Hand job niece

Hello all ISS readers. This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u likes the story u can mail me on [email protected] or [email protected]. My sister’s daughter Carolyn is an attractive kid. She just turned 18, but she is still in high school. She was very beautiful as a young child, but through adolescence she developed complexion problems and it seemed that her nose grew faster than the rest of her face. She still has some that gangly look that teenagers often have when they are growing faster than they can adapt too emotionally. But mature into an adult, it is clear that she is becoming a beautiful woman. My mother recently passed away, and Carolyn was helping me prepare some of her property for an estate sale. Carolyn was trying to polish two large silver candlestick holders, rubbing this way and that, but was not making much progress.

“Here, let me show how to do it”, I said, taking one of the candlestick holders from her. I ran my hand up and down the shaft of the holder, saying “just do it like you’re giving your boyfriend a hand job.”

Carolyn blushed a little but broke into a big grin. “Oh, I can sure do that”, she said, as she began pumping her had rapidly along the shaft of the holder she still had. I looked on in surprise as she jerked her hand up and down the candlestick holder. “It does look like you’ve had some practice. Your boyfriend’s a lucky fellow”, I said.

“I don’t have a boyfriend”, Carolyn said, looking deeply into my eyes while continuing her stroking of the holder, “my girlfriends and I do it for the guys to keep them from trying to get into our pants.”

I could feel a bulge growing in my own pants as the conversation continued.

“But doesn’t that just make them more horny?”, I asked.

“Well, if it does, we just jerk them off again”, Carolyn stated in a matter of fact manner, as if we were talking about soccer. “We just keep them drained so that they can’t try to go on to anything else. It relieves them, and keeps us from having to put out.”

At this point, I was looking into her eyes. She looked back with a steady gaze, and seemed very mature and grown up. “That’s a very interesting approach to the problem”, I said. “Do you enjoy giving hand jobs, or is it just the lesser of evils?”

“Oh no, I do enjoy it”, she said. “I like the control and power it gives me over boys”.

I couldn’t believe it, but this teenager was making me blush. Not to mention making me harder and harder. “So you just give hand jobs? What do you do with the cum?”, I asked, trying to learn whether she sucked them off, too.

“No, just hand jobs. I don’t give blowjobs, if that’s what you’re looking for”, she answered with a devilish grin. Her double meaning made be blush some more. “What to do with the cum can be a problem”, she continued. “I do let them cum in my mouth sometimes to keep from making a mess. But I really just like to see them squirt if I can do it without getting it all over me. I do like to take my shirt off and let them cum on my tits, if I’m somewhere that I can do that”.

Her graphic description had me rock hard. I shifted in my seat to relive my discomfort, and saw Carolyn staring at my crotch.

“Looks like you need a little relief yourself”, she said, moving toward me, putting her hand on me, and rubbing my cock through my pants.

“I…I…I don’t think we should this”, I said, shocked that I was letting my niece take charge like this.

“Nonsense”, she said, “it’s not like it’s really sex or anything”. She already had her hands on my belt buckle, and before I realized what was happening, she had it undone and had pulled my pants down. She took my cock out of my shorts and studied it as if it were a wonder.

“A nice purple head, I like that”, she said. She reached down and flicked her tongue over the head, catching the pre-cum dripping from the slit. “Um, I always like this juice”, she said. She sat on the floor in front of me and took my cock in her hand and started stroking slowly. She looked up into my eyes with a contented smile. She started jacking me faster, and took her other hand and cupped and squeezed my balls. I knew I wouldn’t last long watching her give my cock such loving care.

“I’m going to cum soon”, I exclaimed. Within a minute I felt the cum welling up in my balls. She continued to jerk me, but took her other hand and lifted up her shirt. She had on a satiny, low cut black bra that pressed her breasts together for plenty of cleavage. As I started to shoot my load, she pointed it at her breasts. Four strands of cum landed on her tits and bra, soaking into the shiny material and standing out on the black bra. She moved my cock up to her face and rubbed it on her cheek, squeezing out a little more cum that squirted into her hair and dribbled down her cheek and onto her shirt that was bunched up around her neck. She ran her finger over her cheek, putting the cum into her mouth. She smiled at me and said, “Yummy, older guy cum tastes good, too!”

I was speechless, standing there with my deflating cock hanging out. I started to pull my pants up, but Carolyn stopped me. “Don’t put it away yet, I want to look at it some more”, the teenager said. I was debating whether to take my pants all the way off or just ignore her and put them back on when we heard a car in the driveway. It was my wife Barbara and Sister Ellen returning with lunch. Carolyn and I scrambled to make ourselves normal looking. She said ‘we’ll have to do this again sometime. Maybe you can come to one of my and my friends jerk off parties”.

“I’d like that”, I said as I finished putting on my pants. “Maybe next time I can do something for you”.

“Now that would be nice”, Carolyn said, just as the two women walked in the door.

“What would be nice?” Ellen asked.

“Oh, Uncle Ron was just talking about showing me something sometime”, Carolyn said with a wicked grin.

Barbara looked at Carolyn and then looked at me with arched eyebrows. I then realized that Carolyn had a little cum still in her hair, not yet fully dried, and a wet spot on her shirt where the cum on her breasts and bra had soaked through. Ellen seemed oblivious, but Barbara was definitely going to make me tell her all about this! A few weeks had passed since my experience with Carolyn, and I was back in Florida to work on my mother’s estate. I had been in town for three days, but hadn’t seen much of my sister Ellen or Carolyn, her daughter, my niece. Carolyn had been pretty haughty the two times our paths had crossed. It was as though she thought the hand job she had given me a few weeks earlier gave her some power over me. Maybe it did. I found myself feeling uncomfortable around her, and that just seemed to spur her on. When the weekend came around, Ellen invited me over for Sunday dinner. When I arrived, she was her usual disorganized self, scurrying around with dinner nowhere in sight. I grabbed a beer and set down to watch TV and wait. After a while, Ellen came in and said “Ron, I need you to run and get me a few things I need for this meal. Here’s the list. Thanks.” She turned and walked back to the kitchen without waiting for my answer. I stood up and was taking one last swig of my beer before heading out the door when Carolyn came hurrying out of the kitchen. “I’m going to go with Uncle Ron. He might need a hand,” she said, emphasizing the word hand.

“OK,” said an oblivious Ellen, as Carolyn pushed me out the door.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to come?” I asked as we walked to the car.

“I probably won’t come, but you will,” she retorted. We got in the car, with me marveling at how things had changed. Just a couple of years ago, I was the old uncle, teasing Carolyn and making her feel uncomfortable. Now, just a couple of years later, the roles were reversed, and she was in charge. We were barely two blocks from the house before Carolyn reached over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and reached her hand into my underpants and grabbed my cock. I was already half hard from her banter, and I quickly grew in her hand.

“Hmm,” she said, “i’ve missed little Ron.”

I didn’t say anything as she stroked me up and down. It didn’t take long for me to become fully hard, and soon after I started to ooze pre-cum. She gathered some on her fingers, brought them to her lips, and again just cooed “Hmmm.”

We drove the 4 miles to the grocery with her jerking me. She moved her hand in slow, deliberate strokes, obviously not wanting me to come. When we arrived at the parking lot, she put me away and we went inside. As we went through the store picking up the items on Ellen’s shopping list, Carolyn acted like a kid. She would skip off to another aisle to pick up an item, then come running back and drop it in the cart, giving me a kiss and calling me “daddy.” A time or two, she let her hand brush against my crotch. None of the other shoppers seemed to notice, but I sure did. By the time we left the grocery store, I was beside myself. I wanted relief, but I didn’t want to give up control to my niece. I felt the relationship tilting even more toward her, with me slipping even more under her spell. We had one more stop to make, and Carolyn just sat quietly on her side of the car during the ride there. When we got there, she said she would wait in the car while I went inside for the wine for dinner. When I got back into the car, I immediately noticed that Carolyn had slipped off her jeans. She was sitting there in the briefest, turquoise panties. She just smiled at me without a word, and I just looked at her in disbelief, swallowing hard. And getting hard again.

As we started for home, Carolyn’s hand was back to my crotch before we had even gotten out of the parking lot. She had my cock out and had resumed her stroking before we had gone a block. This time, she was not slow and deliberate, but obviously had a mind to make me cum before we got back. I started to protest. I started to stop her. My mind told me to stop her. My cock told me to let her go. My cock won. As I drove, she worked me masterfully, bringing me closer and closer, at a gradually increasing pace. I could feel a massive orgasm building in my balls. I basically lost sense of time and space, and as I began to cum, I realized that I was turning into Ellen’s driveway. One shot of cum hit the steering wheel, while the rest just poured down my cock and onto my pants. Carolyn started giggling, and licked some of my cum off her fingers. Somehow, she had her pants back on already. She threw open the car door, and in a second, she was out of the door, running toward the house, laughing. I spent a few seconds just trying to process things, before it registered on me that I was sitting with my cock out and cum all over the front of my pants. I quickly put “little Ron” away, and thanked my lucky stars that I had on dark jeans that didn’t show the wetness clearly.

It took me a few minutes to gather the groceries and wine and my composure and go into the house. I was very aware that I had the smell of cum about me, but no one else seemed to notice. Carolyn went out of her way to ignore me the rest of the day, and things were uneventful. By the time I went home my pants were nearly dry, although things were very sticky and messy within my underpants. I had to return home on Tuesday, and I had a lot of work to do on Monday, so I didn’t think much of Carolyn during the day Monday. I was getting a lot done, but about 3:00 in the afternoon, my cell phone rang. It was Carolyn.

“Uncle Ron,” she began, “me and my friend Cindy are having a hand job party this afternoon with some of the football players. I think you would enjoy watching it.”

I knew I shouldn’t. Messing around with a bunch of 18 year olds was nothing but trouble. But almost as if I was listening in on a conversation of others, I heard myself asking for Cindy’s address and directions. Carolyn told me to be there at4 o’clock. I said I’d think about it, but I knew I would.