It had been several years since I had made a tradition of helping my niece, Tena, around Christmas. Either at her parties, wrapping gifts, or doing repairs at her house. This year would be the first in eleven years that we would not be together.

Tena and her husband had departed the day before Christmas on a cruise to Cozumel. They had been having problems and were trying to renew the spark between them. Tena had confided in me that her husband had not been interested sexually in several months. That was after that first Christmas party that Tena and I had gotten carried away and had been having wild and passionate sex ever since.

So, I guess you could blame a lot of the problem on me. Since we had been, well, fucking  every chance we could, she had lost interest in him. But the wheels of life turn, and they wanted to try to work on their relationship. Can't say I blamed them.

Tena and I spent hours on the phone the week before talking about all of that, and I did my best to assure her that she was doing the right thing.

“Uncle Terry,” she whispered, “ I just don't want to lose what we share. It's always so good with you.”

“Don't worry, Baby Girl,” I said, using the nickname I gave her, “I will always come running when you want me.”

She had asked me, the day before they departed, to check up on her kids for her, to make sure that they were okay. I promised that I would, and I planned to keep that promise.

Her oldest was Brittney, or Brit for short. Sixteen, going on thirty, she was very responsible for her age. Her mom trusted her to babysit her younger brother while they were away, “Call them or, you know, just pop in on them a time or two.”

Tena and her hubby had been gone for three days, and I was going to be in the neighborhood, so I was going to run by to see how they were. It's not that they were bad kids; Tena just wanted to be sure they were still breathing.

There was a strange car in the driveway when I pulled up. Just a piece of shit Altima that had seen its better days. Probably one of Brit's friends, I figured.

I knocked on the door and waited, knocking again after a long minute. There was no loud music or party sounds.”Not like a sixteen-year-old girl,” I thought as Brit finally answered the door.

“Uncle T,” she squealed,  bouncing into a big hug, “I wasn't expecting you.”

“Whose car?” I asked, motioning to the Nissan in front of my truck.

“Oh, that belongs to Bobbi,” she answered, “I'm tutoring her for exams when school starts back after the holiday.”

“Her?” I asked, maybe a little too sternly.

“Uh, yes, sir,” she answered nervously, “Come in, I'll introduce you.”

I followed my grand niece to the kitchen; her tight little ass was just as fine as her mother’s.

“Uncle T, this is Bobbi Magee,” she said, “Bobby, Uncle T.”

“Hey, Bobbi. Nice to meet you,” I said to the red-haired girl sitting at the same island where Tena had first begun our secret affair, “I hope I'm not disturbing you guys.”

“Hey, Uncle T,” the pretty friend answered, “No, sir, we are finished. I was about to go.”

She gathered her books and things and said her thank you and goodbyes to Brit, then me. I watched Bobbi lead her to the front door and heard their whispers and giggles. Just as Brit was shutting the door, Bobbi gave me a flirtatious wave.

“That girl is a freak,” Brit said when she returned, “She wanted to know if you were married and if you like younger women.”

With a laugh, I replied, “Yes and yes.”

“Uncle T,” Brit laughed incredulously, “You're as bad as she is. Did mom send you to check on us?”

“No,” I chuckled, “She asked me to call now and then. I just had to run to Columbia, so I thought I would stop by. Where's your brother?”

“He’s next door playing Call of Duty with his friend, Mark. Mom said it was okay.”

“It's cool,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand, “Just wondering. You got plans for Christmas? You're welcome to come to the house. Aunt Steffy has to work, and I'll be cooking something. We got you guys a few presents.”

“No plans. I was just going to hang out here,”  she said with a smile, “Kent is spending the night with his friend next door. As for Christmas day, they will probably play that stupid game the whole time.”

“You are welcome to come over and stay the night. No video games, I promise. We can watch movies or whatever you want.”

“Sounds better than what I had planned, which was nothing. Can Bobbi come too?”

“I don't see why not,” I answered, “We can fire up the fire pit and make s'mores, or you guys can use the hot tub. It's supposed to get down into the low forties tonight.”

“That all sounds good, Unc,” she said while she texted her friend, Bobbi, to ask her to join us. “I've never used a hot tub. Do I need to bring a bikini?”

“Unless you wanna go nude,” I laughed, “You might want to bring one.”

“It's up to you, Unc,” she said, “What do you wear in the hot tub? I need to know whether to tell Bobbi to bring a bikini or not.”

“Honestly, I go naked in there,” I answered, “But I'm usually with Aunt Steffy. I can let you guys have the tub, and I can watch TV or something.

“Well, that's no fun,” she said, “It's your house and your hot tub. I'll tell her to bring a bikini, and then we can play it by ear.”

I waited in the kitchen while she packed, memories of Tena teasing me at the place where I currently sat. The feeling of her tight ass, twenty years my junior, sitting on my hard cock. The memory of her fingers squeezing my erection as twenty people, including my wife, sat around that kitchen island playing Christmas party games.  The feeling of her tongue and soft lips wrapped around my hard member.

“I'm ready, Uncle T,” Brit called as she bounced down the stairs, “We have to pick Bobbi up at her mom’s.  They need the car.”

“Okay. That's not a problem,” I answered, “Did you let your brother know what your plans are?”

“Yep, I called him while I packed.”

After swinging by Bobbi’s home, we drove the short trip to mine. My wife, Stephanie, or Aunt Steffy, was working a contract nursing job in New Orleans at the LSU Medical Center. Travel nurses never get to take holidays off, but the pay is excellent. She would be out of town until then following week.

“You ladies can take the bedroom on the left at the top of the stairs,” I said, carrying their bags. “You can use the guest bathroom or the master bath if you want a hot shower. It's up to you. I'm going to make something for lunch. Do y'all like grilled cheese sandwiches?”

“Yes, sir,” they both yelled as they ran ahead of me up the stairs, my eyes following both of the tight young asses that bounced ahead.

When  I made it to the top with their bags, I found them both on the queen-sized bed, giggling as teen girls do. Placing the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed, I said, “Bobbi, you are welcome to make yourself at home. Brit knows where everything is, and I will have lunch ready in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Uncle T,” she smiled, “If it's okay to call you that.”

“Perfectly fine,” I assured her as I walked to the stairs, “I'll bring your sandwiches up when they're done.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes warming a can of Campbell’s tomato soup and making grilled cheese sandwiches. The giggles and squeals of two teenage girls filled the house. Walking up the stairs with a tray of soup bowls and sandwiches, I heard a muffled sigh and moan that stopped me in mid-step. I could see from where I stood that the bedroom door was still open.

Standing quietly and listening closely, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of kisses. My cock was immediately interested, raising its nosey head to see what was going on.

Deciding to give them their privacy, I quietly descended the stairs, retreating to the kitchen. After arranging the food on the island, I put the tray away and yelled from the bottom of the stairs, “Lunch is ready.”

Hearing the sound of muted feet running down the stairs, I took several cans of Coke from the fridge and put them on the island. The girls bounced into the kitchen in their t-shirts and panties on socked feet. Well, I did tell them to make themselves at home.

“You girls hungry?”

“You remembered the tomato soup, Uncle T,” my niece smiled, “I'm starved. We didn't eat any breakfast.”

“Me too,” Bobbi added.

We ate and laughed at stories I told of Brits' visits in the past. The girls sat across from me, and I noticed the way Bobbi smiled at me when our eyes would meet. Yeah, the stories and jokes were funny, but there was something flirty in her eyes. My dick was responding.

“So, are you girls enjoying your Christmas break?”

“Hell yeah,” Brit said, then covered her mouth in mock embarrassment, “I mean heck yeah.”

With a laugh, I said, “You said what you meant. Don't worry, I won't tell your mom.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “I mean, you guys talk on the phone every day. If I were a conspiracy theorist, I’d think you two were doing something.”

“Doing what?” I asked with a surprised shake.

Brit looked left and right as if she were about to spill a big secret, “Doing it. You know, fucking.”

“Whoa,” I said, holding my hands up, “Don't say that out loud. I've done a lot of work for your Mom and Dad. That requires a lot of calls.”

“Uncle T,” she grinned mischievously as Bobbi excused herself for a bathroom break, then whispered, “I know what you and Mom have been doing. I've listened in on some of your calls.”

“Listen, Brit,” I began nervously.

Shaking her head with another naughty smile, my niece said, “Uncle T, don’t worry. Your secret is safe. I've seen you naked, and I don't blame her.”

“What? When have you ever seen me naked?”

“My sixteenth birthday party last month,” She smiled, her chin resting in her palms, “You changed clothes in the guest room, and I was hiding in the closet texting my boyfriend.”

“Why were you hiding to text your boyfriend?”

“Maybe I was sending him a picture or two,” she smiled.

“The kind of pictures you don’t want your mom to see?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she smiled, her defiance cute, propped in her palms.

My lips crept upward in a smile. I found her boldness sexy. I shook my head and just looked into her green eyes. The spitting image of her mother, my wife’s niece, I couldn't deny the attractiveness that had my cock throbbing under the top of the island. Bobbi returned to see how we were looking at one another, “What the hell did I just walk into?”

Brit, without breaking eye contact with me, answered her friend, “I was just telling Uncle T how you have a giant crush on him and how bad you want to fuck him.”

Bobbi stood frozen in her tracks, her face a deep crimson, “That was, that was supposed to be a secret.”

“Oh, relax, Bobbi,” Brit chided, “He isn't going to say anything. Right Unc?”

Thinking about the fact that Brit already knew about my decade-long affair with her mom, and the fact that my wife would be devastated if she ever knew, I answered, “Hell no. We all have our secrets to keep. Like what you girls were doing in the bedroom just before lunch.”

“You saw?” Brit asked unashamedly.

“I heard,” I answered, “You weren't very quiet.”

“Well,” Bobbi chimed in, “You should have come up.”

“The thought crossed my mind,” I responded, “I decided to give you guys your privacy.”

Bobbi walked to Brit’s side and, with her fingers, pushed her long brown hair back over her ear. With her eyes directly on mine, she leaned in and kissed Brit’s neck with a soft peck. This bold teenager was teasing me.

My cock was an iron bar, throbbing in my old faded Levis. Not having a shy nature, I watched as she slid her palm under my niece’s shirt and squeezed her small breast, her eyes glued to mine. My cock throbbed when she sucked my young niece’s earlobe between her full, pouty lips.

Reaching beneath the granite countertop, I squeezed my hard shaft through the material of my jeans, a wet warmth of pre-cum oozing from its tip. Licking my lips in a kind of dare, my eyes invited the temptress to come to me. She turned to accept my invitation, but Brit grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and kissing her like a lover.

I watched Brit push Bobbi’s baggy, sleeveless t-shirt up and off the young nymph, tossing it across the bar to me.

Pressing the still-warm material to my nose, I inhaled the scent of my teenage temptress. Bobbi continued to stare into my eyes as Brit sucked each of her puffy nipples in turn, her tongue slowly wetting her parted lips. My cock screamed for release as her hand tangled in my niece’s long hair, pulling her head tighter to her breast.

Brit pulled back, looking up at Bobbi for a deep, passionate kiss, her hands massaging Bobbi’s tiny breasts. In the course of their passion, Bobbi pulled Brit’s shirt from her body, exposing her breasts, slightly larger than her friend’s, her nipples erect and pointing at the ceiling. The girls kissed, exploring one another’s bodies with their hands. Bobbi, growing impatient, climbed upon the countertop, lying back with her knees bent and her legs parted. Brit looked at me and curled her finger, motioning me to her. I pushed my barstool back and walked to her, Bobbi’s Hello Kitty panties covering the treasure within.

“Taste her,” she said, pulling her friend’s panties to the side, exposing her fresh, young sex.

I took the sight in, pink panties pulled tightly to the side of a sparse crop of brown hair above a fresh, young, glistening treat. Her scent, unlike the perfume of her t-shirt, was intoxicating and filled the air. A scent that stirred the instincts of my primal desire. I wanted to do things to her. I wanted to taste her.

Brit, my surprisingly horny niece, beat me to her, dredging her tongue from her friend's pink asshole to her hidden clitoris, evoking a soft moan from her. Turning back to face me, my niece licked her top lip seductively and said, “It's like candy, Uncle T.”

She moved to the side, allowing me access to the prize. Not wanting the incumbrance, I hooked her panties and pulled them from her, dropping them to the floor, my cock straining against the material of my jeans. Sitting on a stool positioned just right, I grasped her thighs and pulled them further open. Her moan was soft and deep when I tasted her for the first time. Her pussy was so wet, and I could almost feel her clit throb under the tip of my tongue. I sucked at her clit, swiping my tongue back and forth over it. My young lover squirmed under my ministrations.

“Brit,” she gasped, “Make him teach you how he does that. I'm going to come.”

I doubled my efforts, urging her closer to orgasm. Her juices were dripping from my chin onto the granite countertop. I felt her fingers curl, tangling in my hair and pulling me tightly to her sex. I stabbed her entrance with my tongue, pushing it as deep as I could into her tight pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, “That's it, Uncle T.  I'm coming.”

Her body trembled and quaked as she fell moaning into the ecstasy of orgasm. Her girl cum flooded over my tongue, and I drank it down. Pushing my tongue in and out, I drove her deeper into her apex of pleasure.

Devouring her juices, I continued to stab her opening with my tongue. Driving her orgasm to continue for several minutes until she finally crested the wave of bliss.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped through ragged breath, “That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that. Brit, you have to let him do that to you. Brit?”

I looked around for my niece, but she was nowhere to be seen until I felt a tug on my zipper. I looked down in time to see Brit push her hand through the fly of my jeans and pull my cock, with some difficulty, from its confines. “Fuck yes,” I breathed when she took the wide head of my cock into her warm mouth, stroking my rigid shaft with her right hand, “That feels so good.”

Slurping sounds emanated from beneath the countertop, and I continued playing with Bobbi’s pussy, my thumb circling her clitoris. Lying back, she rolled her head slowly from side to side, her eyes softly closed in pleasure, opened suddenly when I pushed the tip of my tongue, wriggling into her pink asshole.

“Mnh, yes,” she hissed, “Uncle T, please don't stop.”

I continued as she asked, while my niece continued to suck the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. My pre-cum leaked abundantly into her mouth, but she never missed a beat. I could tell that she wanted to take it deeper, but she was inexperienced and was close to her limit. It felt amazing nonetheless.

Busy devouring Bobbi’s backside, I felt Brit remove my cock from her mouth, “You want to fuck her, Uncle T?”

“If she thinks she can handle it,” I responded, “I don't want to hurt her.”

“I'm not a virgin,” Bobbi said, “I've been fucking for over a year. Ever since I met Ricky at my sixteenth birthday party.”

“He doesn't have a dick like this, though,”...