TVR/Brian Johnson/Garden

Reluctantly you give up and go out into the garden. Janet's on the lawn, laying face down looking at something. She is wearing a short summer dress and you can see almost all the way up to the top of her legs.

"What are you looking at Miss Janet," you ask.

She rolls over. "Just some ants. Are you going to mow the grass?"

"No Miss, I am going to prune some of the bushes at the end." You walk away to the far end of the garden, out of sight of the house. It's hot, so you take your shirt off before collecting your tools from the shed.

An hour later, you sit down on the bench behind the shed, light a cigarette and pour yourself some tea out of a flask.

“Did you like doing it with Susan?”

It's Janet's voice and you guess she must be talking to her brother. So he's been fucking that little slut, Susan has he, you think. Obviously the two kids had forgotten you're there.

“Yes… But it’s better with you,” Andrew says.

Janet giggles. “You had to say that, didn’t you. What about what Jim did… When he put his cock in your bottom?”

“Yeah, well, the less said about that the better. I suppose that’s what queers do.” Andrew says.

Behind the shed, you smile. “So Jim’s still up to his old tricks is he.” Now you've got these snotty-nosed kids right where you want them. The question is, how far you dare go. When you walk round the shed, you see them sitting on the grass. Janet has still got her knees up and her brother has taken his shirt off.

“Hello, kids. So you've been to visit my cousin Jim have you? And, from what I heard, you both enjoyed the experience."

They both sit there, looking at you with their mouths open. “Are you going to tell Dad?" Andrew asks, eventually.

“Well… That depends…" You pause as the children look at you expectantly. You need to be careful. If you scare them too much, they will run away, but from the sound of it there up for pretty much anything.

“It depends on whether you can do something for me." You say the words slowly so there can be no misunderstanding.

Janet finds her voice. “What do you mean?"

Instead of replying, you unbuckle your belt and drop your trousers, exposing your semi-hard cock. The children sit open-mouthed as you catch hold of it.

“Come on then Missy. Let’s see if you can get it to stand up.” You stand in front of Janet and, when she just sits there looking at it, you take her hand and made her hold it. Now it's pointing directly at her face and she stares at it, wide-eyed, as it swells to its full size.

Although your cock is not up to porn star standards, you have nothing to be embarrassed about and, clearly, Janet is quite impressed. You look across at her brother and he still standing there with his mouth open as he watches his kid sister wrap her hand around it.

“There’s a good girl," you say. "Now let’s see how much you can get in your mouth.” As if in a trance Janet opens her mouth as wide as she can and allows you to push the purple dome inside.

During the countless times you stood hidden in the bushes watching the children playing in the garden; masturbating and revelling at the occasional glimpse of white knickers, as the little girl sprawled on the grass unconscious of your gaze, and the sight of a little boycock when Andrew went round behind the shed for a piss, you have never really expected to go further and get away with it.

Now, although you want to make the most of this opportunity, you pull your cock out and shoot your cum on the grass. The children stand, looking at your pulsing cock and Janet has tears running down her face.

"If you tell anyone what happened here, I will make sure your father knows what you get up to with good old "Uncle" Jim, you say.

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