Watersports with My Niece

On a visit to my niece's family later that summer, my cousin's in-laws were also visiting, so we had booked a hotel room down the street. My wife had taken off with Susie for the afternoon, and I'd just finished a workout and was cooling down in the room before showering.

My phone buzzed, and as I picked up the call I heard her voice. "Uncle Mikey?" my sweet niece murmured. "Are you alone?"

My heartrate increased immediately. "Uh, yes I am. Just finished a workout, I think we're headed over your way in a couple hours.

"I'm alone too," the tone was musical, teasing. "I'm alone, but I don't want to be." A pause, then, "I want to be with my favorite uncle."

"And what would you do if you were with him?" I asked breathlessly. For god's sake, I'd never had phone sex, and now a teenager was drawing me there.

"It depends on if we were alone or with other people. If we were with other people, I'd stand where only he could see me, then I'd pull my pants down. I'd turn around and show him my snow white bottom, pull my white panties up my butt crack. Then I'd turn back and maybe pull my panties to the side and give him a quick look at my coochie. I bet his dick would get really hard. Then I'd prob'ly get so excited that I'd maybe pee a little, dribble right into my panties. But I know that my favorite uncle really loves my pee, so I'd keep them on so when he put his hand up my skirt later the pee would keep my panties wet and warm.

I groaned with desire, as I opened my belt and pulled down my fly. My cock was under her spell, and was throbbing.

"And if you were alone?"

"I am alone."

My laptop alerted just then, startling me. I looked down to see my Skype ringing. I was about to terminate it when Emma whispered huskily, "Open it."

I touched the icon, and the screen opened to a close-up of a young woman sitting in a large upholstered chair. I could see her from the bottom of her breasts to her feet, which were placed on the edges of the seat. Her toenails were painted light pink. She wore nothing but a pair of black panties which barely contained her mound, and disappeared into the cleft below her vagina.

I leaned closer to the laptop, and her hands came into view, beautifully manicured fingers, nails also in pink, and began to slowly stroke the panel over her crotch. Slowly, up and back, pressing a little harder with each pass, until the cloth was being pressed between her lips, and began to reveal the edges of her lips.

Now she pulled the panel aside with the fingers of one hand, and started the stroking on her bare, glistening lips with the other. Her long middle finger would reach down, stroke up, then circle her clit and head back down. It began to press in between the lips, and then into the slit. Moisture appeared as her finger spread it over her entire pussy.

I was locked onto my screen, absently stroking myself as my cock wept pre cum and jerked in appreciation.

Now she lifted her hips and slid the panties down over the curve of her ass, and lifted up to ease them down and off of her legs. They dangled from around one ankle. One hand returned to the glistening pussy, stroking it slowly, the other left the frame.

I still had my phone to my ear, and I heard her breathing now. Somehow talking to her this way, while watching her on the screen seemed hotter. She had put her phone back to her lips, "Oh, uncle Mike. My pussy is so wet. Can you see?" Her finger moved towards the camera, shining with her drool, the fluid sagging off. "It smells so sweet, I wish you could smell it with me. If I soak my panties with it, do you want me to give them to you at dinner? I could hand them to Mom, and say, 'pass these down to Uncle Mike please.'"

"Of course, baby, but I'm afraid everybody would be able to smell you, if you weren't wearing them. Why don't you wait until we get some alone time?"

She giggled. "But I'm not sposed to be alone with boys, and Mommy would get mad if I, like, let one take my panties off or something."

"well, I'm not a boy, honey."

That brought a delighted laugh, "yeah, but when I make your penis hard, you're just the same, aren't you? I bet I can make you do anything I want."

"Oh, can you?"

Her voice got an edge to it then. Softly she ordered me, "show me your erection, Uncle Mike. I want to see what I do to you." I maneuvered the laptop to give her the view, my cock bobbed on the screen for her.

" I like that," she growled. "I love how hard I can make you. Now take your clothes off."

"I think your Aunt Stephanie is going to be back soon."

"Are you telling me that you don't have time for your sweet little niece? Don't you want to get rid of that big erection? Or do you want my family to see you walking around with that big hard dick? My mom and my sisters? Maybe you could tell them that who gave it to you. Now take your clothes off."

I glanced at my watch. "Now." This time it was an order.

Seconds later I was completely naked. "That's better, "she cooed. "I bet you wish I was there to help you." She held her fingers up to the camera. They glistened with her lubrication, and she rubbed her fingertips together. " Wouldn't this feel good on your cock, Uncle Mikey?"

She moved the camera then and now I could see all of her. She was perfect. Her beautiful face, firm young body. She was such a gorgeous young lady; bee stung lips, cheeks bright with a touch of sunburn, dirty blonde hair unkempt all around her bare shoulders. And that sweet little juicy peach of a pussy.

Emma put the phone on her shoulder and cocked her ear to it. With two hands free now, she began to circle her nipples with her wet fingertips as the other hand made its way down between her thighs. She teased herself and me, brushing her fingers through her soft brown hair, then slipping one between the lips. She began to stroke herself slowly, first with one finger and then adding a second. Her thighs quivered and she opened herself up even more. Then she reached down and took her panties off of her foot.

Holding them up to the camera, she revealed a little damp spot in the cotton panel. "Look, Uncle Mike, my panties are dirty. Just like you like them, I bet." Wrapping them around her long middle finger, she whispered, "I'm gonna make them really dirty."

Holding her pussy open, tendrils of lubrication spanning her little gap and dribbling out of it, she slowly inserted the finger inside. I held my breath, watching my teenage niece slowly fingerfuck herself, the panties getting wetter with each stroke. Her breathing quickened and her hips began to jerk up and down.

Then Emma suddenly dropped her feet to the floor and disappeared out of the frame. She picked up the camera and I could see her moving across the room to a sliding glass door. She opened it and stepped outside, I could see a balcony rail and a concrete floor as she set the camera up facing a white rattan chair with a red cushion on it. The setup looked familiar, I just didn't thing much about it sitting there stroking my hard-on in anticipation.

I took a second to check my wife's location on phone finder, good, she was still miles away.

Now Emma reappeared, she was holding a towel in front of her lithe naked body, and sat on the chair, smiling at me with that lovely young mouth that I longed to taste. "Sorry, I had to come outside. Wanna guess why?" I was clueless.

She leaned towards the camera and whispered conspiratorially into her phone, "I really need to pee, Uncle Mike. You prob'ly shouldn't watch. Slowly she moved the towel to the side, sitting there with her feet on the cushion in front of her bottom, knees together, hiding her little titties, her feet hiding her treasure from view.

Slowly she moved her smooth tan legs apart, revealing her perfect little pussy, with the sunlight illuminating every soft hair and her little pink lips just peeking out at me. Teasingly she opened her thighs a little more, gaping her entrance, which now shone with moisture, then closed them tightly again. "I shouldn't let boys see my vajayjay," she whined, "Mommy would get mad at me."

"Oh, it's ok, honey. I'm family. I'm sure she wouldn't mind." My voice trembled in anticipation.

She hooked her fingertip in her lower lip, pulling it down as though in thought, "well, ok, I guess. If Mommy says you can see it."

Her thighs opened even wider now, and she moved her feet to the sides of the chair. Now I could see right inside my little niece, and I had to stop touching myself or I was going to lose control. Her pussy was a work of art, the tan thighs giving way to the secretive white flesh of her private parts. The light brown hair dusting around her honeypot, pink lips so smooth and symmetrical leading inside to her vagina, which glowed bright red in the direct sunlight.

She pulled her thighs back further, and now her tiny anus appeared below, the soft hairs leading down her cleft to part around the pink starfish. I actually shuddered then, and she giggled. "See something you like, Uncle Mike? Something you'd like to taste, maybe? Or maybe you want to put something in me down there."

Then she scrunched up her face and said, "well I gotta hang up now, Uncle Mike, 'cause I gotta go pee."

I panicked a little as Emma hung up but realized that I could still see and hear everything on the video. She looked around, as if sitting naked was ok, but she was afraid somebody might see her pee on the chair. I held my breath, then a tiny rivulet of pee leaked from her opening, and slid down between her lips, meandering over to her thigh and darkening the cushion beneath her ass.

Then she relaxed back in the chair and closed her eyes, and the trickle turned into a spurting flow of golden liquid, glistening in the direct sunlight. Too soon, she cut it off and opened her eyes.

Emma smiled at the camera, at me, then said, "I want you outside too. I know you can't pee, 'cause I made your dick real hard, but go sit outside so somebody might see you watching me." As much as I knew that it was a bad idea, she had me hypnotized. Watching her more than where I was going, I maneuvered around the bed, and opened the sliding door. As I sat in the white wicker chair, wait...what?

I heard that giggle again, but it wasn't on my laptop. I looked up to see a pair of big blue eyes peering around the half wall which divided my balcony from the room next door. My mind was overwhelmed for a minute, I thought that a young girl had just caught me masturbating in public, but Emma laughed delightedly, then stepped into full view by the metal guardrail which formed the other half of the divider.

"Got ya!"

She stood there, completely naked, in public, her lithe tan body setting off the pure white flesh of her forbidden areas, her light brown bush still dripping pee, her little nipples standing out erect and red from her little breasts. She was smiling; no laughing at me.

"Wha..? How?" I had plenty of questions, but I stood, walked over and grabbed my little niece under the armpits and lifted her over the wall. I went to set her down, but she wrapped her naked smooth thighs around my waist, lowered that flawless face to mine and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her slight frame, her breasts now against my chest, and we kissed like long lost lovers.

She wiggled her ass, and I slid my hands down to palm those perfect globes, then felt a tickle on the tip of my cock. Her fuzz, her little pussy was millimeters away from me. She broke the kiss and looked down at me, her blond tresses falling around my face as we stared into each others' eyes. "Don't drop me, Uncle Mike. I might land right on it," and she brushed back and forth over my tip. "It might go inside me."

I watched her reaction as I lowered her just enough to meet her cleft. Now I could feel the liquid from within her cooling in her thatch of fuzz. It was all I could do to not drop her weight and impale her little pussy.

She smiled and slowly rode her lower body back and forth across me. I could feel the tip of my cock began to slide in her lubrication. Back and forth, the soft pubic mat, the slick rubbery lips, the smoothness of her perineum. Back and forth. So wrong, so illegal, so dangerous. She didn't seem to care at all. I could feel my orgasm rumbling deep within me, and moved us to the corner of the balcony, up against the wall.

"Don't cum yet, Uncle Mikey," she whined softly. "Don't cum on my sweet little pussy." She licked around my mouth, then put her lips to my ear. "Don't make my pussy all messy, I have to go home in my bikini, and it'll make it all gooey."

I couldn't even breathe. I fought the unstoppable urge, "Oh Emma, oh baby, I just.." She moved to my other ear, and licked it wetly.

I felt her tighten in my arms, and then a little trickle of hot liquid began to run down my cock. She giggled into my ear, "Oops, there I go again!" and released a gush that soaked my cock and cascaded down my legs and over my feet onto the patio below.

"Ok, if you really have to, you can cum now," she whispered. "Shoot all that creamy cum on my pussy, you're so bad."

I had already lost control, the cum was rocketing up my shaft even as she spoke. I lost my grip on her ass, and my hands moved up her back. Deftly, she used her body to maneuver my cock between us, then rode up and down, scrubbing the shaft with her soaked fur, now spraying my balls with her pee as I blasted against her smooth tummy. The whole time she licked and sucked and whispered in my ear, her little-girl voice lighting a fire in me. "OOooh, Uncle Mike. You're so bad making my pussy all cummy like that."

Suddenly I heard a loud click, the door! Oh my god, my wife was back! Still shooting cum, I spun us back towards the divider, and just about threw Emma over the rail. She just smiled and sat back down in her pee-soaked chair, wiggling her ass in the puddle left in the cushion. Looking down she feigned surprise at the globs of cum melting on her skin and sliding down to her pussy, which was already adorned with the white mess. She seemed completely nonplussed with the precarious situation of being discovered by my wife.

Looking back at the door, I saw that Stephanie had run right into the bathroom, thank god! and my options raced through my mind. I was about to jump the rail and drag Emma into her room, but my clothes on the floor, the laptop, the open door...

I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped the pee off of my legs and feet, and the cum off of my stomach, then pulled on my jeans. I shut the laptop, and began a ghost conversation on my phone as I walked back out to the balcony, smearing any liquids I found on the floor, destroying the evidence. As I reentered the room, a glance back made my heart leap. Emma was at the railing, hanging her naked body over the top, (her breasts were so amazing!) and had a leg up on it, as though she was going to climb back over. Seeing me, she laughed delightedly and mimed a "gotcha!" then disappeared.

Relieved that I wasn't caught red-handed, hadn't had a heart attack, (yet), and Emma was out of sight, I flopped on the bed and threw my arm over my eyes. My pulse still hammered but began to recover.

Stephanie came out of the bathroom, oblivious, and sighed loudly. "Oh my god I had to pee so bad!" Ordinarily, no reaction, but suddenly the thought of my shapely 35 year old wife pulling her dress up and her panties down and peeing gave my libido a little nudge. I mentally transplanted her into that patio chair and... fuck, what was I thinking? Stephanie? Watersports? Not likely.

But she stood there smiling at me and boasted, "I had the biggest margarita! It had to be a half gallon!" Then something gave her a nudge. She saw me lying on the bed, half dressed, then danced over and flopped down on her stomach, looking at me with a goofy grin. "Look at my husband, laying here in bed, almost naked. Hmm, how did you know that I'd be drinking tequila?" She slithered up to me, inches away and kissed me softly. "Hotel room? Marg buzz? Sound like an opportunity?"

She climbed on me now, sitting astride my stomach and pulled her dress out from beneath her, briefly showing her panties before she dropped the dress. Slowly she did a mini strip tease, sliding her dress straps down, then up, then off, then lowering the top to reveal her beautiful D-cups hanging heavy in her panties-matching black sheer bra. Her nipples were fat and hard, Stephanie and tequila had always had a great relationship.

She leaned over me now, dangling first one breast, then the other in my face, then sat back up and released them. Now her nipples played across my lips, I licked them as they passed, then latched onto one and sucked it deep into my mouth. Stephanie's nipples had always been her triggers, more than once she'd orgasmed just from attention to them.

I palmed my wife's ass and urged her up my chest, and she lifted her knees over my shoulders to present her panty-clad pussy to my mouth. I kissed her lips through the silky garment, then began to lick the smooth shaved flesh of her inner thighs, teasing under the edges of her panties. She held her dress out of the way so she could watch my progress towards her pussy.

The scent of her aroused sex hit me then, and I slid her panties aside and beheld her beautiful vagina. I had always loved having my face in my wife, she tasted so amazing, smelled even better, and I'd leave her juices on my face after our love-making to enjoy, sometimes needing to masturbate within hours it was so arousing.

I dove in, licking and sucking her as she writhed above. After a minute she lifted one knee over me and slid the panties down her thighs and flopped over to remove them. As she remounted me, I caught movement out the sliding door, and there was my niece, now in a pale blue bikini, peeking around the corner at us, her hand over her mouth. I laughed, and Stephanie turned. Before she could see anything, I flipped us over and worked my body between her legs.

I started licking circles around her nipples, then sucking them hard and nibbling as she cried out. This went on for minutes, then I lifted her dress off and dropped my jeans. I lay naked on her warm body, kissing her and tasting the liquor, then began my journey down. Arriving at the fragrant cleft, I lifted Stephanie's legs over my shoulders and settled in eating her out, as I knew she loved. But maybe I loved it more.

I rolled her hips up to get access to all of her, and licked and teased every part of her, stopping to lash her clit until it was too sensitive. As she gasped, I looked up to see her eyes closed tightly, she was floating in pleasure. But beyond her face, Emma stood at our door, seemingly in rapture, watching her aunt in sweet agony. Catching my eye, she mouthed "wow" and pointed to her bikini bottoms. Reaching down, she pulled them aside, showing me her sweet pussy, she wanted to be next. I made an exaggerated nod as I pleasured my wife, and my niece smiled.

A sudden inspiration hit me, I grabbed a pillow and pulled off the cover. I put the pillow under Stephanie's ass, and tore a hole in the cover as I moved up the bed. Grabbing my wife's hands I put them through the hole and wrapped the pillowcase around her wrists, then pulled her arms tight over her head and shoved the cotton tightly between the headboard and mattress.

Stephanie smiled and feigned helplessness, "oh no! What are you doing to me?" We had played with a little light bondage several times, and she seemed to enjoy it. I grabbed the other pillowcase off and tore a long strip. Smiling down at her, I lifted her head and as she held it up I looped the cloth around her eyes twice and tied it off. I shoved her back down and lightly smacked her cheek. "Not a sound," I warned.

Her smile widened, and she lay there "bound" and blindfolded and waited expectantly for her torture. I stood by the bed and watched as she twisted back and forth, her breasts so magnificent, her nipples burning with desire. Her knees fell open, exposing her inflamed labia, now oozing in anticipation. I stroked my cock, covering it with the leftover cum oozing out with new precum, and leaned down to torture her nipple. She groaned, and I slapped her again, which just made her groan and laugh at the same time.