"Uncle Mikey," I heard the young girl's voice. "What are you doing in there?"
"There" was the outdoor shower at my cousin's house. The house he shared with his sexy brunette wife and his gorgeous daughters. What I was doing I definitely didn't want to be seen doing. While standing in the stall a minute before, I had noticed more than a few bikinis hanging up to dry. I didn't know which ones belonged to which woman, but I took a long look at them, and had to take a little sniff at each, to see if there was a fragrant clue.
Now Emma's sweet voice called out, "can you hang this up for me, Uncle Mike? Be careful with it, I just took it off." Then, in a soft sexy lilt, "It's kinda wet and stinky." Her hand reached over the wall, and her bikini dangled from a finger. That baby blue suit with little yellow sand dollars on it, high waisted and gathered to hug her sweet round ass. The tiny top which had encased her sweet titties as she sweated on the beach. I couldn't believe that her parents had let her wear such a skimpy suit.
All afternoon, behind dark sunglasses, I had watched that ass bounce up and down the beach in that bikini. Now it hung at my reach, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching for it. God, it was still warm, and so wet. Holding the little nylon scrap in my hands gave me an immediate erection. Folding it over I found the little white panel that had been up against Emma's sweet pussy all day. I inhaled deeply, and the sharp musk of her secretions cut to my core.
I heard her giggle, "'D'ya mind washing them out when you're done playing with 'em?" I saw her little feet beneath the shower wall, those cute little yellow-painted toenails. Then she was gone.
My mind's eye replayed our afternoon at the beach. She had played volleyball with a group of girls that afternoon, occasionally adjusting the bikini as it had ridden up between her thighs, pulling it free from her ass crack, once looking over her shoulder at me as she did, smiling at me sitting there with her parents and my wife. Her skin had glistened with sweat and I knew that the bikini had absorbed that and more.
I began to stroke myself as I remembered the scene.
Once she had run out to me as I lounged in an inner-tube style raft in the ocean, jumping and splashing through the waves, breasts jiggling, bikini bottoms sagging just a little below her sweet pussy. She had jumped on me, knocking me off the raft, and stood there, hands on hips, laughing at me, my face inches from her pussy as I floated in the shallow water.
I could clearly see the junction of her thighs, a tiny clump of soaked pubic hair hanging down beside the fabric. "Whatcha lookin' at?" she teased, then pulled them up tight against her camel toe. Her lips were clearly defined through the thin fabric. "Ooh, I bet you'd like to have my bikini panties, wouldn't you?"
Then came the expression that I craved, the concentration, the furrowed brow. She stared into my eyes as she teased, "but you're gonna want them sooo much more now. Ooh, I just have to pee so so bad..." And the golden flow began to seep through the bikini. At first it soaked the cloth, then began to dribble in all directions, running down her tan thighs. Soon the stream picked up force and a steady stream began to flow right through the bottoms.
I turned to the raft to escape, but she jumped on my back as we tumbled into it. I could feel the hot juices trickle down my back into my suit as we rolled over. We got untangled and sat facing each other, our legs and feet intertwined. "Emma, our family is right up there," I warned.
"So, are you telling me, like, I'm not allowed to pee anymore?" she pouted. "You don't like it when I pee on you?" She faked like she was going to cry, then laughed with delight.
I choked a little on that, "um, well.."
"Oh good," she smiled brightly, "'cause I still gotta pee some more. But I guess it would be better if I didn't pee in my bottoms." With that, she pulled the scrap aside and her pussy was exposed to the sunlight, and her uncle's gaze. That glorious little portal to heaven, framed by smooth pink labia and surrounded by her soaked brown bush.
Before I could say a word, she resumed her golden flow, now spraying my feet and puddling in the raft. My balls felt the warmth of it, and she nudged my hard cock with her foot. "Somebody's got a hard-on!" she said in a sing-song tone. "Would somebody like a little foot-job from his favorite niece?" I looked at her cute feet, the toenails all painted up in yellow. She followed my gaze, "You wanna cum on my toesies, Uncle Mike?"
Emma made a funny face for a moment, I didn't know what she was trying to do, but then she drooled a huge glob of saliva into her hand. She played with it, coating both palms, then another mouthful was added and then she reached down and smeared the mess all over her little feet.
I groaned, she was constant danger to me, but there was no denying her charming domination. She slid one foot up the loose leg of my suit, her slimy foot slipping along my thigh, and found my cock with her toes. She frowned in concentration as she maneuvered a little, then got her other foot up the same way in the opposite leg. Feeling me lurch with the contact, she smiled in triumph, and began to caress me, her gooey toes unbelievably nimble. As she slipped the head between her big toe and second, the other foot went to work on stroking below my balls. She pressed hard on the base of my cock, and it oozed some more lubrication for her toes to work with.
Her potty break had stopped, but her soaked pussy was still on display, and I began to stroke her furrow with my own toe. It was funny, really. The walls of the raft were high enough to hide our incestuous game, from the beach it looked like we were just floating and chatting, but my smoking hot little niece was torturing me in every way, "are you gonna cum soon Uncle Mike? My toesies are getting tired."
I slipped my big toe just inside her cleft, and Emma's eyes opened wide. "I never had a footie myself!" she gasped when I bumped it over her tiny clit. "Oh my god! Do that again!" I began to run all of my toes up and down now, strumming her clit, her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed. Her nipples hardened instantly. "Oh fuck, Uncle Mike. That is so awesome, keep doing that." Now her hips were jerking up and down as she concentrated the pressure on her sweet spot, and suddenly she tensed up and stared hard at me, "Oh sweet jesus I'm cumming Uncle Mikey!" Her pussy began to release another fluid now, slick and creamy. It coated my foot as she found her happy spot. Watching my niece orgasm in broad daylight, in view of her parents and sisters, was enough to release me as well, and I began to coat the inside of my suit and my niece's toes as I shot ropes of cum.
I hadn't thought to check what the family might be seeing, I hoped we were shielded, but after our climaxes had subsided, I took a peek. Nobody was even looking our way, as my niece played her toes around and around in my cum-filled shorts. I started laughing, with relief mostly, but before long she joined me.
As we finally climbed out of the raft, she snuck a hand down my shorts and squeezed up my shaft, and was rewarded with a dollop of cum. She casually licked it off of her hand, then showed me the puddle on her tongue. Swallowing it down, she sighed, "Mmm, sweet and salty. Just the way I like my man's cum. Are you my man, Uncle Mike?"
"All yours, baby."
Back in the present, I held the bikini to my nose as I sampled the small yellow stain in the very center of the panel, and was rewarded with what I can only describe as the heavenly odor of a young lady's vagina, sweet and salty, fresh yet a little funky. Emma had left me alone, the cool of the evening felt nice as I stood naked, my cock erect, in the ¾ wall shower.
I took another swimsuit off a peg, this one yellow with jumping dolphins across the back. It had either been washed clean or had been there long enough for the aroma to have faded, but the silky fabric felt good as I draped it across the engorged head of my cock. I began to lightly slide it up and down, just tickling the shaft, and my cock leapt in appreciation.
I had not been enjoying myself four more than a couple minutes when my second niece, Elizabeth, had interrupted me. "Uncle Mikey, if you're not too busy could you hand me my yellow bikini please?" I looked up at the suits on the wall but there was no yellow bikini remaining; that in my hand, absorbing the clear fluid which leaked from my cock was not Emma's, but the young redhead's. As I tried to wipe my pre-cum from the bikini bottoms, I noticed a few small red curly hairs. Hairs from my 18-year-old niece. Pubes from the thick red bush between her thighs. That did nothing to curb my erection.
For, although I was obsessed with her older sister, Elizabeth had not escaped my notice that afternoon. Red-headed and freckled, she had developed a voluptuous shape which she had inherited from her mother. Both had large round soft breasts with little nipples which seemingly never softened. Both also had thick pubic bushes, obvious in their little suits. But "Lizzy" had that soft round smooth teen ass.
I had really taken notice of her that afternoon when she had bent over in front of me to grab a soda from the cooler. In fact, after she had sat down, I asked her to grab me a beer, not so much because I was thirsty but more to see her round, smooth ass in action. She gave me an exasperated look and struggled out of her low beach chair to return to the cooler and bend over it, to my sincere appreciation. It became a running joke, where every time she sat down that afternoon, I asked her for another beer. She would giggle, roll her eyes, and struggle back out of the chair, her breasts threatening to escape the halter top. Her bottoms would shift, revealing a portion of white untanned flesh to me.
The game progressed. She began to walk with a pronounced wiggle across the sand in front of me. Every time she bent over, her bikini bottom rode down just enough to show a strip of virginal white flesh and maybe a few inches of her ass crack. Like her sister, she had also given me a teasing smile over her shoulder as she gave me her little show. I loved the smile, but my attention was really focused on the little red hairs peeking out from under her bikini bottoms.
Her mother seemed to have picked up on my little game after about the third time and chided her for showing her uncle her plumber's butt, but my cock, beneath a conveniently folded beach towel, appreciated it.
The last time we played the game nobody else was around, and Elizabeth really put on a show. Her suit rode down so far that I could see some soft red hairs climbing up the valley of her ass as it swayed back and forth. My mind's eye had no trouble removing the suit and I imagined the thick red bush hiding her little pussy, and the soft red fuzz covering her beautiful pale ass. I imagined what it might be like to peel her sweaty bikini bottoms off, bend her over, and lick that sweet ass like an ice cream cone. Delve deep between her cheeks and find her tiny starfish with my tongue.
"Don't look at my butt Uncle Mike," she whined, "It's too fat."
Although I had been appreciating her womanly charms, I still really treated her more as of a kid. So my response, which could have been something along the lines of, "I think it would fit perfectly in my lap," came out as, "you are in great shape honey, but you need to be careful showing that thing off to boys."
That brought me an even bigger smile and an appreciative wag of that sweet ass. Then, after looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she actually pulled her bikini down a few more inches. "You mean showing this? My big white bottom? Would boys like to look at my butt if it was naked, do you think?" Her voice got a sexy growl to it, "Do you like looking at it Uncle Mikey? I bet you'd like to see my whole bottom naked sometime, wouldn'tcha?"
She looked pointedly at my lap now, and quickly grabbed the towel laying across it, snatching it away. My suit was bulging with my hard-on.
Lizzie gasped, her eyes wide. "Wow, Uncle Mike! I guess you really would like to see my naked butt!"
