My sister, Rani, and I were very close growing up. Although she is three years old than I am, we were friends as relatives. She got me through a lot of school subjects I had no head for, and did it with compassion and patience. We never had sex, but she taught me all I know about loving a woman. She even arranged my first lay, with her freshman roommate in college, a woman I shall never forget. I was fifteen at the time. After I graduated college, I moved to New York to pursue a career. I didn't see my sister and her family nearly as much as she and I wanted, but we kept in touch by phone and email.
I even started corresponding with her daughter, Kumkum, an extremely pretty and precocious little girl, who had just entered her teens this spring. So, after Mohan, her husband died, it was only natural for me to ask them to stay with me for a while, until she could come to terms with her grief and felt comfortable enough to move back into her home. We drove back to Long Island in her car; I had flown out for the services. We arrived at my home in Suffolk County, near enough to NYC to get there when I had to, but far enough away to seem like country.
I had been at success at designing and programming video and digital games, so my house was large, with all the amenities, including an in ground swimming pool. The house was on three acres on top of a knoll. It provided great privacy, along with the six-foot fence surrounding the main living area and pool. I settled Rani in the guest room and Kumkum in the smaller third bedroom. It was nice having company, living alone has its good side, such as a place to entertain women. But the hours alone can be wearing if you let them be. Lately I had been letting them get to me. Maybe it has something to do with my fast approaching forty, the top of the hill, so to speak.
The good news is that I worked at home, without the usual distractions of a traditional office. The bad news is that I work at home, at least while I have visitors. I'm not used to having people under foot, making those noises that every family makes. But, I was resolved to make it work for my sister's and Kumkum's sakes. Ah, Kumkum. Well, she is as I said, a very pretty and precocious thirteen year old, with all the charms that a secure young girl exhibits. He also had all the curves of an older teen, and they were in all the right places. I couldn't help but stare at her, she is more than pretty, she is beautiful. Small, about 4'10", I'd guess, around 90 or so pounds. Her legs are slim, but shapely, I could envision her in stockings and high heels. Anyway you get the picture. I knew my work output had been slowing down since they were here, but I didn't care.
Those hours that I worked through the day were now spent watching my own Lolita swimming and splashing in the pool or running around it in her bikini. When she wasn't in a bathing suit, her shorts were enough to turn me on. I had to get better control of myself. Gawd, she's my niece as well as being under aged. Besides my sister would be outraged if she knew what I was thinking. I sat in my office that fateful day, trying to work, but watching Kumkum instead. "Can I come in or are you to busy." "Sure, come in Sis. I was just sitting here trying to come up with some new ideas." "For what, a new children's game, or a dirty old man's game?" "WHAT?" "Oh, come on, Ted, I see how you look at Kumkum, I can't blame you though, she's a knock out, if I do say so myself." "Ah, come on Rani, I was just daydreaming." "Yeah, right! But I didn't come to scold you and I didn't come to tell you not to look at her, that would be too tough for you to do. What I want to discus with you is leaving Kumkum here for a week.
I have to go back and take care of things to do with the estate and all that BS. Would you mind caring for Kumkum, for a week, I don't think she could take going back just yet?" "Ah, no, ah, I, ah, guess not. When are you leaving." Gawd, the thought of being alone with my own nymphet for a week had me stammering. "Right now, I don't have to pack; I have enough things back home. I'm just bringing enough to change in the morning after the motel stops." "Why don't you fly back, it's a lot quicker and no more expensive, besides I'll pay for the trip." "No, I want to drive. I'm thinking of selling the house and moving some place new. The drive will give me time to think it out." "OK, be careful." "You too, Ted. Just be careful with her, she's still a little fragile. And, Ted, she ovulates." My mouth fell open in surprise.
Rani just smiled at me, turned and walked way. Rani pulled out of the driveway twenty minutes later, leaving Kumkum and me standing there, waving goodbye. Now, consider that I had broken up with my last girl friend four months earlier, and had been exercising the greatest perversion of them all, celibacy, ever since. Consider, that, although my niece, I was looking at a vision of youthful splendor that would arouse any man. And consider that, although I believe myself strong, I was turning into wanton Jell-O. "Chachaji, you're staring, is there something wrong?" I realized I was staring at her. "No, Kumkum, everything is perfect, you above all else." That night, after dinner, we sat in the den watching TV, our usual after dinner specialty. I suggested a movie, one I had wanted to see for a while, "One Night Stand", with Wesley Snipes and the incredibly beautiful Wing Ma Wen.
I thought it might be a cause of arousal for her. I knew it would for me. "Kumkum, how about a movie tonight instead of this stuff?" I told her the movie's title and short synopsis. "It's R rated, maybe a little erotic, but no full nudity, I don't think." "Well, I don't know." "Does your Mom let you watch R movies?" "Sometimes." "Do they bother you, would rather not watch it?" "No, it doesn't bother me. OK, I guess so." I left for the video store, picked out the video and drove back to the house. When I got back, Kumkum was in her T-shirt nightie, which hardly panty covered her bottom, lying on the couch. I could see the crotch of her panties and the bottom curve of her luscious derriere. I popped the tape in the VCR and sat at the opposite end of the couch. The movie started slowly, building up to a very erotic love scene between Snipes and Natasha Kinsky. Very slow, sensuous sex.
It was very well played. Kumkum turned the lamp off beside her and crawled across to me and sat on my lap. She sat on what was an unmistakably hard on, Kumkum had to know it. She sat with my dick between her cheeks and every time Kinsky would move on Snipes, Kumkum moved on me. The scene changed to Snipes' home. After some preliminary stuff, the scene changes to their bedroom, Snipes sitting, Wing Ma Wen approaches him and climbs on his lap, facing him. She wiggles on his lap as she settles down. My hand caressed Kumkum's belly in wide circular moves, from just under her developing breasts to just above her mons She leaned back into me and held my caressing had with hers. I lay my other hand on her bare thigh and slowly caressed up and down her leg. Scene changes to the bed, Wen is on her knees, Snipes over her, simulating having mounted her from behind and is wailing away on her.
The sex is better than any porno flick. She nestles into me, her other hand now on the hand caressing her thigh, fingers intertwined with mine. I can hear soft moans coming from her. The movie was straight drama from then on, but the effect was evident, Kumkum couldn't sit still. As the movie ended, I told her she should go wash and brush and get to bed it was late. She gave me a goodnight kiss, on the lips, which was unusual. Her lips lingered on mine. I ran my tongue lightly across her lips. She went off to her bathroom, I to mine. After my nightly ablutions, I stripped and got into bed, naked. My cock was hard from the movie and Kumkum's bottom wiggling on it. I was sure I'd have to jerk off, as I had been since this beautiful little girl showed up at my door. I didn't want to, so I picked up a boring book I had been trying to get through and started to read.
But then nature literal took a hand in my future. It started to rain, even better, lightening and thunder accompanied the rain. I should explain a little about the climatic geography of Long Island. There is a weather belt that runs across Central Suffolk County that gives us some very violent summer storms and heavy winter snows. The rest of Long Island can be dry, while we're having a heavy rainstorm. Tonight was one of those nights. After a particularly bright flash of lightening and thunder that sounded like a cannonade, I heard a quiet knock on my bedroom door. "Come in, Kumkum." She stood beside my side of the bed, fear in her eyes. "I'm scared, Uncle Ted, can I sleep in here with you. "Of course, Kumkum." I moved over a couple of inches and pulled the covers down to let her in the bed. She was staring at my semi erect cock. I had pulled the covers down a little too far. 'Freudian?' I asked myself. Her stare made it rise some more. "Oh, sorry, Kumkum, I always sleep in the nude.
Why don't you go back to your room to your room for a minute, I'll put on PJs and call you?" "No, please, I don't want to be alone. Can I just get in with you?" He eyes never left my hardening cock. "Well, it's not fair that I should be the only one with out night clothes." She kept looking at my now fully erect cock and slowly pulled her nightshirt over her head and then lowered her panties. She started to climb into bed. "Wait, Honey, let me see how beautiful you are." My cock was pulsating with lust. She stood, before me, the nubile Lolita, this young virgin that would soon be mine. I thought, 'Thanks for all the lessons, Sis, I'll do her well'. She was more beautiful naked than I had imagined. Her tuft of pelvic hair was light and sparse with early growth. "Turn for me." Her derriere was also better than I could have imagined from seeing her in her bikini.
I even started corresponding with her daughter, Kumkum, an extremely pretty and precocious little girl, who had just entered her teens this spring. So, after Mohan, her husband died, it was only natural for me to ask them to stay with me for a while, until she could come to terms with her grief and felt comfortable enough to move back into her home. We drove back to Long Island in her car; I had flown out for the services. We arrived at my home in Suffolk County, near enough to NYC to get there when I had to, but far enough away to seem like country.
I had been at success at designing and programming video and digital games, so my house was large, with all the amenities, including an in ground swimming pool. The house was on three acres on top of a knoll. It provided great privacy, along with the six-foot fence surrounding the main living area and pool. I settled Rani in the guest room and Kumkum in the smaller third bedroom. It was nice having company, living alone has its good side, such as a place to entertain women. But the hours alone can be wearing if you let them be. Lately I had been letting them get to me. Maybe it has something to do with my fast approaching forty, the top of the hill, so to speak.
The good news is that I worked at home, without the usual distractions of a traditional office. The bad news is that I work at home, at least while I have visitors. I'm not used to having people under foot, making those noises that every family makes. But, I was resolved to make it work for my sister's and Kumkum's sakes. Ah, Kumkum. Well, she is as I said, a very pretty and precocious thirteen year old, with all the charms that a secure young girl exhibits. He also had all the curves of an older teen, and they were in all the right places. I couldn't help but stare at her, she is more than pretty, she is beautiful. Small, about 4'10", I'd guess, around 90 or so pounds. Her legs are slim, but shapely, I could envision her in stockings and high heels. Anyway you get the picture. I knew my work output had been slowing down since they were here, but I didn't care.
Those hours that I worked through the day were now spent watching my own Lolita swimming and splashing in the pool or running around it in her bikini. When she wasn't in a bathing suit, her shorts were enough to turn me on. I had to get better control of myself. Gawd, she's my niece as well as being under aged. Besides my sister would be outraged if she knew what I was thinking. I sat in my office that fateful day, trying to work, but watching Kumkum instead. "Can I come in or are you to busy." "Sure, come in Sis. I was just sitting here trying to come up with some new ideas." "For what, a new children's game, or a dirty old man's game?" "WHAT?" "Oh, come on, Ted, I see how you look at Kumkum, I can't blame you though, she's a knock out, if I do say so myself." "Ah, come on Rani, I was just daydreaming." "Yeah, right! But I didn't come to scold you and I didn't come to tell you not to look at her, that would be too tough for you to do. What I want to discus with you is leaving Kumkum here for a week.
I have to go back and take care of things to do with the estate and all that BS. Would you mind caring for Kumkum, for a week, I don't think she could take going back just yet?" "Ah, no, ah, I, ah, guess not. When are you leaving." Gawd, the thought of being alone with my own nymphet for a week had me stammering. "Right now, I don't have to pack; I have enough things back home. I'm just bringing enough to change in the morning after the motel stops." "Why don't you fly back, it's a lot quicker and no more expensive, besides I'll pay for the trip." "No, I want to drive. I'm thinking of selling the house and moving some place new. The drive will give me time to think it out." "OK, be careful." "You too, Ted. Just be careful with her, she's still a little fragile. And, Ted, she ovulates." My mouth fell open in surprise.
Rani just smiled at me, turned and walked way. Rani pulled out of the driveway twenty minutes later, leaving Kumkum and me standing there, waving goodbye. Now, consider that I had broken up with my last girl friend four months earlier, and had been exercising the greatest perversion of them all, celibacy, ever since. Consider, that, although my niece, I was looking at a vision of youthful splendor that would arouse any man. And consider that, although I believe myself strong, I was turning into wanton Jell-O. "Chachaji, you're staring, is there something wrong?" I realized I was staring at her. "No, Kumkum, everything is perfect, you above all else." That night, after dinner, we sat in the den watching TV, our usual after dinner specialty. I suggested a movie, one I had wanted to see for a while, "One Night Stand", with Wesley Snipes and the incredibly beautiful Wing Ma Wen.
I thought it might be a cause of arousal for her. I knew it would for me. "Kumkum, how about a movie tonight instead of this stuff?" I told her the movie's title and short synopsis. "It's R rated, maybe a little erotic, but no full nudity, I don't think." "Well, I don't know." "Does your Mom let you watch R movies?" "Sometimes." "Do they bother you, would rather not watch it?" "No, it doesn't bother me. OK, I guess so." I left for the video store, picked out the video and drove back to the house. When I got back, Kumkum was in her T-shirt nightie, which hardly panty covered her bottom, lying on the couch. I could see the crotch of her panties and the bottom curve of her luscious derriere. I popped the tape in the VCR and sat at the opposite end of the couch. The movie started slowly, building up to a very erotic love scene between Snipes and Natasha Kinsky. Very slow, sensuous sex.
It was very well played. Kumkum turned the lamp off beside her and crawled across to me and sat on my lap. She sat on what was an unmistakably hard on, Kumkum had to know it. She sat with my dick between her cheeks and every time Kinsky would move on Snipes, Kumkum moved on me. The scene changed to Snipes' home. After some preliminary stuff, the scene changes to their bedroom, Snipes sitting, Wing Ma Wen approaches him and climbs on his lap, facing him. She wiggles on his lap as she settles down. My hand caressed Kumkum's belly in wide circular moves, from just under her developing breasts to just above her mons She leaned back into me and held my caressing had with hers. I lay my other hand on her bare thigh and slowly caressed up and down her leg. Scene changes to the bed, Wen is on her knees, Snipes over her, simulating having mounted her from behind and is wailing away on her.
The sex is better than any porno flick. She nestles into me, her other hand now on the hand caressing her thigh, fingers intertwined with mine. I can hear soft moans coming from her. The movie was straight drama from then on, but the effect was evident, Kumkum couldn't sit still. As the movie ended, I told her she should go wash and brush and get to bed it was late. She gave me a goodnight kiss, on the lips, which was unusual. Her lips lingered on mine. I ran my tongue lightly across her lips. She went off to her bathroom, I to mine. After my nightly ablutions, I stripped and got into bed, naked. My cock was hard from the movie and Kumkum's bottom wiggling on it. I was sure I'd have to jerk off, as I had been since this beautiful little girl showed up at my door. I didn't want to, so I picked up a boring book I had been trying to get through and started to read.
But then nature literal took a hand in my future. It started to rain, even better, lightening and thunder accompanied the rain. I should explain a little about the climatic geography of Long Island. There is a weather belt that runs across Central Suffolk County that gives us some very violent summer storms and heavy winter snows. The rest of Long Island can be dry, while we're having a heavy rainstorm. Tonight was one of those nights. After a particularly bright flash of lightening and thunder that sounded like a cannonade, I heard a quiet knock on my bedroom door. "Come in, Kumkum." She stood beside my side of the bed, fear in her eyes. "I'm scared, Uncle Ted, can I sleep in here with you. "Of course, Kumkum." I moved over a couple of inches and pulled the covers down to let her in the bed. She was staring at my semi erect cock. I had pulled the covers down a little too far. 'Freudian?' I asked myself. Her stare made it rise some more. "Oh, sorry, Kumkum, I always sleep in the nude.
Why don't you go back to your room to your room for a minute, I'll put on PJs and call you?" "No, please, I don't want to be alone. Can I just get in with you?" He eyes never left my hardening cock. "Well, it's not fair that I should be the only one with out night clothes." She kept looking at my now fully erect cock and slowly pulled her nightshirt over her head and then lowered her panties. She started to climb into bed. "Wait, Honey, let me see how beautiful you are." My cock was pulsating with lust. She stood, before me, the nubile Lolita, this young virgin that would soon be mine. I thought, 'Thanks for all the lessons, Sis, I'll do her well'. She was more beautiful naked than I had imagined. Her tuft of pelvic hair was light and sparse with early growth. "Turn for me." Her derriere was also better than I could have imagined from seeing her in her bikini.