'Needy'
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9:56 A.M.
Issa ate her sandwich like a foster child living at a new home for the first time. The poor girl had two nightmares in a row, I can't really blame her. The way she would occasionally glance at me though, I wonder if it means what I think it does.
After finishing her sandwich, she immediately made a beeline for the bathroom. I took the time to return the plate and glass used back to the kitchen where I see Franchesca, Issa's mom and my older sister, already dressed in her work attire and taking her morning coffee.
"Is Issa alright now? I think I heard a scream last night."
"I think so, though she still seemed a little shook up."
"I wouldn't worry too much, she also had a spider encounter when she was small, and it took only a day for her to forget about it entirely."
I put the crumb-filled plate and glass on the sink while imagining little Issa bawling her eyes out from encountering a large huntsman. I immediately cracked up, then felt guilty shortly after. Sis just looked at me unamused while she sipped her coffee.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Well whatever, I'll leave her to your care for now."
"Suuuure, whatever you say." Franchesca finishes her cup of joe and stands up with her purse around her shoulder. Seems like she still works at the same place even after moving out here at our vacation house, namely being the supervisor of a well-known technology firm.
"C'mon, you and mom are the first extended relatives Issa has met since she was little. Go be a good uncle to her, should be easy since you're both the same age, right?"
The flashback of Issa squealing and squirting in her shorts from me fingerblasting her immediately came to mind right as sis leaves for work. Dear Lord, if only she knew what we had been up to.
I went back upstairs and into our shared bathroom, intent on brushing my teeth. In there, I saw Issa leaning over in front of the sink mirror and brushing hers, without toothpaste oddly enough. Reaching over to the mirror to open it and grab my toothbrush was surprisingly difficult, on account of Issa refusing to move aside at all and nonchalantly continuing to brush while she stares back at me with a look that was rather hard to describe.
"Can you....move, please?"
"Mmmm...." A grumble was all her response as her eyes face forward again.
I quickly went "fuck it" and reached for the mirror anyway while invading her personal space; almost immediately she positions herself in a way that her ass presses hard against my crotch. Given that she's still in her sundress that barely goes below her upper thighs, I was instantly hard.
"Ah--"
She just kept brushing her closed mouth like nothing was happening, while she gently swayed and ground that soft ass of hers around my now throbbing, but clothed cock.
"Alright, what's the big idea here?" Hand on her waist and lips close to her ear, I whispered softly to my niece wondering if she's doing this on purpose.
Issa just looks back at me momentarily without a word, then faces forward again, not once ceasing both her brushing and her hips' movements on my boner. That was all the response I really needed.
I reach forward and took Issa's toothbrush out of her mouth. My minx of a niece didn't put up any resistance, even when I slid her surprisingly soaked panties to the side, and even when I stuck her brush handle-first into her drooling, tight cunt like it was a makeshift dildo. It was one of those portable travel toothbrushes with thick handles, so one can imagine the squeal Issa made when it went almost all the way in up her pussy.
"M-Mmmgghm.....aahha.....♡"
I grabbed one of Issa's arms and held it behind her right as I began thrusting the brush inside, slow and steady but with enough vigor to make her stand on her toes. Judging from the squeals and moans she made, it doesn't seem like she's used to taking something this thick inside her.
"I assume you're now over that spider encounter, no? Or do I have to go harder on you?"
"Kiinnngh, aahhaahn.......! ♡"
Issa drooled over the sink while her messy hair slightly covers her face. I went a little harder, twisting the brush around and making sure it scrapes hard against her g-spot, the one area she seems to be particularly weak with. Her knees began to tremble, and in no time she stopped standing on her toes entirely.
With the strength I'm using to drill her pussy with, not to mention her being slightly bent over the sink with her arm behind her, it certainly looked like I was railing my niece hard doggystyle. My thrusts with the brush sped up, and Issa's moans got louder, which made for some sweet tunes to my ears.
"Auugh ahhh, Ja....Jace no, s-slow.....mmgghm! ♡"
Two of my fingers go inside her open mouth to partially shut her up, though letting go of her arm in the process. Issa diligently starts to suck on them like they were the sweetest candy to exist while I thrusted her brush into her cunt at an even faster pace. Her squeals go up in pitch with every passing second, and with one last shriek accompanied by her knees shuddering like they were about to collapse at any second, two sprays of her pussy's nectar shoot around her brush and onto the bathroom floor.
"N-Ngggghhh, haaaaahh!! ♡♡"
Issa slumps forward onto the sink as soon as her orgasm subsides. I pull her brush out of her happy little pussy and stuck it back--brush first this time--into her open mouth again, where she takes it without so much as an objection, even closing her mouth as soon as it was back inside.
Cue this little minx giving me the fuck-me eyes again.
"J-Jace.....♡"
I swallowed hard, and briskly grabbed her by the wrist before dragging her to the bathtub.
"Here, why don't we take a bath together, hmm?"
"Nhaa, w-wait, Jace--! ♡"
