Summer in the Netherlands/Part 2
The morning of our first full day in The Netherlands, I was the first to wake up. Ava was still in my arms, sleeping soundly. There is nothing quite like watching a child sleep, I thought to myself as I admired the eight-year-old’s angelic face. I was still completely naked, my morning erection rested comfortably on her panties as I spooned the girl. Her night shirt had ridden up past her nipples and my hand was resting on the warm skin of her chest. As I became more awake, the events of the night before came back to me. I was worried that Ava would remember what had occurred when she stirred in the middle of the night. I had half a mind to find some clothes. But before I could put that thought into action, I felt the girl moving next to me. In an instant she had rolled over, rubbing her eyes.
“Good morning, Uncle Henry,” Ava said as she opened her eyes..
“Good morning, princess.” Thank goodness, she didn’t seem to remember. I was relieved. While I was naked, I resolved that keeping her from noticing wouldn’t be too difficult underneath the sheets.
“What are we doing today?”
“Well... we’ll finish settling into the cottage and then I was thinking we could go to the beach. How does that sound?”
“Good. I’m hungry. Do we have anything to eat?”
It didn’t even occur to me that it might be a good idea to stock the kitchen yesterday. I blamed the jet lag on that one. “We’ll have to go find someplace to eat. But it will give us a chance to find out how the Dutch do breakfast.”
“Okay!” Ava said excitedly and moved to get out of bed. Before I could react, the girl had pulled down the covers revealing myself to her.
“Hey! You’re naked!”
“Sorry, I guess I got a little warm last night...” I pulled the sheets back to cover myself.
“That’s okay. I see Daddy naked all the time,” Ava admitted. “He comes in my room at night.”
Curious, I inquired further, “Why does your daddy come see you at night naked?”
“He doesn’t get naked until he’s in my room. . .” Ava looked back at me, unsure if she should continue.
“It’s okay, you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone.”
“He likes to get in bed with me and take my clothes off too.”
At that, my erection shot up. Ava spotted it ballooning under the sheets.
“When his cock gets hard like that, sometimes he has me put my mouth around it. But sometimes he just touches me all over until he shoots his cum on my sheets.”
It was shocked to hear my niece talk like that. But more than that, it was probably the sexiest thing I had ever heard. After a few moments, words finally came out of my mouth. “Do you want to put your mouth around my cock too?”
“I will if you really want me to. But I don’t like it when Daddy shoots in my mouth.”
“Okay, I promise I won’t do that.”
“Pinky promise?” She held up her finger.
“Of course,” I raised my hand and our pinkies locked together and moved in to kiss her on the forehead.
With that, the eight year old peeled back the bed sheet and bent over my cock. It jumped as her lips touched my skin and I let out a soft moan when I felt the tip enter her mouth. The way her tongue moved along the surface of my cock was divine. She had obviously done this before. I was surprised by how much she could get into her little mouth too.
That morning, watching my niece bob up and down on my cock for the first time was certainly one of the most memorable times I had in The Netherlands. It was so incredibly relaxing, just lying there and allowing a little girl to do all the work. I reached down and tousled her hair, she looked so gorgeous with her lips wrapped around my cock. I was so lost in the moment, I nearly forgot to warn her to pull off of my cock before I reached my climax. But I reached down and pushed her off, just in time for cum to shoot out onto her chin and shirt. The rest landed on me.
"Thank you Ava, that was amazing," I complemented her once I caught my breath while she lifted her shirt to wipe my cum off of her face.
“Can I borrow your shirt too?” She pulled off her night shirt and handed it to me. I could hardly keep my eyes off of her as I used it to clean myself.
“What do you say we both take a shower and then head out to get breakfast?”
“That sounds good.”
With that, I picked her up and carried Ava to the bathroom to start our shower. Once the water was warm, Ava let me pull her panties down and we both got in the shower. As I washed the eight-year-old’s body, I couldn’t help but imagine what new adventures we would have together this summer…