The Visit/Chapter One
The Visit
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Chapter One
“This is delicious,” I complimented my sister and took a healthy swig of my beer. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to cool me down much and I asked, “What do you call the dish?”
“You don’t recognize it? It’s a pork pie like mum used to make.”
“I don’t remember mum’s being this good,” I exclaimed.
“That’s because I made a few improvements. Actually, I watched a chef on the telly and it came out a lot better than mum’s recipe.”
“I got your lap,” my niece squealed as she hopped in the air and claimed her rightful place, narrowly missing my jewels.
“Ah, what’s wrong with this picture?” I asked my niece who gave me a baffled look, so I added, “Clothes? Do we no longer dress for bed?”
“Let ‘er be,” my sister interjected, “I told her she didn’t have to dress because of the heat. We’ve each had four cold showers since noon.”
“With all of the delicious, bare flesh, both of you are in danger of getting groped,” I warned them and squeezed my niece’s bum which made her squeal.
“What makes you think we would mind? You always had, how shall we say, a wandering touch. I sort of miss the thrill since we don’t see you much.”
“Was that an invitation? Don’t tempt me ‘cause you’re playing with fire girl.”
“I know I haven’t mentioned it yet, but Henry left us right after we were together during the Christmas holiday.”
“I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?”
“It’s pretty simple, he liked his secretary, one in a long line of them, more than his family. I suspected something was going on as it had in past. My solicitor is filing a divorce and assures me the only settlement he will receive are the clothes he wore when he left.”
“Has he contacted you at all?”
“He rang and wanted to pick up a few things but I told him to go to hell. Haven’t heard from him since.”
“Bully for you, but what about the banking? Surely you had something tucked away that he couldn’t touch.”
“Everything was in my name since I handled the finances and the only savings was my share of mum’s estate and he couldn’t touch that.”
“Where did he put his money?”
“He didn’t make much or contribute anything, really. I’m sure most of it went in his wardrobe and on his girlfriends. For all of these years, I believed I loved him and wasn’t concerned about my lot since we were married. However, the last straw was when he left; he forfeited everything.”
“Wow, I would never have guessed any of it. When he never showed for family gatherings, I figured it was because he couldn’t stand to be around his relatives. My ex-wife was the same way.”
“What ever happened to her? You never told us much and we couldn’t pry it out of you.”
“It was similar to your circumstance. She fell for a foreign office correspondent and left the country with him. There was nothing messy about the divorce and she didn’t return for court. It was all handled by our solicitors.”
“Harry has one more surprise that I plan to give him in about a week in addition to the bailiffs serving the divorce papers. I’m trying to time the great events for the same day.”
“Cough it up. I know you didn’t hire an assassin. Do tell, that’s not your style?”
“He never owned his car and I’ve sold it.”
“That’s pretty low, sis.”
“I thought it fitting. I’ve also changed jobs.”
“Jobs now? You really have to keep me up on things more than once a year at Christmas. What are you doing now?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I would figure you would take something in archaeological research. Am I close?”
“Sort of… remember the work I did for National Museums in Liverpool a few years back?”
“Well, vaguely. I’m afraid museums stuff is not something I keep myself informed with.”
“Do you remember the Titanic Exhibition I mentioned?”
“You said you were working on something that had to do with the Titanic but it never stuck in my mind.”
“I’ve been offered head of the Merseyside Maritime Museum and am now working interim.”
“What happened, did somebody die? Positions like that don’t just open up.”
“They did and old Murphy, rest his soul, was appointed by the founder and first head Stammers. That is the museum I built the Titanic exhibition in and they regarded me and my work highly. Plus, I had the right credentials.”
“I’m in awe. It’s like you’re telling me you were just elected to Parliament. I didn’t think you had a shot at anything like that.”
“I didn’t think it possible myself, but here I am, yeah!” And she threw her arms out. Gawd, she knew how to emphasize those wonderful little titties of hers.
“One of my first jobs was one Uncle Albert got me on, can you guess? Of all places, Albert Dock, where the museum is.” I reminded her.
“Uncle Ron, will you come in and tuck me in, I’m sleepy?” My niece begged.
“Why don’t you go on up and I’ll be there in a tick,” I told her with a little peck on the lips, “I need to talk to your mummy some more and figure out where I’m going to sleep.”
“Hurry!” She told me and gave me a more lingering kiss on the lips and then a toothy smile before she hopped to the floor and trotted off.
“The folding bed is in Annie’s room. I’m sure your niece would be thrilled if her uncle stayed the night with her.”
“I must warn you, I didn’t bring any night gear.”
“Do you think that worries me in the least, brother dearest? I’ll help with your bed covers, but then you’re on your own. A cold shower is calling my name and you’ll sleep better if you ‘ave one yourself.”
Annie was already in the Land of Nod, sprawled face down on the covers when I gave her a little kiss and squeezed my favourite, fat little bum while I waited for my sister to finish. I couldn’t help but admire my gorgeous niece, who looked like an angel in her sleep. I ran my fingers through her hair and over the thin film of sweat on her back. Then, lingered between her firm little bum cheeks.
“Will you squeeze my bum if I ask you nicely?” Ooops, caught with the goods in hand, so to speak. My sister stood in the doorway wrapped in a bath sheet and added, “And a kiss, not to keep me warm, but to help me sleep?”
As I walked over to her she let the bath sheet fall and her naked body had a instant and profound effect on me I hadn’t felt in years. The last time was when we were in our teens and still living in our parents house. She was back to her old tricks and put a bone in my pants and knew it. So, I grasped her in my arms and ground myself into her while I gave her a not-so-brotherly snog that left us gasping for breath.
But, before things could get out of hand, she pulled away and told me, “I go in early and work late tomorrow so it’s your job to entertain your favourite niece.”
While I sprayed myself down with the cool water, visions of the girls naked bodies flashed through my head and I could still feel their warm flesh in my fingertips and took a soapy grip on myself and turned the sprayer head off. My sister seemed to crave my attention and though I hadn’t seriously considered it in many years, I would have bedded her if she had invited me. I wanted to do it so bad when we lived with our parents. Probably because my moral fortitude had not sufficiently developed. So, here I was again, just like old times, stroking myself off in tribute to her. Yet once again, my sperm mixed with the water and swirled down the waste pipes.
It did render enough relief for me to sleep, though. At least those were my thoughts until until I spotted my niece’s upthrust, bare cheeks glowing from the soft light in the corridor. My fascination with them was simply unhealthy in the way it made my cock twitch. Even more unhealthy was the fact that I sat down next to her and immersed myself in the sight. It was one thing to appreciate it and yet another for me to wank to it. How twisted was it for me to sit naked on the bed while I perved on my niece’s bum and wanted to wank while I ran my hands over her naked body.
My restraint lasted less than a minute, then my hands strayed with a mind and will of their own. Yes, I believed I had control but that was a lie; the temptation was just too great. Mind you, my hand flew out of its own volition and hovered over the soft defenseless target. So close were my fingers, despite the heat in the room, I could feel the body heat radiate from her skin until I made contact and grazed them along her deep bum crack. That was not enough, though, so I gently squeezed even deeper between the tender mounds of flesh. The light was so low in the room, I used my fingertips to peer between her cheeks until she twisted and I quickly pulled away.
She was still asleep but in her movement, her legs had floated further apart. Her chubby little crack was still clenched, but not as tightly as the fat little mound that glowed in the dim light. The sight of her chubby little pussy went straight to my cock and I grasped it in one hand and let my fingers search even lower until they brushed softly along the delicate split. Then I moved them up from the tiny gap of her pussy hole and over the minuscule taint until they brushed the wrinkled little pucker. I squeezed my cock and shivered as a dollop of cream pushed its way up the shaft and oozed over my knuckles.
“What kind of pervert am I?” I questioned myself as I looked for something wipe up the semen with before it dribbled on my niece’s bed.
Something had come over me that I couldn’t explain, like wanking myself off while I played with my sleeping niece’s little pussy and arse. I felt guilty and chastised myself before I managed to drift off into sleep.
End Chapter One
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