After a full day on the beach with my cousin and his family, we all started packing up to head back to his place.
As we split up to ferry our beach supplies back to the parking lot, Emma detoured off to the left between some cabanas. Being unfamiliar, I stood looking at both paths, until she crooked her little finger at me. "You need to see what's over here, Uncle Mikey." Then she flashed a snow-white breast at me, and I immediately followed her.
She detoured off the path behind a cabana, and, looking over her shoulder, beckoned me to follow. She spun around me and gave me a smile, "gotta get out of this wet bathing suit!" Then she had me hold up a large beach towel to shield her as she changed out of her bikini. As I held the towel and looked over my shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, I felt something drape over my shoulder. I turned my head to see that it was her bikini top. She pulled the towel down just a little so that we were face to face and said, "I need to brush some of this sand off."
She pulled the towel down some more and begin to brush off her breasts, gazing at me the entire time. I tried to look away, but her firm little C-cups and her hard red nipples standing out from the pure white flesh of her breasts had me mesmerized. There was just a thin line of sunburn separating the pale virginal skin from her honey-hued tan.
I looked up into her eyes and she saw that I was under her spell. "Kiss me," she ordered. Despite the precariousness of the situation, I leaned in for a soft kiss. She slipped one hand behind my head and held me to her as we made out. Then, breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, "now my nipples." I looked around once, realizing that we had little privacy, but she licked my ear wetly and said it again, a little firmer. "Kiss my nipples, Uncle Mike."
I lowered my face to her chest and took a nipple in my lips. Holding it in my mouth I begin to run my tongue around and around the little nub as it hardened for me. "Mmmm, I like that," she hummed. "Now the other one." I obliged with the same treatment and then begin to suck on her, taking a mouthful of her deep inside. She moaned again then leaned down and licked deep in my ear. Pulling the towel back up she ducked down to pull off her bikini bottoms. I couldn't help myself from looking over the towel and watching her dance out of them, revealing her firm little white ass and soft brown fur. She looked up at me and, holding them to my face, giggled, "look how wet they are, and I didn't even pee in them!" I didn't even have to look, I could smell her in them.
"You know, but now that I think about it, I really do have to pee," Emma said in mock seriousness.
"Oh God, no. Please," I groaned. But it was too late. Naked, my niece squatted against the Cabana and spread her tanned thighs. The white flesh which had been beneath her bikini fairly glowed in contrast. Using two fingers of her right hand she spread her lips and revealed the pink flesh between them. Almost instantly her little pee hole began to produce a golden stream which reached a good foot and a half in front of her. This picture would be forever frozen in my mind; my niece, completely naked, thighs spread apart, squatting in the sunshine and peeing in the sand. Smiling at me the entire time.
"You know Uncle Mike, if we come up here by ourselves sometime, this could be a lot of fun." Still peeing, she stood up and walked towards me. Since she still held her lips apart, the stream did not diminish and I watched breathlessly as it approached me in the sand until the warm liquid began to splatter on my feet. I still held the towel as Emma peed on my feet, and she reached through it and squeezed my cock. " You could lay right here in the dunes, and I could squat down and pee all over you. We could roll around in the sand and then maybe I could lick your big fat cock. We could take all the time we wanted, we'd have time to make you cum. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Just then we heard her mom calling for her. That broke the trance, and I thought that it would get it her moving. But still she stood there, naked, as the last of the stream dribbled from her.
