Magic Hose/Chapter One

Magic Hose

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Chapter One

Over the next several weeks, she aroused me so much I masturbated frequently so I could keep the little man under control. Now, I started the day with a good toss. Up until that time I figured it was safe to do it early in the morning because she usually slept till nine and it was almost impossible to wake her earlier. However, that morning was different and she caught me with the goods, uhhh, or rather cock, in hand.

“Uncle Benny, Uncle Benny, Jason’s coming over now!” My niece squealed as she ran into the room while her arms waved wildly in the air.

Jason was my sister Shirley’s boy who had just turned thirteen. Not so secretly, Kathy had a crush on him and you couldn’t cut her away with a knife when he was around. When she noticed what I was doing, her eyes widened and she jumped on the bed with me. I was so startled at first, I didn’t immediately cover myself and tried to come up with a plausible explanation to answer the inevitable storm of questions that would follow. My solution was to cover myself and slough the questions off.

“You’re in charge of letting him in. After you do, ask him to come and see me. Meanwhile, you have no business in here.” I told her in the most stentorian voice I could muster.

“Why were you pulling on your hose,” she managed to squeak out.

“Out! This instant,” I demanded as I pointed to the door.

Dejected, she crawled off the bed and shuffled her way out of the room, only to look back a few more times. “Oh, well,” I thought, “There went my throbber and my wank,” so I pulled on a pair of boxers and headed to the loo so I could lower my water before the beast returned.

Guess who never missed a chance to spy on me. The little tart didn’t barge in this time, but quietly observed from the doorway. So, I made a show of shaking off the last drops and figured now would be good time to do a beaker of coffee… after I put on my dressing gown.

I was in bed with my coffee and newspaper when I heard, “Wotcha Uncle Benny,” as my nephew poked his head in the doorway.

“Would you do me a mighty favour and keep an eye on Kathy and make sure she doesn’t come looking for me. She popped in on me at a very embarrassing moment earlier.”

“May I ask what you were doing?” He wanted to know.

“No, you may not, but I’ll tell you anyway. I was wanking and need to finish what I had started.”

“Can I wank with you? I need to do it real bad.”

“Who’s going to mind Kathy?”

“I’ll put on a film for her and tell her we don’t want to be disturbed for a while. She listens to me… sometimes.”

Just so you know, I am not in the least bit gay. About a year ago, my nephew told me about his nocturnal emissions and how embarrassed he was with the mess he left in his shorts and on the bed linen. So, the solution I proposed was to teach him how to wank. We usually had one together when he was over and I found it more enjoyable than doing it alone.

He put a film on for his cousin, latched the door behind him, stripped down and joined me on the bed. I handed him a flannel and squirted a generous blob of lube in his hand. He was throbbing before I could get myself up to speed.

“Did she get you excited?” I asked him. “I wank at least once a day because of some of the things she does.”

“As soon as I walked through the door, she jumped in my arms and wanted to kiss. That filled both of my hand with her bare bum.”

“That’s another reason I have to wank so often. I can’t get her to wear knickers under those short little dresses of hers. It seems like she goes out of her way to show me she’s not wearing any. So, how often do you wank now? It really surprised me last time when you tossed off twice in a row.”

“Sometimes… oh, oh, here it comes,” he grunted as he fired off three thick ropes of semen and barely slowed his fist before he began another round. He was going to come off again shortly just like he did last time. Oh, the vigor of youth. If he was a bit slower this time I could join him. “That was a good one. I’m glad you showed me how to do this. I wank five or six times a day. Sometimes more when my sister flashes me.”

“Does she ever watch you wank? Your mum loved to watch me and after she turned eleven, rubbed herself off while I was doing it.”

“I can’t imagine mum doing that. Jan doesn’t really know what her pussy is made for yet, but she sure likes to watch me. I’ll bet Kathy would like to watch us.”

“Yeh, I’m sure she would but I don’t want word getting back to your Aunt Ellen. She would nail both of our bags to the wall before she cut our dicks off.”

My sister Ellen was older than me and we never hit it off like I did with my younger sister, Shirley. She was more of an authoritarian figure and everything and everyone was beneath her. I doubt if Kathy’s curiosity would ever be satisfied at home. Plus, I never thought Ellen was as sexy as my younger sister.

“Are you ready to do it yet, Uncle Benny? I don’t know if I can hold back very long,” my nephew asked.

“Finally, there it goes,” I grunted as I splattered my chin and neck with the first burst.

“Ungh, ungh, I’m doing it,” and he joined me.

I’m glad Jason had wanked with me this morning. That was the best one I’ve had in some time. While I did our breakfast, Jason and Kathy chased each other around the place and thankfully didn’t knock anything over and break it. But for some reason they stopped and the silence was deafening. After I set the table, I went in search of them and froze in the bath doorway.

“It really is a magic hose,” my niece told the boy, “Did you say that creamy stuff is ready to squirt out?”

“Yes, it’s coming out now,” and when it splattered against the bog cistern, Kathy shrieked with laughter while the last of it dribbled over her hand.

I didn’t scold them but announced, “Let get scrubbed because breakfast is on the table.”

All eyes were on me along with appropriately shocked looks on their faces. But, I spun on my heals and headed to the kitchen.

“Are you mad at me, Uncle Benny?” My nephew inquired after we finished a quiet breakfast.

“No, I’m not, in fact I don’t blame you a bit. She almost did the same for me. I had just finished a pee and when she wrapped her hand around me and it felt so good I popped a boner. It took more willpower not to let her toss me off.”

“All she can talk about is getting her hands around your dick,” he informed me.

“Do you think I should give in and let her? How about her mum?”

“Aunt Ellen is not the hard nose you believe she is. I’ve never told you about the time she wanked me off in the bath. The next time I saw her we had a quick shag and she’s promised to arrange a private weekend for us together.” That was bomb shell news and I’m afraid my jaw hit the ground when he told me that, but I wanted to hear more. “That wasn’t the first time Kathy had wanked me. When she was at my place a few weeks ago, I let her watch me pee and couldn’t because my bone popped up so I showed her how to do it and Aunt Ellen came in and shooed her away. Then she took over and finished what Kathy had started.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.

It’s not that I had any carnal interest in my older sister, except maybe a look at her massive tits. However, her attitude now towards sex had my mind reeling.

“Why don’t you let Kathy have a go with your dick,” my nephew suggested, “It’s a lot nicer when girl does it for you.”

“I really want to, Uncle Benny,” came the little voice behind me.

She had slipped in the room without our notice. The thought of letting her do weighed heavy on my mind and gained my dick’s instant approval.

“Yeh, Uncle Benny, I want to watch her do you and then she can do me again. I’m already hard and it looks like you’re getting that way,” my nephew pleaded while he stared at the growing tent in my trousers.

It didn’t take much to get me to cave. If my sister wasn’t going to object, I didn’t see a downside. As soon as Kathy spotted the bulge her eyes turned into saucers.

“Let me see your hose,” she demanded.

Without a shred of guilt now, I unceremoniously opened my trousers and hauled the beast out. She reached out and petted her fingers over the bell end like it was a cat and of course my cock was so happy he jumped a few times and made her giggle.

“Why do you call it a hose?” I asked her.

“That’s what my mate Agnes calls it. When it’s little it’s a hose that squirts out pee. But when it gets big its a magic hose that spits out cream,” she explained.

I had met her friend Agnes before and like my niece, she was eight. A cute little girl with what seemed to be an advanced knowledge of hose operation. It would be interesting to find out how she acquired her knowledge.

“Let me make the cream spit out,” she told me as she knelt between my legs and grasped my cock with both hands. “This will be fun,” she squealed.

Since I didn’t object, she took it as consent and put both hands to work. Jason stopped her for a second, squirted a blob of lube on her palm and she knew exactly what it was for. “Slip slidin’ away,” went her hands on my slippery pole. “Slip slidin' away, you know the nearer your destination the more you're slip slidin' away. I could get used to this,” I thought as incredible sensations crackled through my cock.

This was much, much better than letting Misses Palm have her way with me. Watching her little hands go about their business was nostalgic though. She reminded me so much of my younger sister, not only in looks, but in the enthusiasm she displayed while she took to the task in hand. There was a constant stream of clear pre-ejaculate that bubbled from my piss slit and for some reason she knew exactly how to use it. It kept her hands well lubricated while she honed her skill and quickly worked me to the tipping point.

“The magic cream is ready to come out, sweetheart,” I warned her.

“Alright,” she screamed, “Agnes told me I should do this so it doesn’t soil anything,” and she sucked my knob into her mouth.

The visuals alone of my cock stuffed in her little mouth was enough to make me blast so hard I feared I had blown her tonsils out. I wasn’t alone and spotted my nephew’s geyser of spooge erupt and launch his sperm laden semen several feet in the air.

“That was so wicked,” my little niece exclaimed as semen bubbled over her lips before she swallowed and let it slide down to her tummy.

After the fireworks I was left with the thought, “Agnes had taught my niece so well, I should invite her over so I can find out what else she knows.”

End Chapter One

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