I have to confess to feeling considerable relief when she was done; I'd been half-afraid that simply hearing that I desired her and her sisters would be ALL that she'd notice, and not the rest of it. But she'd listened to everything I'd said, and used her own experience and learning to understand what was going on — and found it acceptable.
After another couple of minutes had gone by, Donna told me 'Uncle Ted… if you wanted to…
you know, sometimes… it would be okay with me if you… if you wanted to let your caveman out first, a little bit. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, or want to do anything more than I wanted you to — and it would make me feel like you really do like for us to do things with each other. I think Karen might like it, too… and maybe even Wendy.'
Hearing that from her brought joy to my heart, for a couple of reasons. First, it told me that she really was okay with the idea that I found her physically attractive, if she was willing to let me be the one to initiate intimacy between us. Second, there had been times when I'd wanted to be the one to put my hand on one of their breasts, or even get them naked and have the pleasure of enjoying the feel of their young bodies while bringing them pleasure. Now, with her words, Donna was telling me that she would actually like for me to such things — at least, with her, and probably with Karen, as well. The idea that even beautiful Wendy might be agreeable left me speechless for several seconds, before I got my wits together enough to answer 'I'd like that, sweetheart. Not all the time, or anything like that… but
I went off into a fantasy about having Karen on my lap, and slowly teasing her into letting me bring her to an orgasm — only to have it stop suddenly with the realization that I had the delectable bundle of Donna right there in bed with me… and that she'd already expressed a desire for us to become more intimate. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to take the initiative in our relationship for a little while.
A couple of soft nudges of her hip with my hand got Donna to roll over onto her back; I quickly got on my side, and propped my body up with my elbow so that I could look down at her. Her lovely green eyes looked up at me with trust and confidence, and I happily lowered my head to kiss her. Her return kiss was eager and loving, and the two of us continued to exchange a number of kisses that grew in affection and desire. Our tongues were a couple of snakes wrestling in each others mouths when I put my hand on my niece's stomach — the softly dragged my fingertips in lazy circles on her abdomen and across the upper slopes of her breasts before finally spiralling in to cup her young mammary in my hand. As I gently squeezed its firm mass, I used my thumb to circle and tease her areola and nipple — and felt as both responded to my touch.
While Donna and I continued to exchange kisses and duel tongues, I delighted in moving my hand from one of her girlish orbs to the other, and back again, delicately caressing their smooth surface and patiently bringing the peaks of both to stand proud from their surroundings.
Having accomplished that, I began kissing my niece places other than her soft, pink lips: her eyes, her cheeks, the tip of her nose… and then expanding my efforts to include the lobes of her ears, her neck and throat, and her slender shoulders — followed by tenderly kissing her flawless skin, and 'biting' at it with my lips as I traced a circuitous and indirect path that ended only when I fastened my lips on the protrusion of one of her areolas, and its nipple. Softly sucking on it as I twirled her rubbery nipple with my tongue, I heard her release a soft moan of pleasure and passion.
When I was satisfied that I had them as erect as I could, I shifted my attentions to the summit of her other breast, and gladly brought it to the same condition with the accompaniment of Donna's increasing moans.
It was only a few minutes' 'work' to get the ends of both of her mounds hard, and faintly glistening with my saliva. My next considered action was to begin placing my open mouth over random places on her breasts, and softly trying to suck them in; as I was engaged in that task, I slowly and carefully moved my body over hers. When she felt one of my legs between hers, Donna groaned softly as she eagerly moved her legs apart to make room for mine. Positioned and ready to continue, I gradually shifted my attentions lower and lower on her body — from the firm symbols of her femininity to her stomach, then belly; next was the smooth expanse of her abdomen, and the landmark of her cute navel. When my mouth reached that lonely terrain feature, I delighted in kissing and licking it; and even sucking on it, to her vocal appreciation.
My nose told me that I was having the desired effect on her — I didn't have any trouble detecting the perfume of her increasing pleasure, and that gave me the impetus to continue my journey. My lips found the hair on her pelvis to be soft and fine, and I was more than willing to slow my advances so that I could softly pull on it with my lips. Another minute, and I had reached my goal — the mound of her sex, and particularly the lower half of it, between her smooth thighs.
I noticed that since the first time I'd seen her, her pubic fleece had not only filled in some more, but also covered more of her pelvis. It still wasn't so thick, though, that I had any problem seeing the skin underneath, or the cleft of her sex. When she felt my breath tickling the hairs of her lower mons, Donna quickly brought her knees up and spread them — not only opening herself to me, but tilting her pelvis up, and giving me a better view of what I'd wanted to look at since the first time I'd seen her nude.
With her spread before me like that, I didn't have any trouble seeing that her labia were thin, and almost delicate in appearance. They were slightly dark with her arousal, and the area between them was already glistening with the overflow of her essence. Visually tracing them upwards, I saw how they flowed together at the hood of her clitoris — which was already starting to pull back, exposing the precious nubbin it guarded.
As close as I was to the source, the pleasant aroma of her arousal was enough to make my mouth water in anticipation of finally being able to get the full flavor of her. When I couldn't fight it any longer, I gave in to the desire to bring my head forward; extending my tongue, I slipped the tip of it into the bottom of her cleft, and then slowly eased it upwards — across the entrance to her vagina, then between the petals of her labia, and ending the journey with a soft pass across her clitoris. When I'd started, she began to moan; but as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, she was releasing a deep and impassioned groan of obvious excitement.
The fluids that I'd collected proved to be a treasure for my taste buds — her oils were thin and light, their flavor fresh and pleasantly tangy. The second pass of my tongue through the valley formed by the ridges of her mons took a little longer, due to my desire to collect as much of her essence as I could along the way. When I got to her clitoris, I spent a few seconds gently flicking my tongue across it as she again groaned her appreciation, and arched her pelvis up in invitation for me to continue.
She proved to be a willing and eager recipient of my oral attentions; it took just a very few minutes for me to get her as aroused as I'd ever seen her. Always careful to pay attention to how she reacted, I patiently tried a number of different things with her to find out what she might like, and how best to do the ones that she responded to. Over the course of the next several minutes, I learned that she appreciated everything that I did to and with her; but that circling her clitoris with my tongue between bouts of rhythmically pressing on it dramatically increased her arousal and pleasure — as did the feeling of the tip of my tongue against her opening when I would collect the tasty juices that continually escaped her virginal sheath.
It pleased me immensely to raise her excitement and arousal slowly, because it give me more time to enjoy what I was doing to, and with, her. Moving my arms to her sides, I was able to reach up and take her breasts in my hands; as I tenderly ministered to them, Donna had her hands on my forearms, her grip on me letting me know that the added stimulation was appreciated.
Still, I
and we could continue with her learning to use her mouth on me… perhaps even while letting me continue my feast between her firm thighs.
With that in mind, I slightly increased the rate that I was moving her toward release; it took little more than a couple more minutes before I felt her begin to tense up before the start of her orgasm.
The tip of my tongue was slowly fluttering across the entrance to her vagina when I felt her hands grip my forearms harder than I thought she even could grip me as she arched her back with the beginning of her climax. I felt her vaginal opening clench underneath my tongue, and simply HAD to pull my head back to watch as it went through a series of extended 'winks' at me in time with the spasms running through her body; each time her opening relaxed, a small trickle of her oils would be released for me to quickly lap up before withdrawing so that I could watch as she repeated the cycle. I suspect that I was prolonging her orgasm, but she was simply too damn
