Guess That Hit/Part 7

Guess That Hit, part 7: The morning after

I closed my eyes. The day took its toll. Sleep took over. On the bed of my sister, with my limp cock still buried inside my nieces young friend, with my hand on her tit, I entered a deep and dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, hours later, we were still in the same position. My cock, semi-erect once more, was still in Rhonda's underage cunt. My hand was still on her gorgeous breast. Nothing had changed, except for two things.
The first was that there was more light now, as the sun had risen and was bathing my sister's bedroom in sparkling light.
And the second was that we were no longer alone.

Standing next to the bed, staring intently at exactly where my dick entered Rhonda, was Savannah. She seemed not to notice that my eyes opened. She just looked, examined this sight that she had probably never seen before.
Should I say something? Get mad? Ask her not to tell?
Damn, had the other girls also seen …

I felt Rhonda's body stir. I looked up, saw her eyelids flutter. I couldn't see all her face but the movement in the cheek betrayed a smile forming.
“Morning Sav,” she just said, as if it's the most natural thing in the world to wake up with one of your friends staring at your pussy that is still stuffed with the dick of your other friend's uncle.
Savannah looked up. I decided to stay silent, close my eyes, pretend to be still sleeping.
“Oh, hi Rhon! Good morning. You were not in Cin's room so I figured you'd be here.”
“Yeah, it was too cramped on the mattress. More space here.”

I couldn't believe how both girls were just casually chatting, as if I wasn't there, as if no dick was obscenely stuck inside Rhonda. But then Savannah pointed down.
“So, is that what fucking looks like?”
Rhonda laughed. The movement rippled through her body, shook her pelvis, stimulating my dick. I felt it twitch, grow further.
“No, this is not fucking. You're a few hours too late for that. For actual fucking, his dick moves in and out all the time.”
“Hmmm. I see.” Savannah looked once more, long, intently, as if she was mentally adding the movement to what she saw.

And then she got up, started towards the door. “Well, I'm going to wake the other girls so you might want to cover up a bit. Unless you want them all to see?”
“No, guess not. In fact,” she switched to a conspiratorial tone, “can you please not tell Cin about this? I think she'd be a bit jealous and I don't want to hurt her.”
Really? Cindy would be jealous?
“No worries, Rhon, I won't tell Cin. Or the twins, I guess, Ally is a blabbermouth, and Hannah shares everything with her.” She then chuckled. “And I sure as hell won't ever share any of this with anyone outside of this group!”
“'kay, thanks. Can you give me ten minutes before y'all barge in?”

She waited for Savannah to close the door, then dislodged herself from me. Slowly. Even with my cock only semi-erect, she still felt incredibly tight around me. I felt my dick growing, readying for a new round. But Rhonda moved back, until with a perverted soppy sound my dick fell out.
Then she turned, leaned her body over mine. I felt her boob stroke my chest. Felt her breath on my face, then a kiss on my mouth.
“Wake up, Dave,” she whispered.

I fluttered my eyes, pretending to wake up. When I saw her gorgeous face above mine, I smiled, pushed my head up to answer the kiss properly. I hugged her, pulled her close. I wanted to feel those soft, cushiony tits press against my nude chest one more time.
I traced the smooth skin on her back with my hand, all the way down until I felt the soft flesh of her ass. She playfully bit my tongue, then broke the kiss.
“Better hold it there, stud,” she joked, “unless you want to explain what we are doing when the other girls wake up and walk in on us.”

Reluctantly I let go of her. She got up, found her string and pulled it up. I found my stained boxers, quickly kicked them under the bed, then borrowed yet another fresh pair.
We then went back to bed, each on a side, backs turned towards each other. Sheet covering our bodies. Nothing special. I could only hope that none of the girls would recognize the smell.

A few minutes later the door opened. Savannah was first to walk in. I noticed that her pajama shirt was completely unbuttoned. It hung wide open, giving me a completely unobstructed view of her ebony skin, her slightly protruding navel, and her small, firm, conical breasts, with the large areolas and big nipples.
She looked at me, saw my eyes open, and smiled. “Good morning Dave!”
I raised my upper body, slung my feet out of the bed until I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Morning Savannah, morning girls,” I said, yawning and stretching.

She was followed by Cindy, and my wish of last night was finally granted. She was still wearing only her panties.
I didn't try to hide how my eyes shot to her chest. She noticed, hesitated. Her arms making a motion as if she wanted to cover up, but then she straightened up, turned to me with a challenging look, as if to say 'here, have a look if you want'. But what she actually said was just “Hi uncle Dave.”
I finally was able to see the small, puffy mounds. I recalled how hard it had been to feel the outline of her areolas with my fingers. It wasn't much easier for my eyes. But I found the slightly darker outline, with the almost hidden nipples on top. I remember how much I had felt them grow during our game. Wondered how two such small buttons could grow to be so big.

Cindy stood silent for a second or two, giving me time to drink in her beauty. But then she was pushed aside by … I didn't need to look at the small tell-tales I had memorized to identity this twin as Ally, the mere fact that she too had doffed most of her night clothes and was now wearing only her panties gave that away. They were yellow, and tight enough to form a nice camel toe.
She looked at me, followed my gaze, looked down, then smiled slyly and pulled up her panties even more, knowing very well how this would accentuate her camel toe even more.
She giggled, then said: “Hi Dave, and good morning”.
She stretched the word 'good' and at the same time lightly traced the outline of her slit with her finger. The vixen knew exactly what she was doing.

Last in was Hannah. She entered shyly, hesitantly, and I understood why.
To my surprise, she too was clad in only her panties. She used one hand to cover her crotch, probably aware that she, too, had a camel toe, but unaware that I had already seen it last night.
The other arm and hand covered most of her boobs, but not all. Her nipples were hidden, but part of the swelling was visible. As expected, their shape was exactly the same as her sister's. I was surprised to see that the sharp line between tanned and pale skin followed the outline of her boob closely. She obviously tanned in a much skimpier bikini than I expected.

I made a conscious effort to look up, to her face. She read my question.
“It was too hot last night, so we all slept in only our panties. But the nighty I borrowed … it's really too small, and it tore when I tried to put it back on just now.”
“Oh dear, I'm sorry.” I looked around, saw my shirt on the ground. “Here, take this, it should be large enough and I'll just borrow one of Bill's after I shower.”
She smiled appreciatively. In an almost automatic motion I scooped up the shirt and tossed it over. And the same automation kicked in for her, made her extend her hand to catch it, treating me to the glorious view of two small, firm, and delicately bouncing tits.

Realization kicked in and Hannah in a reflex clamped both hands in front of her tits, revealing that she did indeed still have a very visible camel toe. Then almost as fast moved one back down, while trying to cover all again with the first one.
I heard girls snickering, turned my head to see that it came from Ally and Cindy. I shot them my angriest look.
“Stop it, girls, this is NOT funny. That's no way to treat a friend. Respect her, and respect her boundaries. Now, apologize!”
Ally snapped her mouth shut, and Cindy opened hers to form an apology, but then Hannah surprised me. “No, Dave. Thanks for stepping up. But they are right. I am being ridiculous. I need to learn to ...” She fell silent.

I turned back to face her. Saw her face work.
And then, all of a sudden. “Screw that, I am done being the prude here!”
And with that, she dropped her hand, exposing her tits, so similar to Ally's and yet a sensation of their own.
But to my surprise, and, judging by the gasps not just mine, she didn't stop there. Her hands went to her hips, and in one swift motion she pulled her panties down. She bent over, kicked them off, then stood straight, hands in her side, pelvis thrust forward, exposing her entire nakedness to me.

I was briefly, very briefly distracted by the pleasant dance that her sudden movements caused her boobs to perform. But I had to look, I just had to look down.
The first thing I noticed was that I had been wrong the other night. Her camel toe had been so visible that I had concluded that her mound had to be hairless. It wasn't.
I might not have noticed if she had not been so very close to me, but it was there. Not much, just a hint. A small, downy patch of soft blond hairs.
And below that a beautiful slit. Hannah's outer lips were slightly parted, her inner lips poking out a bit. And right in the center, a small piece of thread hung down.
I am normally turned off by any sign of menstruation. It's not that I hate it, it's just the blood. I don't like blood. But in this young girl, I noticed that this sign of maturity, of sexual readiness, actually aroused me even more.

I looked up, saw her look at me. Intently. Defiantly. But also insecure.
She had decided to no longer hide herself. But now that she did, she was afraid of what I would say, how I would respond.
I sent her my broadest smile. “Hannah, it is beautiful. They are beautiful. You are beautiful. But even though I adore the beauty of your body, I admire your bravery even more. This must be a huge step for you, but you did it and you did not back down. I am proud of you.”

She sobbed. Then she collapsed, fell on my lap, threw herself in my arms. Suddenly I had a very naked young girl on my lap, in my arms. I felt her tits against my breast, but though it felt nice it was not sexual. Not this time.
I hugged her, patted her, consoled her. She looked up, with a grateful face. But I also saw her tear stained eyes, so I leaned in, kissed her eyelids to wash the salty liquid away.

“But you are not a prude, never were. Don't call yourself that. You just were not yet ready to expose your beauty to a random stranger. And now, at least here in this group, you are. You have fought and won a battle. And that, dear Hannah, makes you truly beautiful. Far more beautiful than your fantastic tits and your super sexy cunny.”
“Do you really think I'm sexy?” she asked.
I said nothing. I just lifted her from my lap, placed her back on my feet, then pointed to the obscene tent that had formed in my boxers.
“Wow,” she sighed.

I looked around at the other girls. Ally was just standing there, mouth agape, staring at her sister as if she had just seen an alien. Rhonda's face was a clear expression of new-found respect. Cindy had been looking at me, and quickly looked away when my eyes met hers. I was unable to read her expression. And Savannah's eyes were in constant motion, surveying the entire scene, analyzing everything that was going on.
“Okay, show's over,” I declared. “Time for you girls to get showered, and for me to cook breakfast. Eggs or pancakes?”
The verdict was unanimous. Pancakes for all girls.

“Oh, uncle Dave?”
“Yes, Cindy?”
“We thought, well, mum and dad's shower is much bigger. Can we just all shower here and save some water and time?”
I looked at the frosted glass wall separating the master bedroom from Mel and Bill's bathroom, recalled the size of the shower I had used yesterday, with Grace.
“Hmmm, I know it's big. Easily big enough for three people. But, five at once? Wouldn't that be a bit too tight?”
“Please?” Savannah pleaded.
“Okay, sure, if that's what you all want. Fine with me.”

The girls cheered and I enjoyed an unexpected hug from Savannah. Since I was still sitting on the bed, her firm and pointy tits landed in my face. One on my cheek, the other one firmly pressed into my mouth. Before I could even finish deciding whether or not to stick out my tongue, she already dislodged and kissed me on the top of my head. “Thanks, Dave!”

Before I even had time to recover from this unexpected pleasure, Ally caught my eye. She was winking at me with an exorbitantly seductive face. Hands were on the hem of her panties, playing with it like a cheap stripper. She saw me look, licked her lips in exaggerated slowmotion, and lowered her voice to what she probably figured to sound seductive.
“Care to join us, Dave?”
I couldn't help myself. I just laughed. Even when I saw Ally's disappointed face, it still took several seconds before I managed to contain myself.
“Oh, I'm sorry Ally. I didn't mean to … Oh God, sorry. It's just … It was so … You were doing all the right things, but you were overdoing them. So much that it became hilarious. Listen, Ally, I am sure that you can be incredibly seductive if you want to. But you have to be subtle. Like a summer breeze playing with my hair. Not like a tornado picking me up squashing me back on the concrete floor.”

She paused, then started giggling as she realized I was right. Soon the other girls joined in, and I was treated to the fine sight of ten underage tits, in various stages of development, all jiggling and bouncing due to the motions of laughing girls. I looked at all this beauty, tried to memorize every single detail. If I'd end up in jail for this, I would at least have this memory to recall every day and every night of my sentence.

Finally, the giggles and laughter stopped.
“You were right, Dave. I overdid it. Sorry. But … the question still stands. You look like you need a shower. Do you want to join us?”
This time, she said it casually, almost too casually, and with only a very subtle wink. And then, without waiting for a reply, she turned around, stripped off her panties, and started walking towards the bathroom. I was treated to the most adorable ass I had seen in a very long time. Two very tight globes, bouncing subtly with each step. I let out an audible sigh.

“Nailed it, Ally,” I complimented, “that is how you seduce a man.”
“So that's a yes?” Excited, beaming, she turned back to me. Forgotten her play of subtle seduction, of baring but not showing all her assets. I was treated to a pussy that was an exact mirror image of Hannah's. The same shape, the same lips, even the same downy patch of blond hair. But no thread. Apparently, despite being twins, despite living together, the cycles of Hannah and Ally were not aligned.

Ally seemed not even aware that she exposed herself, didn't notice my gaze. She was just too excited by the prospect, bouncing through the room as the excited young girl she was.
I had up until now not even taken it seriously. I thought she was teasing, testing her seductive skills, not seriously wanting me to join. Now I realized I'd been wrong.

For a brief second I had a vision. The six of us, naked, squeezed together in a tight space. Helping hands soaping and cleaning my body. Various body parts presented to my hands to return the favor. But then I saw Cindy's face. She looked conflicted. I tried to read her but there were too many emotions running together.
I think I saw excitement over the idea. But also a hint of disappointment, and anger. At Ally for suggesting it? At me for not rejecting it immediately? Or for not accepting it?
I looked Ally intently in the eyes, raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question. She took a second, then, hesitantly, shook her head. No.

“Ally, I appreciate the invitation. But the other girls might not want me there. Plus,” I continued quickly as I saw that some of the girls were getting ready to protest, “plus, those pancakes aren't going to bake themselves. So you girls just get cleaned up, and I'll make sure that there's food by the time you get down.”

Without giving them time to respond, I abruptly got up, walked over to Bill's closet, and started rummaging through his clothes to find something to wear. It was an effort to not turn and look as I heard the sounds of various pieces of clothing hit the floor. Soon I heard the bathroom door open and close, then the flow of water, and the sweet sound of girly giggles.
I selected a black button down shirt, a pair of white socks, and yet another pair of Bill's boxer shorts. I knew his pants wouldn't fit me so I decided to wear boxers only for now. I collected the various precum-stained boxers I had racked up already, added my still moist socks and Grace's equally moist knickers, picked up the bedsheets, and dumped all of it in the washer.
Every time I walked past the frosted glass wall of the bathroom, I just had to stop and look at the silhouettes of five girls having fun in there. I was unable to see any details, but the mere knowledge that there were five naked girls, pressed together, washing themselves, or maybe even each other, was enough to ensure that my dick never deflated.

I switched on the washer, then decided to check in on Grace. I opened her door, and stepped in. After a few seconds my eyes got used to the dim glow of her night light. She was in deep sleep. Lying on her right side, head pressed firmly in her Cinderella pillow, hands pressing a stuffed unicorn against her chest.
I let her sleep. She had so much to process, She needed it.

Once downstairs, I first hung my pants over the drying rack outside. It was warm but windy so I trusted that they would be fresh enough in a few hours.
I then went to the kitchen, found the stuff I needed, and started baking pancakes, scrambling some eggs for myself, and making coffee. After a while, there were at least 20 pancakes already, I realized that the girls were still upstairs. How long had they been in the shower already?
I turned off the stove and walked upstairs. In the master bedroom, I still saw the glorious sight of vague silhouettes through the now fogged up stained glass. Still heard giggles. But I was unsure. Did I also hear panting and moaning? You're just imagining what you're hoping for now.
I shrugged it off. It wasn't my business anyway. I resisted the temptation to open the door, instead I just knocked. Gently at first, then louder, until the giggles stopped.

“Is that you, Dave?” I heard Rhonda asking.
“Yeah, just wondering whether you are ever going to come down. Pancakes are already starting to get cold.”
“Oh, sorry, we forgot the time. Down in a minute!”
“Don't forget to pick up any stray clothes you left in the master bedroom, 'kay?”

I heard the water stop, then forced myself to turn around and walk back downstairs before the door opened. I knew, if I gave in to temptation for just a second, I'd just be sitting there and admiring the girls' bodies. The only thing more gorgeous than a naked girl is a wet naked girl. The shimmer of water on their soft and smooth skins adds so much …
I shivered at the thought alone, then quickly returned to the kitchen.

By the time the girls finally came down, I had already finished my eggs, and was on my second coffee. As they descended the stairs I noticed, somewhat to my disappointment, they were all dressed. Well, mostly dressed.
I looked them over as they sat down to eat. Savannah's denim shirt matched her denim shorts, and if she would button up three more buttons it would actually hide her perky tits from view. Cindy's soccer shirt was a bit tight, hugging her small boobs and exposing some smooth skin between the shirt and her denim shorts. And Ally looked perfectly decent in her pink, short, strapless summer dress … until she sat herself cross-legged on the couch opposite me and gave me a full view of her naked pussy, outer lips opened slightly due to her spread legs. I sighed and tried to think of something else.
Hannah's white navel short was too wide and too short to be hers. Before this morning, I don't think she would have voluntarily worn anything that left so much of her tight belly visible. Not that I minded, of course. On top of her shirt, in black letters, I saw a print: “Cute is overrated”.
Rhonda also wore a text. A dark green shirt, closely hugging her body, with two words, one on each tit. “Not yet”. Because the white fabric of the letters was subtly translucent, I could see the contours of Rhonda's areolas and nipples shine through.

I brought the plates with the pancakes to the table, trying hard to conceal my glances. Cindy's legs, Savannah's tits, Ally's cunny, Hannah's belly, Rhonda's nipples … wherever I looked I saw something exciting and enticing.
Soon the girls were attacking the food. I gulped down the last of my coffee and made towards the stairs. I turned around to tell the girls I was heading for the shower … but actually because I just wanted one more chance to drink in the picture.

I walked into the master bedroom, took off my boxers, shirt, and socks, tossed them on the bed, grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. My mind was still on the girls, my cock hard once again. Perhaps better to shower cold?

I sighed, set the temperature to warm anyway, and stepped in. As soon as the warm water touched me, I started stroking. I closed my eyes, focused on the mental pictures that were spinning around in my head. Fucking Rhonda. Licking Grace. Hannah's vulnerability as she stood naked before me. Cindy's exploring hand on my dick. Savannah's perky tits, and how casual she was about showing them. Ally's crude attempts. And her pussy, slightly opened, as she sat cross-legged …
It didn't take long. Just a few strokes, and I felt my balls contract, felt my sperm make its way through the shaft and shoot out. I kept stroking and grunting until I calmed down. I grabbed my cock by the base, squeezed, and moved my hand up to push out the last drops, used my hand to wipe them off, then gently moved my foreskin up and down a few more times.

When I opened my eyes I saw Savannah in the open door, staring at my now deflating cock, at the last strains of sperm on the shower floor, as they were being washed away by the water. She looked up at me and when she noticed I was looking at her she just nodded.
“So, yeah. We were wondering if we should leave some of the pancakes for Grace?”
I smiled, trying to match how casually she ignored the situation. “No, just eat as much as you want. I'll make her fresh ones when she is up.”
“Okay, cool!”
And then she turned around, closed the door, and was gone.

I washed away the last sperm drops, shut down the shower, toweled off, and put my clothes back on. When I arrived downstairs, the table was clean. Cindy was stowing away the toppings, Hannah was filling the dishwasher, and the other girls were sprawled on the couch and chatting.

The girls looked up as they saw me enter. Ally turned towards me, keeping her legs closed this time and with a serious look on her face.
“Dave, we have thought about what we want to do now.”
“Is the internet down again?” I joked.
“No, it works fine, but there's something else we want.”
“Another game?”
“Well, not really. It is … related to the game we did yesterday. But this is not really a game. It's more like … education?”
Uh-oh.

If this was going where I thought it was going, I'd have to refuse. I know I had already gone far, way too far. But if these girls were now asking me to give practical sex-ed … Why not? If they want it…
That would be further, much, much further beyond the imaginary line that I had already crossed. Too far.
I was glad I had just cum. It would be difficult enough to turn these girls down, even without my cock messing with my judgment.
If I was right.

But who knows. Maybe I was now just imagining all my deep, dark desires? Perhaps I'd better ask first, instead of assuming.
“I don't understand, what exactly do you want?”
Ally took a deep breath.
“So, in sex ed … no, wait, let me finish. In sex ed we had to practice putting a condom on a banana. But Rhonda … Rhonda told …” She blushed.
“I told about my first time. That boy's dick was not like a banana at all. And I fumbled, and it took more and more time, and then we got impatient and did it without. God, I was so frightened after that, so relieved when I finally had my next period. Asked mum for the pill right the next day!”

“Yeah, so that's why we … Why …”
Another deep sigh.
“Dave, will you let us practice putting a condom on a real cock.” Ally looked relieved now that she had asked the question.
And then she added meekly, as if clarification was needed, “your cock.”

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