Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 08:36:07 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Who Needs Viagra part four Who Needs Viagra part four When we returned from the beach and while the kids showered I told Ellie about the little knee rubbing our niece had given my dick. "It was no accident, honey; she kept pressing there and she knew what she was doing to me." "Why don't you call your brother? Tell him what happened. See what he says. I got a feeling we might be in for a surprise." Ellie always had good advice and I saw no reason not to follow this one. I got on the phone and after some chit chat about the weather and the kids I told my brother what his lovely daughter had done. "That sounds just like her. She's developed into a little vixen, Greg. I watch her little body prance around the house all the time. Better look out! "What?" "Sounds like she wants to get it on with you, bro." "Peter, she's only thirteen. She's my niece. We're talking about your daughter!" "I know Gregory-boy. I know," he replied in a tone that was full of suggestive innuendo. "Are you suggesting?..." "Nothing, brother." Nothing my ass, I thought. I mused on what my brother was telling me. I couldn't quite get my head around it all at once. I heard myself murmur into the phone: "She's beautiful and sexy. Like her mother" remembering that I had fucked her mother a dozen times at least. "Go for it dude." he said in a low but firm voice that was shaded with regret. No doubt he was remembering his wife also. Funny, he also said "go for it" the first time I laid his wife. Before hanging up we made arrangements for him to come down in a few days. Ellie was glad. I filled in the part of the call she didn't hear while I caressed her wonderful tits, while I rubbed my cock against her ass. "Oh, baby. You realize? He's practically told you to go ahead and fuck her, Greg. That Peter! I bet he's fucked her himself. I wouldn't put it past him. He's pimping his own daughter to you. God! I can't wait for him to get here!" "Yeah. And I can't wait to lay his daughter." Ellie and I set about to make the evening as wonderfully erotic as possible. We fixed our large living room with more silk pillows, dozens of scented candles, some of my wife's soft stuffed animals, some pornographic magazines, whatever else we could to set the right mood. The evening air was balmy and the night moonlit so we left the glass doors to the terrace open for the view and the scent of the jasmine. Then we took a long warm shower together and applied scented oil over every part of our body. We let the kids order a take out and of course it was pizza. Since we knew wine was an optional choice for them at home I opened the best bottle we had. While I poured Ellie announced that clothing would be optional also this evening, our way of getting used to being naked for the trip to the nude beach tomorrow. Did they wanted to go? You can guess their response. And it was enthusiastic! On the cd player the sitar music softy wafted through the room. They removed the few skimpy items they wore and used the scented oils offered, paying special attention to their genitals. My wife and I got naked under their close inspection. We asked Jane to stand before us so we could admire and praise her glorious body. In the golden light of the candles our darling niece resembled--no, surpassed--every nubile maiden we'd ever see in magazines or the net. From her braided auburn hair to her perfectly manicured toenails there wasn't one blemish or item out of perfection. Spontaneously she began to sway to the music. What lovely views we had of her tits and ass, of her lovely little mound, the cleft moist, the downy pubic hair barely visible in the candle light. I wished the camera was handy but I had no desire to break the mood. "Dance with her Oliver," my wife prompted her nephew. Indeed, Oliver, dance. Add your slim body to this incredible sight! He got up and they joined hands, brother and sister improvised movements that simultaneously were innocent and erotic. I kept their glasses filled with wine from which they would sip from but not break contact. They knew without being told what we wanted to see. Gradually their movements became more sexual. They kissed. They embraced. Their tongues played a duel of arousal. Their hands moved lower and we could see Oliver's grasp on his sister's ass cheeks, spreading them, turning them to face us, her little clam just barely visible, and above, the circle of her anus. Between their bodies the boy's dick was up hard and straight. Our view from the couch was like having two reserved seats in a show of adolescent pornography. The line that marked a social taboo had been crossed. Ellie leaned into me and massaged all my right parts as I played with her magnificant tits and fingerd are cunt. It was an invitation to the kids. They came over and knelt before us. I felt a surge in my groin and my cockhead flared when I contemplated where I would penetrate them first. I could see their innocent face covered in my thick white cum. From the moment I shed my shorts and shirt Jane's blue eyes, as if magnetized, were focused on my cock. "Go ahead sweetie, look. Isn't it beautiful?" my wife's husky, aroused voice asked her niece. There was a pause of sighs and breathy sounds. "I've sucked it sooo many times..." Ellie declared dreamily, "you...you, can suck it too, honey." Jane made girlish sounds while her lips parted, her eyes fixed. My cock seemed to actually physically feel her admiring gaze, as if her sight alone had the power to make me cum. Oliver smiled and his tongue wet his lower lip. He looked virginal, but that was deceptive. I slid forward and opened my legs wider. The invitation was accepted. The kids knelt against me, their eyes facinated and admiring, their warm and eager hands petting and caressing my rigid cock. The twins were comparing notes, evaluating me compared to their father. "His is a little bigger, you think?" Oliver asked his sister. She agreed. How true I knew this to be. As kids my younger brother and I had constantly compared our hard dicks and his was smaller, but never by very much. I knew his as well as I knew my own. By the time I was seventeen I was a bit over seven inches and Peter a tad under. There we remained in relative size relationship to this day. "Why don't you put it in your mouth and see?" was his Jane's helpful suggestion. "It should feel like daddy's, you can compare that way." Oh, please do Oliver, please! Put it in your mouth! I can't wait for you father to get here. I want to see you suck your own father: suck him, as I used to. As he sucked me. His young son leaned forward and his sister held my cock out toward his lips. end part 4 I always am interested in your reaction and suggestions. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Regards, Julian