Mother thought she was.

"Remember that Singapore holiday I had a few years ago?"

"Yes, didn't you go with a few friends?"

"That's right. When I was there we visited a massage parlour. The women were very good, mine was Chinese. When she was about to come she asked me to stick my fingers into her anus, it got her off straight away. I have been doing it ever since. I find that most women like it."

"I loved it. I think I will teach it to Dave."

"Tell him you learnt it from your brother."

That got a big smile, and then a shake of her head.

Then there was a loud knock on the door.

"Have you finished? It's been nearly forty minutes."

She didn't sound happy.

I shouted back, "Not yet, two more minutes."

Lily quickly put her knickers back on, then she leant over and hugged me.

"Thanks, and remember, not a word to Charlotte."

"OK, but is there a next time?"

She hesitated before saying, "I don't know, but I am doing a lot of running now so I will probably get some more injuries."

Not a yes, but an answer that was full of promise. That would do for now. When my Sister opened the door Charlotte was waiting outside.

"I thought you were never coming out."

"My tendon needed a lot of attention."

It had, but her cunt had needed more.

As soon as I closed the door my Niece go onto the bed, but this time she was on her hands and knees.

"I can't wait any longer, I am so frustrated, I want a quick hard fuck. My knickers are in my handbag, just lift my skirt up and put your cock in."

I didn't waste any time by taking my trousers off, I just unzipped myself. My cock sprang out, it was nearly fully erect. When I lifted her skirt up and looked at her cunt my cock responded by gaining another inch.

As I pushed into her I spread her cheeks with my hands. It felt good to be in her tight cunt again.

"I love your cunt."

"I love your cock, now fuck me with it."

She had wanted it hard, and that was what she was getting now. This was our second fuck and it was another frantic one. Was it always going to be like this? I hoped not, it would be nice to have one with a slow build up. I wanted time to savour her body before climaxing. But that was for next time, the task in hand was for me to continue to fuck her hard with long strokes.

I had now managed to keep going for over five minutes, but I was getting tired. Despite her constant moaning she didn't seem to be any nearer to reaching it. I wished I was bigger, another two or three inches would do the trick. However there was no point in wishing, but I did have my fingers, and they were skilled. As I fucked her I reached between her legs, searching for her clit, it was nice and swollen, easy to find.

"That's the spot. Rub it hard and fuck me harder."

I smiled, my Niece was always good at telling people what she wanted.

"Lower your back, and stick your bottom out more."

Her chest was now almost flat on the bed, and my cock and fingers were frantically trying to finish her off. It looked as if it was working, she was pushing back hard against every stroke, and she was making all sorts of noises, she must be nearly there.

I was now worried, I couldn't hold back much longer. She had expected me to be a skilled lover, she would not be impressed if I came first and then left her hanging.

"Fuck I am coming, and it's a big one."

We both came at the same time, it had worked out OK in the end, but it felt as if it was more by luck than good judgment. This time she was more vocal.

"Fuck, I think I am going to pass out."

I thought she had stopped, but then she added, "I am coming again."

I could hear the surprise in her voice. I was going to get the credit for it, but I hadn't done anything after her first climax that would give her a second one.

Afterwards we lay on the bed together, nothing was said for at least a minute.

"Do you think we were too loud, will my Mother have heard us?"

"No, the walls are quite thick."

They are, however she would definitely have heard us, but I wasn't worried because she already knew beforehand what we would be doing. I was worried though about the old woman who lives in the next apartment. It wouldn't surprise me if I get a complaint from her.

After Charlotte had taken a shower we all sat together drinking coffee.

"Mother, do you think your tendon needs more treatment?"

"No, your Uncle did a good job, and it always responds well to a good massage. What about your calf?"

"I think at least another session."

"Is he good?"

It was an innocent question, and she had said it with a neutral tone, but for a second or two Charlotte was flustered.

"Yes, very good."

I looked at my Sister, who then gave me a slight nod of approval, happy that I was satisfying her Daughter.

It was nearly eleven when they left, five minutes later I was in bed. I was asleep straight away. When I woke my first thoughts of the day were about last night. Had it really happened? Yes, and it was happening again tomorrow at two with my Niece, and possibly with my Sister sometime in the future.

Saturday is always a busy day for me, doing all the chores that I have neglected during the week. It was my day of catching up. As I did my jobs I couldn't help grinning, I even got an erection a couple of times. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, or more precisely for two o'clock.

This time she was just fifteen minutes late. I didn't care, I just hugged and kissed her as soon as I saw her.

"Somebody is happy to see me."

Then she pointed down at my emerging erection, "Sorry, SOMETHING, is happy to see me."

We both laughed at that.

This time her mood was different, she was a lot calmer than before. I now knew that this would be a fuck that we would take our time with.

I kissed her gently, but with a hint of the passion that was to come. She was the first to use a tongue, I liked the way she probed my mouth with it. I then did the same to her. We must have stood there for at least five minutes, just kissing. When we stopped she licked her lips.

"That was nice, I enjoyed it."

"Yes it was," then I held her hand as we walked to the bedroom.

When we got there she started to unbutton her top, she was doing it slowly, taking her time over each button. My eyes were fixed on her huge tits, waiting for them to be free. Her top was now off, how could such a small bra support them?

I didn't let her to take it off before I started fondling her tits, I could feel her nipples responding. It was good, but it would be better with her bra off. However when I tried to unhook it she stopped me.

"Leave it on, I like it like that. It reminds me of my first boyfriend, he would play with my tits while we were in my bedroom. I would keep my top and bra on, it was too risky to take them off in case my Mother came in."

"What about your knickers?"

She giggled, "They were always off. If we heard anybody near the bedroom he would just take his fingers out and I would close my legs."

"How old were you?"

"Eighteen."

"You were a late starter."

"Yes, but I have been catching up ever since."

"What about you?"

My first proper girlfriend was a long time ago, but I could still remember what we did together.

"I was twenty one."

"And you called me a late starter."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I was shy when I was young. She was more experienced than me. I will tell you all about her, but not now."

"I can't wait to hear, now kiss me and play with my tits."

I did, but her bra stayed on. I would have preferred it off so that I could get those big nipples into my mouth, but I wasn't going to complain, I didn't want to spoil it for her.

"Should we get onto the bed?"

"No, but you can rub my cunt, just on the outside though."

She then opened her legs slightly. I kept one hand on her tits as the other reached down and pulled her skirt up. When I pushed my fingers against her bulging cunt she moaned. She was almost fully clothed, only her top was off, but we were both highly aroused. The slowness of what we were doing was adding to the excitement.

We stayed like that for several minutes, then I couldn't wait any longer, I had to get my fingers onto her naked cunt.

"Take your knickers off."

"No."

Then she giggled before adding, "You take them off."

I knelt down, and then I slowly ran my hands up her legs, when I got to her knickers I stopped.

I looked up at her before saying, "Is this your first time, have you ever been fingered before?"

She looked at me as if I had gone mad, then she understood. Her face was now a picture of innocence. In a shy voice she slowly said, "No, nobody has ever touched me there before."

"Do you play with it?"

She bowed her head before saying, "Yes, I am a naughty girl."

She was good, too good. I then pulled her knickers down, quicker than I had intended, I just couldn't wait any longer. When I was back on my feet I kissed her hard as my fingers searched for her opening, she spread her legs wider to help me.

"That's good, fuck me with them."

I did, but slowly, and I kept away from her clit. I wanted this to last as long as possible.

She was enjoying what we were doing, but for me it was starting to get uncomfortable. My cock was stuck in my trousers at an awkward angle. I needed to adjust it, or better still get it out. I reached down with my free hand to unzip myself, but I was struggling.

"Let me do it."

As I continued to finger her she unbuttoned my trousers, and then she pulled the zip down. I was then able to get them off myself. I had no problems with my underwear. She was now stroking my cock, it was nice but I wanted more.

"Can we go on the bed?"

She shook her head, and then she looked towards the chair that was in the corner of the room.

"That's my special chair, I lost my virginity on it."

I nearly laughed. My Sister had given it to me two months ago, it had been in Charlotte's bedroom. It was old and my Sister had replaced it with a new one while my Niece was at College. When she found out that it had gone to me she was not happy. She had wanted it back but my Sister would not budge. Now I understood what the all fuss was about.

My eyes widened as I watched her sit on it. It was a small chair but with big padded arms. She was sitting in the middle of it but with a leg over each arm. It looked to be uncomfortable, but perfect for fucking. I looked at her open cunt and then I smiled, this was going to become my special chair as well.

I pushed the first inch in then I stopped. I wondered if he had taken his time or if he had just rammed it in. He probably couldn't wait, but I had a bit more patience. I slowly pushed it in, only stopping when I had no more to give her. When I looked up at her she smiled, her eyes were half closed. Was she remembering her first time? I hoped that this would be something for her to remember as well.

I was now fucking her hard. The time to be soft and gentle was over, what was needed now was long deep strokes. We both needed a climax and we needed it soon.

Five minutes later we were still going, but I was now fucking her harder than I had ever done before. That little bottom of hers was wriggling about, and she was making a lot of strange noises. There was no way I could last much longer, so I needed to finish her off.

The beauty of this position was that it was easy to get to her clit with my fingers without spoiling the fucking. When I rubbed it she bucked her hips more.

"I hope you are ready because I am about to fucking come."

She was right, a few seconds later I felt her cunt squeeze my cock as she climaxed. It made me come as well. As my ball emptied I slumped on top of her, she then grabbed my head and pulled it to her chest, only releasing me when her climax had ended.

"Was that good?"

She opened her eyes.

"Yes."

"I was thinking of getting rid of the chair, but now I am going to keep it."

She wagged her finger at me, and tried to look serious, but she couldn't help smiling.

"It's not very comfortable for sitting on, but it's great for being fucked on."

I laughed, should I tell my Sister that?

"I am having a coffee, do you want one?"

"Yes, but we haven't finished yet."

I now needed a coffee more then I needed sex, but I didn't want to spoil the evening by saying no.

"OK, but I doubt if I can reach it again."

"Not that, I want you to do my calf. It just needs one last massage."

As I worked on her calf I thought about what she had said, I didn't like the sound of 'last'. I spent the next ten minutes massaging her.

"I think that's enough, time for coffee."

"That sounds good, but I need a shower."

When she joined me in the kitchen I was on my second cup.

"Thanks, you make the best coffee."

Then she looked at me, and I just knew. She was going to say more, but I wasn't going to like what she was going to say.

"I need to tell you something."

I just nodded.

"I have a new boyfriend."

That didn't surprise me, a woman like her always has a boyfriend, men are queuing up for her.

I tried not to sound as hurt as I felt, "I understand, it was never going to last long."

She then gave me a big smile before saying, "It doesn't have to end."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that every now and again I will need a massage from you. Are you OK with that?"

I was, she had said massage but we both knew it meant fuck.

"What about your new guy?"

She giggled, "I am not going to tell him, are you?"

That was a question that didn't need answering.

"But I will not be able to see you very often."

I could live with that.

Twenty minutes later she was gone. As I sipped my third cup of coffee I smiled, I was already looking forward to the next time. I might even give her a key to my apartment, to make her feel special, but she would have to promise not to tell my Sister that she had it!