Deep asleep, I hovered between dream and fantasy. My nieces played through both, their luscious young bodies, soft breasts, wet pussies, swollen lips. I dreamt of undressing them, sliding their panties down their firm tan legs. Kissing my way down their taut stomachs, nuzzling through the thatches of hair between their legs, and burying my face deep in their labia. Smelling that fresh young pussy, tasting the tangy flavor of their forbidden passages.
As I came awake, I realized that it wasn't all a dream, I could smell the heavenly scent of my favorite 18-year-old redhead, because she stood beside the bed; her pale freckled thighs, her silk-enclosed pussy inches from my face. Elizabeth was wearing a little lacy teddy, the hem barely covered her pink panties, which I could see through the diaphanous white fabric.
The teen squatted down, her face now inches from mine. I could smell her breath, her cherry lip gloss. "Uncle Mikey, I'm cold!" she mewled, just the hint of a smile on her lush lips. Her little nipples dented the top of the nightie, goosebumps stood out on her crossed arms, both attesting to her claim.
I took a quick glance at my sleeping wife, out cold with her friend Ambien's help, and whispered, "Jesus, Lizzy. Aunt Steph is right next to me! You're going to get me in trouble!"
"I can't help it, I'm really cold," she whined, now putting on a sexy pout. "Won't you warm me up?"
Elizabeth turned and sat on my bed, her delicious ass right up against my face, and pushed hard against it, moving me back as she scooted towards me. The scent intensified, my cock throbbed.
The teen peered down at me, her perfect smile framed by her tangled red mane.
"You want to kiss it, don't you? You want to kiss my butt. You want to lick it for me." She lifted her teddy and pulled her panties aside, baring that sweet cheek and wiggled it against my face. I could smell her ass, her little puckered hole just an inch from my face. "Go ahead, Mikey. Go ahead and lick my butthole."
For a second I thought Stephanie had woken, her breathing changed and I felt her move. I sat up and checked, thank god she was still out.
I struggled with my desire, then found enough strength to beg her; "Lizzy, please honey, just go put on some warm PJs, you'll be fine."
She frowned and spun around, stomped out of the bedroom. Her little nighty lifted with the spin, showing me her sweet alabaster ass, only a thin scrap of panties splitting her cheeks.
I gave my throbbing cock a quick rub, thought about slipping into my sleeping wife for relief, but rolled over and closed my eyes, hoping to reenter the dream.
I dozed, then slipped into sleep. My dream returned, and I leaned in to kiss Elizabeth, smelling her sweet breath. Feeling a disturbance, I woke and opened my eyes to see her pretty face above me. Her lips grazed mine.
I groaned, these girls were just so much trouble, I couldn't believe that their dad hadn't shot me yet.
"Lizzy?"
"I put on my coziest PJs," she whispered, "but I'm still really cold. Can I just snuggle with you for a little while? I promise I'll be quiet!" She rested her hand on my stomach, just above my half-hard cock, and began to run her fingertips ever so lightly across my torso.
Sure enough, she was wearing soft flannel pajamas, I could only see the top, but her fat breasts hung heavily over me, obviously braless. As her hand drifted south, brushing over my penis, it swelled in appreciation. I rolled back towards Stephanie, on my left side, and didn't answer. She took that as a yes, and lay beside me, slowly molding herself to my back.
Her soft breasts smushed against my back, and her thighs came up tight against the back of mine. Elizabeth sighed contentedly, and reached over to hug herself against me. Her breath on the back of my neck made me shiver, but not with cold.
"Mmmm, that feels so nice," she murmured into my neck, and gave me soft kisses. I groaned in reply.
It wasn't long before she moved again, sliding her right leg over mine, her toes tickling the top of my foot. Her hand slid down, "accidentally" coming to rest on my erection.
"Hmm, I guess I gave somebody a big old boner," she giggled. Giving it a squeeze, she kissed me again. "You know, my back is still really cold," she mused, and rolled over, pressing that magical ass against mine. "Won't you please roll over and warm me up?"
I couldn't help myself, and did as she asked. In seconds, my right arm was under her neck, my left holding her to me by her tummy. My cock was nestled between her cheeks, she wiggled her ass to get it positioned just right. "Mmmm," she hummed again. "You're the nicest uncle ever."
I was hopelessly in love with this sweet creature now, and couldn't decide what to do about it.
"Uncle Mike?"
"Um hmm?"
"I think I'd warm up faster if we were skin to skin. That's what the girl scouts taught us to do if we were hypothermic." She giggled, "I prob'ly shouldn't tell you this, but Emma and me practiced it one time when we were on a campout."
The image of my impossibly beautiful nieces naked, snuggling together in a sleeping bag took my breath. She turned her face to me, and moved away. Sitting up, she pulled her pajama top over her head, sending her red locks into disarray. Sure enough, she was braless, and those amazing soft breasts were on display in the dim light, the hard pebbles of her nipples stood proud.
Before I could protest, she pulled me up, and had my shirt off. Then she pushed me onto my back, and smiled a sly grin. "Take your pants off now, Favorite uncle." When I hesitated, she began to pull them off for me. I resisted for a second, looking at Steph, but she leaned over me, her nipples grazing my chest.
"Aunt Stephanie, Uncle Mike is being mean to me," she said, too loudly for my comfort.
"Ok, ok!" I surrendered, lifting my ass and allowing her to pull my shorts off. My cock made a sizable tent in the blanket, and she reached under to squeeze it again. When I moved her hand away, she smiled. "Now you."
"Me what?"
"Well, I took off your pants, so you should take off my pants."