Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 10:52:39 +0100 (BST)
From: sunraywonder@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: My Niece, My Love

We are a product of our thoughts and emotions.  Many a time we surprise
ourselves for entertaining not only indecent thoughts but even incestuous
ones. The following story is one such experience.  I would love to have
your opinions, suggestions and criticism about the story.  When you come to
the end of the story, you would find it has been left with scope for
further adventures.  Please write to me how you would like it to come out
later.  A story like this, just like my earlier stories 'Sleeping With The
Enemy', `Love Never Dies' and `Indecent Proposals' has to be written in the
first person to bring out its full flavour.  All the other characters are
also products of my imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone real.


At the age of 21 she was a stunning beauty: well proportioned, dark and big
eyes, full lips, beautiful and firm bust, and lovely black tresses.  When
she looked at you, she turned you on totally.  It was an enigmatic mix of
come-hither and touch-me-not looks.  She looked so naive and vulnerable
that you felt protective of her.  She was young and innocent and indeed 20
years my younger.  I had seen her at her parents' house in Agra when she
was wearing her mother's black cardigan.  She had looked like an actress,
nay, a sex goddess.  Afterwards, I had tried not to fantasize about her
when I played with my cock at nights but her feelings overwhelmed me so
much that whilst cumming I had lately taken to call out her name loudly,
"Oh, Kajol, I love you, I love you I want you so muuchcch..."  I had
noticed that whenever I masturbated thinking about her, the power and
quantity of my cum was more.  I often wondered if it had anything to do
with Kajol being my niece and the taboo about incest providing me with
extreme sensuousness.

I knew it would never be.  How would she ever be attracted to a man 20
years her elder and related to her as her uncle?  However, looking back I
think it was destined that we would end in bed.  She came to Mumbai for
appearing in an interview to become an air hostess and stayed with us.
Rani, my wife, was very thick with Kajol's mother Smita, her first cousin,
and hence promised to look after Kajol as our own daughter.

I gradually became bolder and bolder with Kajol, even though only in
naughty talk.  When she would dress to go out I would comment about the
effect of it on men.  Her come-hither looks always encouraged me to come up
with comments more risque than the earlier ones.  She had a room to herself
but I would often go to her room to talk to her and to hear her play the
guitar and sing.  She was very unaffected with her being and often I would
sight her panties below her skirt or get a good view of her cleavage as she
bent down to pick up something.  It never occurred to me that she would be
putting on an act to turn me on or that she would be a tease.

She wasn't selected for the air hostess's job but took employment in a five
star hotel as an assistant manager in housekeeping.  By that time she had
been staying with us for over six months.  One day, my wife had to go to be
with her people in Delhi (her aunt had suddenly taken ill); she was to be
out for two days and gave me long instructions about the house and
particularly the kitchen.  Knowing my temperamental nature, Rani had asked
me to be particularly nice to Kajol and treat her as our own daughter.

I was to go to Juhu for some work and since I happened to be in the
vicinity of the hotel where Kajol worked, I asked her if she would like me
to pick her up.  She did.  We didn't go back straight home but decided to
have dinner at a beach side restaurant.  Before the food I ordered beer for
myself and asked Kajol if she would have a drink.  I was pleasantly
surprised when she too asked for beer.

The beer soon mellowed the mood and I ended up telling her many really
ribald riddles and jokes.  She looked at me with those twinkling eyes and I
was conscious that there was a distinct possibility of progressing towards
what I had fantasized about all along.  By the time we ordered food, both
of us were quite high and frequently touching each other across the table,
"Oh, uncle", she cooed, "It is really wonderful being with you."  These
were the exact words I wanted to hear minus the `uncle' bit.  "Do you know
what a little niece is?" I asked her in continuation of all the ribald
riddles I had thrown at her that evening.  "Tell me", she responded with
the same breathless earnestness she had shown for my other riddles.  "A
little niece" I told her, "sits on her uncle's lap and makes it hard for
him."  We got busy in our dinner after that but in the ride back home she
asked me, "Tell me uncle, when I was little did I ever make it hard for
you."  I blushed and she noticed it straightway.  Fortunately, she did not
notice that my cock was already hardening with the thought of her sitting
in my lap.  I decided to dodge it with another naughty riddle.  "Kajol", I
asked her, "Do you know the difference between dark and hard?"

"Tell me" she responded, turning the teasing on.

"It is simple" I said, "It can stay dark the whole night long."  It took
her a little time to understand it but as soon as she did, she gave me a
playful jab with her fingers in my ribs and said, "Oh, naughty, uncle.  I
am sure if your little niece was to sit on your lap, it would stay hard the
whole night long!"

I was simply stunned by the directness of it.  But before I could respond
the come-hither look had shifted to touch-me-not!

We reached home and watched the TV for a little while in our bedroom and
then I bid her goodnight and she went to her room.  "Treat her as our own
daughter" Rani's words kept haunting me after Kajol had gone to her room.
Thank God, at the right time she had adopted the touch-me-not attitude.
How could I have imagined doing anything with my niece, who was as good as
my own daughter?  Rani and I were very religious and even the thought of
such a thing was sinful.  However, the sensuous banter was good as long as
it lasted and I was quite relieved it did not proceed any further.

I changed into my night suit and noticed that I had a hard on.  I had no
intention of keeping it that way the whole night and hence I put on a porn
movie, lowered my pajamas, took my raging cock in my hand and started
masturbating.  The movie was about this little girl called Brittney (merely
in her early teens) who was doing quite poorly in her school.  One day the
teacher, John (a middle aged man with spectacles and erudite looks),
suggested to her to come to his room in the evening and he would see how
she could improve her marks.  This was my favourite porn and I had seen it
many times.  I knew what to expect.  So when the teacher greeted her at the
door of his room and gave her young mini-skirted body a male once over, I
got rid of my pajamas and got to the job at hand.  My cock gave a jump when
I visualised Kajol as Brittney and John as me.  I forced myself to get rid
of the idea being impracticable and morally wrong.  By the time John got
her to the study table with her bending over, skirt raised and panties
pulled down, I got rid of my shirt too and was now totally naked pumping my
cock.  John too, in the movie, had got rid of his clothes except for his
Oxford shoes and had got into position behind Brittney.

Once again, I closed my eyes and despite all my restraint, Kajol appeared
there with her shapely ass, inviting me to part her ass cheeks and pierce
her with my spear.  A rustling sound made me open my eyes and there stood
Kajol in her nightie, having parted the door curtains.  Her beautifully
large black eyes were riveted to my cock and the come-hither look was back
on her face.  I was the one who was shocked.  I quickly covered myself with
a sheet but I couldn't find the TV remote and hence the porn was still on.
Kajol's eyes shifted to the TV and we saw John spitting into Brittney's
asshole and then inserting the head of his massive cock into the young
girl's ass.  She writhed with pain, but told the teacher, "I'd do anything
to improve my grades."

I brought as much rage in my voice as I could muster and told Kajol to
immediately leave the room.  She just stood there, looking at me with
injured innocence.  Meantime more of Dexter's cock had gone into Brittney's
rear and I was filled with the urgency of getting my own niece, my own
daughter, out of the room before any further embarrassing damage could be
done. I was annoyed with myself for not having made sure that she had gone
to bed before getting on with open masturbation.

"Kajol", I shouted with all the authority at my command, "What the hell are
you doing here?  Go to your room this instant and sleep."

Kajol made a move.  To my horror, I realised it wasn't out of the room but
into the room.  I trembled with rage and helplessness.  "Kajol", I
impleaded, "You must go to your room, sweetie, it is not good for you to be
here when your uncle is in this condition."

"Oh uncle", she whispered, "Let me have a look at it again."

I was flabbergasted.  The action in the porn was getting dirtier and
dirtier.  John was humping Brittney with great relish and force and here
was my niece wanting to have another look.  Look at what?  Obviously she
meant my cock.  Oh, God, I prayed silently, give me strength.

"Kajol", I told her with exaggerated calm and authority, "Little daughters
don't talk like that to their fathers.  Leave, my girl, be a good girl
now."

By this time she had come closer and was almost at the bed.  My hero had
made a tent-pole out of the sheet.  He had obviously missed the seriousness
of the situation and was on his own independent trip.  At this stage I was
as annoyed with my cock as with Kajol.  I made a last attempt to ward off
evil, "Now look, Kajol, this is not the done thing between uncles and
nieces.  Please leave now and it is final."

She was made of sterner stuff!  She lowered herself to the edge of the bed
and her musk was overpowering.  "Uncle" she said in her sexiest voice,
which was barely audible, "Let me have another look at your cock and then
I'll go."  There was a hesitation in her voice before she pronounced the
word `cock' but she carried it out quite well.

I wasn't going to give in so easily and hence I just lay there and stared
at her hard, just willing her to leave.  She put her hand under the sheet,
groped for it and soon found my hero, standing proudly, but stupidly I
thought.  The feel of her hand on it was electric.  My resistance was
slowly draining out like water from a leaky can and I sighed with both
resignation and an intensely pleasurable sensation.

John in the movie was holding on to the waist of the girl for support and
humping her with increasing gusto.  I closed my eyes and imagined that it
wasn't happening.  Where had the stupid TV remote gone to?  For heavens
sake when you require these things these are never to be found.

She pulled at the sheet.  Swish and my sheet was gone.  I was naked in
front of my niece.  "Treat her as our own daughter", the words rang out in
my ears once again as warning bells, but the sounds appeared to be going
away as the sound of Kajol's purring started filling my ears, "Oh, uncle,
your cock looks so good and big.  See, it is even bigger than that of the
man in the movie.  Oh, isn't it adorable? And ....."

She lisped when she said a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e as if she was singing out the
word.  She stroked my cock with her hand and all resistance left me.
".....adorable enough to be kissed", I heard her complete the sentence and
before I could do anything she lowered her face to my cock and kissed the
tip.

I have masturbated a lot in my life fantasizing about girls the age of
Kajol.  I have fucked Rani in many different ways.  But, the exquisite
sensation of my young niece kissing my cock was something that I had never
experienced before.  "Oh, Kajol", I said with resignation, "What are you
doing to me, sweetie?"

Her lips opened over my cock and her tongue snaked out expertly.  She
licked off the pre-cum from my cock and raced her tongue all along its
length.  The sensation was so overpowering that I held her by her hair to
control myself.  There was more to come.  She lowered her mouth over my
cock and took it all the way up to her throat.  I was openly groaning with
pleasure now, "Oh, oh, Kajol, oh my love, yes, yes, do it to your
uncle.....yes, oh, God, you are an expert baby....your aunty never sucked
me like this...oh, oh, sweetheart...I am going to cum."

She took out my cock only to say the following and resumed sucking me with
increasing tempo, "Cum in my mouth, uncle, give me the best gift an uncle
has given his niece."

I filled her mouth with gallons of cum.  I expected her to gag and remove
her mouth but she kept sucking me.  However, soon she realised that it was
too much for her and lifted her head.  A thick wad of cum was trickling
down her chin and never in my life I had seen anything as sexy as my
daughter-like niece with my cum on her face.  After she had removed her
mouth from it, my hero went into another convulsion and spurted out some
more cum.  Kajol just watched it with awe and love.  I pulled her to me and
kissed her on her lips thus tasting her succulent lips and my own cum.  In
that position the upper part of her lovely body was resting on my chest and
I felt the hardness of her nipples through the thin material of her
nightie.

John too had cum all over Brittney's buttocks and was kissing them in
appreciation of what she had done for him.  Naturally, she was going to get
high grades in the next test!

This being all over now, I expected Kajol to leave.  However, in one clean
movement she had taken out her nightie and became completely naked.  Her
body was flawless.  Her tits were small but firm and the areolas were dark
and inviting.  Her waist was superb and flat and hard leading down to a
thick thatch of silky black pubic hair.  Her legs were slender and her
feet?  Well, her feet gave me the invitation to start exploring her body
from there.  I kissed them and sucked her toes.  She cooed.  I kissed her
ankles and thighs and she cooed even more.  I kissed the wonderful thatch
of her pubes and she started shivering uncontrollably.  "Oh, uncle, you are
a wonderful lover."  She groped and felt my cock and in her hand my cock
grew from total limpness to semi hardness.  She stroked it relentlessly and
soon it was hard again.  I climbed into position between her legs and made
her guide my cock into her by that time wet pussy.  I think my cock was too
big for her because as it entered her she cried out involuntarily.  But,
she was brave and when I started taking it out as a reflex action she
pulled me back into her.  Soon I was deep inside her and held that position
to savour and treasure.

"Treat her as our own daughter", again the words rang out but now as if
from another planet!  `Could I have done it if she were my own daughter?'
my mind was reasoning.  `Yes, yes' I heard myself reply in silence, `I
would have my cock into my own daughter if she were as sexy and pretty as
Kajol, my niece."

I was engrossed in my own thoughts and hence Kajol's command was timely and
urgent, "Fuck me now, uncle."

And I fucked her and how!  I must have fucked her the whole night!  Long
before that John and Brittney had finished with his improving her grades
and there was only a blank screen and hissing sound.  But Kajol and I kept
at it as if our life depended on it.  She was hell bent to prove that it
could stay hard the whole night long given timely ministrations from a
young niece.  Did we go to sleep?  I think we were totally exhausted by the
wee hours of the morning and went to sleep naked in each other's arms.  I
missed my office and she rang up the hotel management and told them she
wanted a day off because she was ill.  Throughout the day we did not put on
clothes and sucked and fucked.  However, we were business as usual when my
wife came back from Delhi.  I had warned Kajol never to take chances with
even the remotest of sexy gestures or talk when Rani would be in the house.


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Kajol and I had to make love stealthily and her youth brought new zest in
my life.  Even my wife noticed that my making love to her had become more
pleasurable and with greater variations.  However, the activity that took
most of my time and energy was to steal those wonderful moments and come
back home and make love to Kajol when Rani was not at home.  I knew the
risk of discovery was great particularly so since Rani had a key to the
house door but it was precisely this risk which added to our sensuousness.
Rani never complained because I had enough for her too.

And then one day I reached home to make love to Kajol that we had planned,
only to discover that Kajol hadn't arrived.  A call on her mobile confirmed
that she had to stay back at the hotel and won't be able to come.  I was in
her room and in order to pass time, I started rummaging through her things.
She was very meticulous.  Her dressing table was neatly arranged with lots
of perfumes and deodorants and other make-up items.  Her bed was neatly
made and under her pillow was a small prayer book.  Her wardrobe had her
musk.  Her dresses were in hangars and other clothes were neatly folded and
kept.  I buried my face into her panties and bras and toyed with the idea
of masturbating with them but then a small paper bundle, secured in a
rubber band caught my eyes.  I took it out.  These were letters, both old
and new, and a picture.  I looked at the picture and swooned.  Kajol, my
sweetheart was naked with another man.  Both of them were in tight embrace
with Kajol holding his cock and his hand was on her breast.  I was green
with jealousy and then I read the letters.  Her boyfriend's name was Gaurav
and he had written in graphic details about their lovemaking sessions.  The
picture was obviously taken on a digital camera and printed on a printer
attached to a PC.  I started reading through the letters.

I read, "....Oh, my darling, with your ministrations my cock grew from its
usual nine inches to ten inches.  But you kept kissing it and licking
it......as I entered you, you drove your nails into my bare back....the
animal passion took over us...we cared two fucks for the rest of the
world...it was only you and I..."

My jealous feelings should have filled me up with remorse and anger but as
I read, to my utter surprise, I saw my hero rising to the occasion.  I took
it out of the zipper and started stroking it as I read more and more about
Gaurav fucking my niece.  Soon I came all over the carpet of her room.  Now
I was filled with shame and remorse.  It was one thing for me to be fucking
my own niece and it was yet another thing to titillate myself to orgasm
whilst reading about her being fucked by another man.  Why did I find it so
erotic?

I replaced the bundle and quit her room.  I returned to my room and soon
saner feelings took over.  She was young and not married.  Surely she
couldn't be spending the rest of her life with her married uncle, only for
his pleasure.  She had all the right to find a boy her age and Gaurav
appeared handsome.  I decided never to broach the topic with her.  However,
words from Gaurav's letter kept coming back to haunt me.  "It's usual nine
inches" I recalled and my stomach did a somersault.  My own cock was hardly
eight inches and she had called it big, though it was thicker than the
average.  However, nine inches growing into ten was something.

In the next few weeks, whenever, Kajol wasn't home I went to her room, took
out the bundle, looked at heir naked picture and read the letters.  I
looked at Gaurav's hard cock in the picture and a strange feeling went
through my body which I had not felt earlier.  What would my Kajol be
thinking whilst stroking Gaurav's cock or taking it in her mouth or in her
cunt?  I read in one of his letters the experience of the first time when
he indulged in anal sex with her.  Needless to say, every time I was filled
with overwhelming sensuousness and came like anything on her carpet.  I
took to wrapping her panties around my cock whilst looking at Gaurav's
young cock in the picture and imagining it going into her pussy.
Gradually, every time Kajol and I made love, I imagined Gaurav screwing her
with his ten inch pole.  Slowly and surely, instead of becoming an
adversary, Gaurav's cock became dear to me and I was soon fantasizing about
it.

And then one day, as I lay stroking myself, reading for the umpteenth time
the story of Gaurav fucking my sweetheart in her asshole, an idea lodged in
my mind and refused to go away even though I tried my best.  I thought of
taking that wonderful cock in my hand and inserting it in my niece's young
pussy!  A few days later, I thought of taking that cock in my hand, kissing
it and sucking it and maybe one day I could take it in my own ass.
Initially, whenever I thought of sucking or fucking Gaurav's cock and
masturbated and came, I was filled with guilt and shame later for having
given vent to unmanly, pervert and sissy feelings.  However, gradually, the
feelings became so strong that whilst imagining his cock going in me, I
would insert a make believe dildo in my own ass and imagine Kajol besides
us and encouraging us enticingly and approvingly.

The more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me.  But what
about Kajol?  What if she was put off by it?  However, secretly, whenever
Kajol and I made love, I imagined it was Gaurav's cock and not mine which
was fucking her.  One day, in the fury of our fucking I asked Kajol to
insert her finger in my asshole and had the most earth-shattering
ejaculation.  I loved Kajol but a new and secret love had come in my life
in the form of Gaurav's cock.  Would my fantasy ever come true?

Rani's aunt became sick again and she had to rush to Delhi.  She told me
that this time she didn't know how long it would take.  Kajol and I had the
repeat of the scene in Juhu restaurant though this time there was no
indirect ribaldry.  We were veterans in sexual escapades now and could talk
about sexual matters without resorting to euphemisms.  Earlier in the
restaurant we sat on opposite side of the table but now we sat on the same
side, holding hands, kissing and embracing whenever we were not being
watched.  I was determined to bring up the topic of Gaurav and so I said,
"Kajol, honey, why don't you have a boyfriend of your age like other
girls?"

"What gave you the idea that I don't already have?" she confronted me.

"Well, tell me about it, what is his name, looks etc?" I insisted, whilst
rubbing my hand over her panties under the skirt, and under the table.

By this time, in private she had started calling me by my name, "Well,
Rahul", she said, "His name is Gaurav, he is as handsome as you, as tall as
you and strong...."

I let my finger enter her pussy through her panties and whispered, "And
what about his cock?  No secrets from your Rahul uncle, tell me about it."

Her face became crimson when she blushed but this was not the first time
that we had discussed cocks and hence she recovered and said, "It is longer
than yours but thinner."

It was semi dark in the restaurant and I knew no one would notice what was
hidden by the table and so I finger fucked her nicely and whispered, "You
know, love, I would love to see you getting fucked by him."

If she was going to be put off by a threesome, this was her opportunity to
object.  I held my breath.  She looked at me, wide eyed.  I silently prayed
for the come-hither look rather than the touch-me-not one.  I put my finger
deeper into her cunt and she turned her sexy smile on and said, "I would
ask Gaurav and let you know."

"Sure", I responded, "But it has to be before your aunty comes back.  Why
don't you call him for dinner tomorrow?  We would pick up something from
this restaurant on our way back home."

"Okay", she said, "But Gaurav has to first agree.  He too works at my
hotel.  I would call you in the office tomorrow and confirm one way or the
other."

That night I could hardly sleep.  What if Gaurav was put off by her having
it out with her own uncle?  What if he broke up with her merely because of
this?  If that happened I would never be able to forgive myself.

The next day in office I was on coals.  Kajol had promised that she would
call during lunch time but these were the longest three and a half hours I
spent in my office.  She called well into the lunch hour and by that time I
had become a wreck.  I grabbed the phone as soon as it started ringing.
"Well?" I asked with exceptional expectation.

"It is alright" she whispered, barely audible, "He would be home at eight."

For the rest of the day the intense anxiety gave way to intense
anticipation.  I mentally went over the expected experience and decided
that I was ready for it.  After office, I picked up Kajol from her hotel,
went to the restaurant and picked up some food from the take - away counter
and drove home.  Both of us had bath and changed into casuals and waited.
Gaurav was not a minute later than eight.  Kajol greeted him at the door
and gave him a kiss on his lips.

Gaurav was about twenty-five, tall and well built.  I liked his handsome
face straightway since it was good humoured and well cultured.  Kajol
introduced us by saying, "This is my uncle Rahul, I told you about."  The
last one was said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and I suspected
that Kajol had told her lover quite a bit about me.  I took an immediate
liking to Gaurav since he was unpretentious and quite witty.  All of us had
beer.  Slowly, the sexual tension between us increased, until Kajol said,
"Well, do you want the dessert before or after the dinner."  She laid undue
emphasis on the word dessert and its meaning wasn't lost on either Gaurav
or me.  In any case, by that time, she was alternately rubbing her hand
over Gaurav's and my crotch.

Before I could reply Gaurav said, "You know Kajol, your desserts are
welcome both before and after the dinner."

With this he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.  I helped to
remove her clothes whilst feeling her tits and pussy.  When she was in her
bra and panties she insisted on our shedding our clothes lest she should be
the only one naked.  She helped Gaurav remove his shoes and socks and he
got rid of his jeans and T shirt on his own.  I realised that the picture
of him in her room hadn't done him justice.  His body was more firm,
muscular and chiseled than in the picture.  I too got rid of my clothes and
stood in my jockey.  Kajol looked at me with a look which said it all: `Is
that what you wanted Rahul, uncle?'  I nodded back, more excited than I
ever was in my life.

Kajol got down on her knees in front of Gaurav sitting on the sofa and
planted a kiss on his cock through his jockey.  I just stood there watching
them.  Oh, to be young again!  They looked so good and sexy.  She put her
fingers through the elastic and yanked down Gaurav's jockey and exposed his
cock.  No wonder I was so fascinated by his cock in the picture.  It was a
flawless specimen, straight, smooth and glistening with sweat.  Kajol
planted a kiss on the tip and I was filled with more erotic feelings than
when she did it to me.

"Tell me, Rahul" she turned to me, "Isn't Gaurav a darling?  Isn't his cock
so wonderful?  What would you like to do?"

"May I touch it?" I ventured.

"Sure" both of them replied in unison.

I had never seen another man naked let alone to touch his cock.  I had
already crossed a barrier regarding incestuous relationship with my own
niece.  Now, further erotic horizons waited for me to be crossed.  I moved
over to the sofa and sat next to Gaurav and extended my hand to touch his
cock.  The most exquisite sensation went through my loins when I gripped
it.  I took in its smoothness, fleshiness and shape.  I saw his large balls
hanging down and extended my fingers to touch him there and feel his pubes.
Kajol just watched us entranced.

"You love it, don't you, Rahul?" she asked me, as if she had suspected it
all along that there was more to her uncle's sexuality than merely fucking
her.

"Yes" I heard myself say, "Lately I have fantasized about it."

There it was then; out in the open.  Kajol wasn't shocked and gave me an
enticing smile.  She also mischievously winked at Gaurav and he winked back
to confirm that he was game.

"If it means so much to you, why don't you play with it a little?" she
asked.  In order to encourage me, she took out my own cock and played with
it.  That did it.  If I had any inhibitions about doing it with another
man, they melted with the feel of her lovely hands on my cock and balls.  I
felt Gaurav's cock and balls all over with my hand and stroked it this way
and that.

"Would you like to suck it?" Kajol cooed in my ear.

She must be a mind reader because that's what exactly I had been thinking
of.  She had, by that time, inserted a finger in my ass just the way I had
grown to like.

"Yes, but only if Gaurav isn't offended" I whispered back.

 She, then sat between Gaurav and I and stroked his cock and said, "Gaurav,
my uncle would like to suck your cock.  Is it alright, love?"

I closed my eyes and imagined him getting up in anger, putting on his
clothes and leaving.  But when I opened my eyes, I saw Gaurav planting a
kiss on Kajol's lips and saying, "Anything for you, darling."

Kajol then signaled to me and said, "Go ahead, Rahul, Gaurav is ready."

I got on my knees in front of them.  I glanced at Kajol with total
gratitude.  My niece had made all my fantasies come true and here I was
finally in a position to suck a man's cock.  I lowered my mouth on his cock
and sucked him.  My face was buried in his pubic hair and tickled my
nostrils.  I simply adored the musk of Gaurav's crotch and the taste of his
young flesh.  Kajol and Gaurav had resumed their kissing and it added to my
pleasure.  I moved my face up and down over his length, slurping it with my
lips and tongue.

"Oh, Rahul" said Gaurav, "You are perfect; where did you learn to suck like
this?"

I had my mouth full of cock and couldn't reply.  I increased my pace and
soon felt Gaurav's cock swelling in my mouth and then he exploded.  The
salty sweetness of his cum filled my mouth.  I continued sucking him and
swallowing his cum but soon I had to remove my mouth and some of his
balance cum fell on my cheeks and chin.

"Please, tell Rahul, where did you learn to suck like this?" Gaurav
insisted on an answer.

I looked at Kajol and saw the answer in her eyes and egged her on with my
eyes to tell him.

So, Kajol told him, "Actually, this was his first time.  He has only been
observing me sucking his cock and I have often given him the tips about
good sucking."

"Oh, Kajol, my love, you are a genius indeed" said Gaurav.

We broke for dinner even though dinner was not something important.  Gaurav
and I were totally naked whereas Kajol was still in her bra and panties.
What a lovely turn life had taken for me and all because of Kajol, my young
niece.  I realised that none of this would have been possible with Rani, my
wife.

After dinner, I thought of realising my next fantasy of guiding Gaurav's
cock into my beloved's pussy.  Kajol looked so lovely and vulnerable, and
yet innocent, whilst sucking Gaurav's cock and making it ready for action
again.  I kneaded her tits and even finger fucked her and soon got her to
shed her bra and panties.  Even though I had seen her bare breasts and
pussy a number of times in the past, every time the sight filled me up with
joyous satisfaction.  I had the most beautiful niece in the world and it
would be sexy indeed to see her making love to another man.  The voyeurism
of it sent a shudder down my spine.  Kajol obliged me by getting into a
doggie position, on all fours.  Somehow she managed to look sexy and
innocent even in that position as if what was happening was beyond her
control.  Gaurav got into a position behind her and at this juncture I held
his cock in my fingers and looked at Kajol's shapely behind.  It was
slightly difficult to find her pussy in this position but somehow I managed
to guide Gaurav's cock into her.  He gave a small push and was buried into
her.  I kissed Kajol's back approvingly and then got into a position in
front of her.  She didn't need to be told what to do since she took my cock
in her hand and inserted it in her mouth.  Both Gaurav and I started
fucking her in her mouth and cunt and it was a lovely seesaw sort of an
arrangement.  Every time Gaurav plunged, I was on my outward stroke and we
reversed it on the next stroke.  Slowly, we increased the pace of our
fucking her and all of us were now sweating, groaning and grunting quite
profusely.  I closed my eyes and imagined me in Kajol's position and
realised that I loved her so much that I would probably try that experience
too!  After all, since Kajol loved to suck my cock, I had now experienced
what it was to suck a man's cock.  Probably, later in the night, I could
coax Gaurav into fucking me in the ass as he was fucking Kajol.  If love is
all about sharing, there was nothing more left between Kajol and I to
share.

We took our fucking Kajol to a fever pitch and we timed it well since both
Gaurav and I ejaculated at the same time.  We hadn't planned it but at the
moment of eruption both of us took our cocks out and sprayed her bottom and
face with thick wads of whitish honey.

Afterwards we lay entwined in bed and I told Gaurav how much I had liked
both my sucking his cock and his fucking my niece.  I didn't know how to
broach the topic of Gaurav fucking me in my own ass, but once again Kajol
came to my rescue by saying, "Is there anything else that you would want us
to do, uncle, before aunty comes back from Delhi?"

"Yes, honey" I told her, "Uncle would very much like to experience what you
experienced when Gaurav fucked you."

"Oh, uncle" she cooed, "I love you so much.  Gaurav, did you hear that?"

However, Gaurav had gone to sleep and hence I fucked my niece once again,
this time in her beautiful cunt before going to sleep ourselves.  Gaurav's
fucking me in the ass, I thought, would have to await another day.

Kajol loved Gaurav very much and he was her age; but, in the night, it was
against me that she snuggled and went to sleep.  Little daughters, I mused,
always felt safe with their papas.