A Rimming for His Niece [F/M] [Ass play] [uncle + niece] [Incest]? [OC]

I wake up with a splitting headache. I never did get that glass of water after I got up for a piss last night.

My heart sinks a little as I recall unintentionally eavesdropping on my just-turned-18 niece Jane late last night as I was passing her room and heard her play with herself while coaxing her imaginary lover to rim her out, while she masturbated with a vibrator in real life. Moments later, I heard my name and realized she was actually fantasizing about me, and despite all good judgment, I jacked myself off in my boxers standing right outside her door. I came hard visualizing licking out a teenage girl’s ass.

Anyway, I came hard in my shorts and hustled back to my room to clean up, then was worried I might run into her in the corridor so never made it down to the kitchen. My God, I had no inkling she harbored such thoughts about me. Truly, I’m still hoping it was from all the wine and brandy we had last night on our special dinner for a belated celebration of her 18th birthday.

So here I am the next morning, in my over-bright bedroom on the Riviera, hungover and parched, smelling faintly of crusted semen. After ruining my boxers with my cum last night, I dashed back into my room and changed into a fresh pair but was too tired and alcohol-addled to wash up. It would have been easy enough to do using the bidet, but that wasn’t where my mind was.

“Knock, knock!” Fuck. Jane is at my door. How can she be up so early? She had as much to drink last night as I did. But she’s a wisp of a girl, and I’m a grown man.

“Uncle Tommy? May I come in? I have an OJ for you!”

“Uh, just a sec, honey.” I pull the coverlet over my morning erection—at 52 years old, I’m always happy to see my guy still perky in the AM, but maybe not as glad today. Shit, I hope I don’t smell like sex. “OK, come on in.”

“Good morning, sleepy head.” In her hand, she has a huge glass of orange juice—for which I am instantly grateful—and a radiant smile on her face. “I thought you might need to hydrate,” she says with an endearing smirk. She hands me the glass and stands by my bed to watch me as I gulp it down.

As I drink the juice, in spite of myself, I take note of her delectable form, still clad in what she must have slept in—a thin cotton camisole top that don’t hide her perky nipples and low-slung figure-hugging stretch boy shorts that cover her hips yet somehow accentuates every detail—her flat tummy, her apple-shaped bottom, a hint of camel toe. I can detect the light scent of sleep emanating from her—a mix of nighttime perspiration and the sweet smell of young pussy that’s been played with and left to simmer all night. And God knows, the aroma between her ass cheeks must be amazing. Just imagining that, my cock perks up a little more underneath my cover.

Fuck! What am I thinking? After three years of not seeing my family since we live on different continents, my baby niece Jane and I had such a great reunion yesterday. I was so relishing spending a week with her before she headed down to Barcelona for her gap year as an au pair, before starting college next year at Berkeley. Everything was going just great, until I got up in the middle of the night and heard Jane masturbating in her room as I walked past.

And even that would not have been noteworthy until I heard her moan about getting her ass eaten out, and finally calling out my name as she orgasmed, hard. I do think if I had heard her moan about getting her pussy licked, I would have just kept going. I had absolutely no designs on my niece, but I am a bona fide anal addict, so this revelation is difficult to put out of mind. I’m not sure I can safely house her for 6 more days, now. Again, fuck!!

“So, what do you have planned for me today??” She asks as she flexes at the hips to sit on the edge of my bed, not 18 inches from me. Just before she perches her round butt on my mattress, I catch sight of the boy shorts riding up her ass in slow motion, just clearing the bottom rim of her ass cheeks. Oh, my fucking God. You see, my niece is blessed with slim hips and the juiciest bubble butt. Definitely business in the front, party in the back. And her boy-cut shorts must be wedged into her girl gash because I can smell her pussy even more strongly. She wouldn’t know, but I have an unusually keen sense of smell. The whole thing is making my head spin, so I close my bloodshot eyes (I assume they must be bloodshot) and gulp down the rest of my juice, thankful for the strong citrus essence masking the cock-swelling aroma wafting towards me.

Finally, somewhat hydrated and relatively composed, I re-open my eyes, smile my good-uncle smile, and reply, “Whatever you want, sweetheart. What would you like to do?”

“Well, right now I’m making you a traditional American breakfast, so don’t lie in too long! Then maybe we can go down to the old village and pick up goodies for lunch. And in the afternoon, I was thinking the beach or the pool?” She asks hopefully. “Unless you have work to do…”

“No, no work. Except for a couple of calls, I cleared the week to spend with you.” She beams upon hearing this. “When is breakfast ready, miss?”

She smiles broadly and replies, “20 minutes. Chop chop!!”

With that, she kisses me on the cheek, stands up, takes the empty glass, walks out of my room, and closes the door behind her. Groaning inside, I watch her leave, her boy bottom clinging to the cleft between her legs and the roundest part of each butt cheek, so that a good part of her juicy ass is peeking out. I have to wonder—knowing that she was fantasizing about me last night—is this for my benefit? Or is she just being a natural 18-yr-old, relaxing at home with a trusted family member?

Fuck, I feel like such an old perv. I groan out loud and collapse back onto the bed, pulling a pillow over my face with one hand, as my other hand reaches for my cock and fondle it yet again. It’s still a little gummy from my cum last night. Fuck me, that ass…

+ + +

I wasn’t intending to jack off again, but once I started, I had to finish. Fuck. My head is pounding, and so is my cock. I hated myself for the visions passing in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t stop remembering Jane’s sweet ass in her tiny shorts and her perky tits, forming two small upward-tilting peaks underneath her camisole top.

I’m a sucker for tiny tits. Literally, as in, I love to suck on them, especially as I’m fondling a woman’s dripping pussy or sweet ass. Or best of all, taking a woman from behind and tweaking her nipple. Small-breasted women have very sensitive nipples. I’ve had lovers who can cum just from light nipple and clit play.

Giving in to my masturbatory fantasy mind, I work the length of my cock, thinking about licking Jane’s tight wink for a good, long while, before rubbing my man meat in the crevice of her ass, using my saliva as lube. Oh God, I love rimming out a woman. I love everything about it—the aroma, the visual, the plush buttock flesh against my cheekbones, the grip of my hands on the warm hips, the sensation of the papery skin of the outer crater on my tongue, then the smooth rubbery sensation on the inside of the anal ring. I love how a woman will always press her succulent behind back into my face while I eat out her ass, especially when I wet-suck on her rosebud.

And it’s thrilling how the anus expands to accommodate whatever it’s being fed—fingertip, tongue, toy, cock—yet will snap back, especially on a younger woman, or on a virgin ass hole, a few of which I’ve had the good fortune to initiate. I love when that most powerful of muscles squeezes my tongue, or my fingers, or cock, when the woman orgasms, and her ass muscles helplessly convulse around whatever it’s hugging. As long as I live, I will never tire of this.

I also love how a well-fucked anus will stay open for a few moments after my cock is withdrawn—in a loosened O like a little mouth before closing up again. Sometimes if I have my timing right, I can even slip my tongue inside the spongy lifesaver and explore the edges before it snaps shut again around my tongue tip. So yes, I am a total ass man.

The image that finally sends me over the edge this morning is when, in my fantasy, I mash Jane’s ass globes together to “titty-fuck” them, pressing tantalizingly firmly against her crater with my glistening cock head in each upward movement, before depositing a pearly load on her tailbone and the crests of her buttocks.

Then gravity does its work, and I would watch as my semen trickles down over her saliva-covered anus towards her pussy lips. In the fantasy, Jane reaches back and gently presses some of my cum into her ass with a slim fingertip, as she gives me a tender look and a sweet smile. Fuck, what a dirty old man I am. I groan again, and not from ecstasy. Oh Jane, why did you have to call out my name last night!?!

My second sullied pair of boxers within 8 hours stripped off, I take a quick shower, feeling like a real heel as I stand underneath the strong jets, but at the same time revitalized from the new desire coursing through my blood. But time’s a-ticking, and I don’t want to be late for Jane’s breakfast invitation, so I don’t shave and just throw on some (well-fitting) briefs, light pants, and a worn T-shirt. I feel halfway normal now. After some strong coffee and a good breakfast, I should be right as rain. I hope. And hey, is that bacon?

+ + +

“Is that bacon I smell?!” I ask incredulously as I reach the bottom step of the stairs.

“Yes!! Mom froze it and had me ferry it over.” Jane grins at me happily. She’s a sight in her skimpy jammies with an apron thrown on top. If anything, the covered front only accentuates the back more. She’s a whirling dervish of activity and probably doesn’t realize her short shorts have ridden up to expose the bottom third of her butt cheeks. It’s not her fault; the shorts have no hope of staying put on that apple bottom.

I can feel my cock perking up again inside my snug briefs. Jesus. I must have some coffee and clear my head. I pour a cup and sit down, to collect myself and also to cover my semi-erection. My God, what a beautiful girl. It wasn’t like this yesterday, even though we are the same people as then.

Thankfully, Jane proudly announces breakfast is ready and serves us both. The distraction is welcome, and the carby/fatty breakfast is just the cure for my hangover. I feel better… except every time Jane gets up to walk to the stove. She pulls the shorts over her buttocks, but they don’t stay in place. She’s all tiny tits and bubble butt, and sitting right next to me, I can smell her intoxicating aroma.

All kinds of images are going through my mind—like having her in my lap so I can rub her ass over my hard-on while I fondle her nipples, burying my face in her neck to deeply inhale her scent of a beautiful teenager. Or propping her up on all fours on my butcher block so I can lick out her ass. I can easily spend half the day doing that. I’m still wondering if she would have a ginger crotch. See what one hint of a woman wishing me to rim her does to me?? I’m an utter addict. Ruined.

Breakfast consumed, Jane announces she will go shower so we can have our morning outing. Again, I’m thankful for the diversion and offer to clean up. She hustles up the stairs, and I don’t even follow with my eyes, fearing my lecher’s eyes would betray me. I might lose it at the sight of her delectable peaches making their way up the stairs.

By 10am, we are ready to face the day and go into the village to do some shopping, today being market day. Things feel pretty much normalized, for which I am relieved. We have a nice lunch at home then repair to our rooms to have a short rest while the sun is at its height. I’m exhausted from last night and the ensuing shenanigans—albeit one-sided and mostly in my mind—and manage to catch a nap.

+ + +

After an early dinner out and relaxing in front of the TV so Jane can practice her French comprehension, we retire to our rooms. After last night’s excess and antics, I crash out right away. I sleep a dreamless slumber until, just as I told Jane, the first crack of thunder sounded right around 3am. It wakes me momentarily, but I fall back asleep. I actually love sleeping through rainstorms. I also love fucking during strong rainstorms. Something about the cries of pleasure being drowned out by thunder and rain. Very romantic. Very erotic.

Not 15 minutes later, my door creaks open. Jane has come to my room. She whispers, “Uncle Tommy, I’m terrified of thunder! I’m coming in, OK??” Thank Christ I had the forethought to put some light PJ bottoms on this time.

It’s kind of not OK but I answer, “Sure, honey. Plenty of room here.” It’s true the bed is plenty big. My bed is actually two Euro twins pushed together to approximate an American king. So technically, we’re on separate beds. Still, though. It’s vaguely disturbing to have my nubile niece in my bedroom in the dead of night, especially given all that’s gone through my pervy head since the night before. Thankfully, she doesn’t know what I know, what I heard.

Jane quietly installs herself on the other side. I tell her “Sleep well,” then I make myself to go back to sleep. It’s distracting enough to have another person in the room with me, in my bed. To top it off, she must have showered before bed and smells amazing. Clean, girly, sweet. Fuccckkk. But I do manage to go back to sleep, the rain and thunderclaps actually helping.

I sleep through and only start dreaming just before dawn. With the morning hormonal surge, of course, it’s an erotic dream. I dream about spooning with a beautiful, fragrant woman, her ass snuggled onto my hard morning cock. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so it’s a delicious dream.

Only problem is, I slowly come to awareness and find I am actually spooning with a beautiful, fragrant woman—my niece Jane. She must have worked her way towards my side as she slept. She is again clad in her minuscule sleep clothes and with her knees drawn halfway towards her chest, her short-shorts ride up her buttocks, such that her bared half cheeks are pressed onto my crotch.

I check to see if she’s awake, but she literally sleeps like a teenager, dead to the world. I don’t dare move. I can’t push her back to her side without waking her, and I can’t move any more to my edge since we’re both on my single mattress. I could just get up, but the room is cold after the night’s rain. I just lie there, a million thoughts going through my mind. My superego tells me either I get up right now, or else.

Right at that moment, Jane moans deeply in her sleep and presses her ass even more firmly onto my man pouch and throws her top leg over mine. Fuck! I am more than half hard now, my cock free to perk up in my loose—and thin—PJ bottom. I am desperately thinking about baseball, grandmothers, Chernobyl… anything.

I gingerly put my hand on her hip to try to nudge her off. Well, I don’t know what she’s dreaming about, but she takes my hand and wraps my arm around her waist, anchoring my hand on her torso, just below her breasts, and places her sleep-warm hand over mine. So essentially, I am trapped under my teen niece, my cock snug between the cheeks of her juicy ass, my hand an inch from her breasts. Then, to top it off, she gently moans, “Mmmm… I love you, Uncle Tommy…” and sighs contentedly. I’m left to wonder if she is semi-conscient or dreaming.

I lie there for a good ten minutes, simultaneously debating what to do, waiting for an opportune transition, as well as willing my cock to stand down. I have to remind myself to breathe. It was exhausting. Finally, I feel Jane stir, and I can tell by her halting movements that she is slowly waking. Panicked, I close my eyes and feign sleep. My cock is still half hard, though. *Note to self: sleep in briefs while sexy niece is in the house.

I observe her stealthily removing her leg off mine. I can tell she’s debating her next move. I assumed she would remove my hand from her torso next. But… she doesn’t. She squeezes my hand more tightly and wedges her ass hard onto my cock. Oh, my fucking God. My cock, of course, responds immediately. I have been horny for more than 24 hours, and it’s more than a man can bear.

She proceeds to gently gyrate her hips into my crotch and rub her back into my chest like a little kitten, and last but not least draws my hand higher to her sweet breast. She sighs deeply and slipping my eyes partly open, I see she’s biting her lower lip in erotic rapture. I decide it’s time to call a time-out in the kindest way possible.

I feign slowly coming to alertness. Pulling my hand off her chest, I say, “Uh Jane, you’re on my side, honey.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You feel so good, though…” She presses her ass into me again as she half turns to give me an apologetic smile and, with her hand still on mine that was pulling away, she installs my hand on her hip now.

“I need to get up.” I don’t want to hurt her feelings and say I don’t think this is right. She’s smart. She knows it’s not kosher.

“No, please, stay just a little longer. It feels so good to cuddle with you. I love you so much, Uncle Tommy. More than you know.” Well, I have a small idea, sweet niece.

“I’d bet you’ve shared this bed with so many beautiful women,” she purrs. “I get a little jealous thinking about it.”

“*You*, are a beautiful girl. Well, a beautiful young woman. You don’t have anything to be jealous of. Believe me.” No, really, believe me.

“Uncle Tommy, you’ll think I’m very wicked. I… I fantasize about having my ass played with… licked.” As she mutters this to me, she’s still insisting her ass into my crotch. “I have to confess I want to have that done for me sometime. I’ve even tried to hint to my boyfriends, but they’re clueless. Am I bad?”

What can I say? That it’s one of the most pleasurable acts two people can share and makes me weak in the knees. I have languished through questionable relationships due to my love of a woman’s backside. And yes, you are a bad, bad girl… bewitchingly so.

But I take the high road and say, sounding like a health education instructor, “Well, I’d say if you’re not harming anyone or yourself, I don’t think anything we want to do with our bodies for pleasure is bad.” Of course, the moment I say that, I realize I’m leaving my words wide open for interpretation.

“Mmmmm, I agree.” She stops talking for a moment, so I cast a glance down at her. Her nipples are rock hard, and she’s rubbing her thighs hard together, her top hand squeezing her knee hard. I wonder if that’s because she wants to bring her hand to her pussy to rub it. Her eyes are closed, her lips are slightly parted, and she’s lightly panting.

“Mmmmmmm, Uncle Tommy, can I ask you… don’t be mad… will you do that for me…? She asks while still shimmying her body against mine, breathing faster.

“Baby, you know that’s not right.”

“Please? I mean, I really want to know what it’s like, and soon. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, ever since my 18th birthday, when I first heard of it. I can’t get it out of my head.” She turns to me and added, “I’d rather try it and get it out of my system with someone who cares about me.” My, my, fresh high school grad and already an operator.

“It’s definitely something to experience with someone you care about. It can’t be me, though.”

“I dunno know, Uncle Tommy… I think if you really believed that, you wouldn’t still be lying there right behind me.” She looks back at me again with a teasing, loving smirk. She’s got me there. And yes, her juicy ass is still firmly pressed against my cock, which is by now unapologetically hard. It’s immensely pleasurable and for a moment, I cannot move.

But, my hand is still on her hip so I do manage to gently push her away from me. She rolls onto her back and props up on her elbows, a pose which sets off her perky tits, and pouts, “Oh, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, honey. You’re young and wild, and I love that about you.” I smile at her ruefully.

“So, you’re really not going to help me out, Uncle Tommy? I’m going to have to get some nice Catalonian or Spaniard to satisfy my curiosity? My craving, actually?” She asks. I certainly understanding the craving.

“What can I tell you? I don’t think I’m the guy for this job.” I half-smile and shake my head sheepishly.

“I dare you…” She grins, prodding my lower leg with a pretty foot. God, she’s so adorable flirting like that. A cock tease in training.

“Very funny. Don’t start.” I grin back, happy that we’re joking about it. I’m going to find out in a second how wrong I was there.

“So, you’re saying, if I pull down my shorts right now, you’re not going to do it?” I notice she never actually names the act. Lick her ass. Rim her out. Oh God, what am I thinking.

“Just maybe don’t do that.” Meanwhile my cock is very hard, a fact which I’m sure has not escaped my observant niece’s attention.

And wouldn’t you know it, my girl presses up to her knees, and keeping her eyes on me, hooks her thumbs in the sides her short shorts and slowly rolls them down. She pauses for a second when they’re right at her crotch line, as if she’s debating a last-second abort-mission. I wish she would abandon, and yet I kind of don’t. And for the second time since dawn, I am transfixed and cannot move.

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But it was literally for just a second that she pauses, before soldiering on and pushing her shorts down past mid-thigh. I don’t want to look down, but of course, I do. In the early morning light, I can see that my lovely niece’s pale crotch is nearly completely landscaped except for a small strip of red hair on her mound. And I can definitely smell her pussy now. My God. I feel literally undone. She’s like a young goddess. Perfect and spectacular.

I know the thing to do would be to yank her shorts back up for her, jump into the shower, run out of the room, anything. But, in truth, I missed my window half an hour ago. Like she pointed out: I’m still here.

She doesn’t say a word, slowly turns around on her knees, and moves forward a bit to lean her elbows on the low headboard. Can you imagine what I’m looking at right now? A beautiful young woman in my big white bed—the site of much debauchery—with her bottoms pulled down and her plush, mouthwatering backside presented to me. Finally, she looks over her shoulder and entreats, “Please, I just want to see what it’s like.”

I can just stay rooted here all morning in this state of paralysis, or I can move forward. I know I won’t retreat. It’s truly past that point. In my mind, I justify by telling myself that I’m taking one for the team, so that my beloved niece won’t have to roam the cafés of Barcelona looking for someone willing to rim her. But let’s face it, I just want to. I’m dying to. Sample her ass, that is.

Feeling extreme excitement and (less) extreme conflict, I go on my knees on the bed as well and make my way to her. Jane half closes her eyes and sounds a light gasp in anticipation. I place the backs of my hands on each of her inner thighs to gently nudge them slightly more apart. Then I place my hands on the bottom edges of her buttocks. Fuck, her ass is amazing.

My eyes gaze fixedly at the center of her ass cleft as my thumbs peel her apple cheeks more open, exposing her immaculate pucker. Jane whimpers slightly, feeling her most intimate crevice on display. Fuccckkk. I can feel my cock leaking precum and looking down, I see the moisture already seeping through the thin fabric.

With any other lover, I would just get in there and start going to town. But this is my niece, it’s her first time getting rimmed, and I’m meant to just give her a taste (well, she’s giving me a taste). I’m not there to make love to her outright. Wait, what’s the difference? I don’t even know any more.

I lean in give one exploratory lick, at the same time inhaling her intoxicating aroma—the aroma of a teen ass that was showered the night before but has been next to a pussy dreaming of sex all night. She groans loudly, “Oh, my God! Jesus. Please keep going, mmmm…”

So, I keep going, pervert that I am. I wrap my hands around the fronts of her thighs and continue to lick her out. For now, I just use my tongue and keep my lips out of it. Somehow, I feel like just the tongue is more “chaste.” I know, twisted.

“Oh my God, Uncle Tommy, that feels amazing. Please don’t ever stop. Oh, Jesus. I will always want this.” I know, baby, it’s addicting. Although her proclamation of always wanting this doesn’t bode well for her remaining five days. This, I think to myself as I continue to rim her out.

The fresh smell of her pussy is driving me crazy, and I have to remind myself that I have not been asked to lick her pussy, just her ass. Because, you know, usually my tongue would be all over that real estate. While I’m wrestling with my boundaries, Jane is quite vocal about her satisfaction with this trial. Her hand has crept to her pussy, working her clit with a practiced rhythm.

The sane man in me thinks that is surpassing the “just a taste” stage and definitely moving into the “having sex” stage. But the self-serving horndog in me is loving licking her out, and in spite of myself, my lips have entered the game and I’ve started lightly sucking on her tangy star and catching a taste of pussy juice, too—without actually licking her pussy, just whatever is creaming down her perineum and traveling my way. My God, she smells and tastes so good.

As Jane is working her clit more intently, I am also squeezing my cock through my pants. Mostly to alleviate the pressure. I don’t intend to ejaculate during this session. This is all about Jane.

“Oh God, Uncle Tommy, I’m gonna cum, OK? I’m sorry, I didn’t plan to go this far. I was going to finish on my own. But I’m gonna finish with you licking me, OK…?” She asks anxiously. She sounds desperate.

I lift up my face from her backside long enough to reply, “It’s OK, baby, you can finish.” We’ve gotten this far, she may as well. Wouldn’t want her feeling like she got half the service.

“Oh God, it feels so good… it’s better than I could possibly have imagined… thank you so much…” she mumbles as she bucks her hips in my face. “Oh, fuc… I’m cumming… oh god, mmmmmm…”

She comes hard on my face, and as my reward, I get to feel her tight star twitch repeatedly on my tongue as she climaxes. Fuccckkk, I live for this. I soften my tongue and keep it in place for her, for her pleasure. As the waves of her climax subside, she’s still rubbing her crack on my tongue.

Finally, she’s calm again, and we withdraw from each other. “Mmmmmm, that was amazing, Uncle Tommy,” she whispers. “Thank you…” Uh, you’re welcome. She collapses onto the bed and curls up into a ball, her sleep shorts still above her knees, making her look like a centerfold model. I pull the cover over her tasty body.

She looks at me with tenderness in her eyes and glances down at my insistent crotch. “What about you?”

“I’m fine. Can I go shower now, Miss?” I grin at her. I definitely will have to rub one out in the shower.

She grins back then sighs out happily before letting her eyes drape closed. “I love you, Uncle Tommy…”

I love you, too, baby.

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