"Brad, I'd love to have you over and so would Natalie. When can you get here?"

"Well, I think I can get off work by noon on Wednesday. Maybe I can get in before midnight, maybe not," I answered. "If I get too tired or the pass is too nasty I'll get a room in Winston and get there in the morning."

"Well, don't push it too hard. You know how Morgan Pass can get," Mary said in a slightly scolding tone. "Any trouble at all and you call. Just don't push it too hard, okay? We can always have Christmas dinner late."

"No problem, sis," I assured. "Now, what kind of present should I get my cute little niece?"

"Hah! She ain't so little anymore, Brad. You just can't believe how much she's grown in the last couple years. Not the babyfat little girl with her teeth missing. She's growing our of her shoes and socks so fast I can't seem to keep her dressed," Brad said with humor in her voice. "That is, when I can keep her in clothes."

"You mean Natalie is still going nudie?" I asked, surprised. "I thought she was going to grow out of that."

"Well, uh, you see, uh after Don left she had a lot of trouble adjusting," Mary said. "She reverted to younger behaviors. I just let her go and hoped to wait her out."

"Yeah I suppose it had to be hard. She's so full of heart and all," I replied. "Anyway, what can I bring? And don't give me guff about wanting to spoil my only niece. Or you, for that matter. What can I bring you? What do you need?"

"Oh, I'm doing fine. Don't worry about me." she said easily. "Natalie could use some blouses though."

"Give me the sizes and I'll see if I can come up with something she might like," I told her. She gave me the information and we went on to chatter about this and that, all the things we always talked about. How her job was going (underpaid), how the apartment was (way too small), if she was dating yet (definite no on that one). Libby said she had to get to bed so we said our goodbyes.

All the time I was talking to her I could hear the quiet desperation in her voice. She hid it well but she couldn't hide it from me. I'd changed her diapers when I was seven, bandaging her knees when she was a fast and fearless two, crashing into everything that didn't get out of her way fast enough, wiping her nose when she was four. Hell, even wiping her butt when she was five. A cute little five too. And when she was eight and I was fourteen, I even taught her how to masturbate. Sort of. I played with her hairless little pussy for a month before she came for the first time. After that, well, even with our age difference she was exciting. Fearless too. She wanted to try everything and I think we did, nearly. I never got my dick wet in her no matter how hard we tried. We didn't know any better. Didn't know then that she had to grow a lot more before she could fit me in. But I came all over her smooth, hairless pussy dozens of times, in her hard sucking mouth as many times again. Did I mention she was adventurous?

Those thoughts ran around my head as I took my shower. And when I got to bed they all came back again. The trusty bottle of hand cream and a towel got well used. I hadn't thought of our sexual exploits for a long time and it was a near screamer of a cum. I had the best sleep I'd had in weeks.

......(cont)