Beccy on the other hand is married, with triplets! Very pretty young girls, and unlike Beccy and her twin sister, these three are identical. Gemma, Hannah, Olivia. Three 11year old versions of Beccy, heavenly. But Beccy still loves her Uncle Mark, especially when he comes round during the day and fucks her on her own marriage bed, or on one of her daughter's beds.

And me, well I'm still single, and fucking both my nieces when I can.

Chapter 2

Beccy and Nigel (her husband) had taken Hannah and Olivia to a school concert in which they were both playing. Gemma however had begged off and so I had been volunteered to baby-sit.

So the evening started by me putting on a video for us to watch, a nice, funny, romantic comedy. I settled down on the couch and waited for Gemma to return.

She had brushed her long brown hair and it was hanging loose reaching almost to her bum. She reminded so much of her mother at that age. The long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes that made you melt, and that cute slightly upturned nose with faint freckles across it. Of all of the three she most resembled Beccy, since both had long hair (Hannah and Olivia both had much shorter hairstyles). But in terms of personality, she was a spitting image of her aunt Pippa.

She had put on a top, very loose grey sweatshirt. Her bottom half was covered by tight blue jeans. Moulding themselves to her long slim legs.

As we watched the film, my cock making a tent in my trousers already, Gemma cuddled up close, her arm casually draped over my thigh and my arm equally 'casually', draped around her shoulders. My fingers brushed her front several times and getting no rejection, I allowed my hand to rest gently on one tit. Gemma then tucked her feet up, settling closer into me.

Turning myself slightly, I was able to take the hand that had brushed her small budding breast and slip it around her waist. Any worry about her objections faded as she turned her body slightly to let my arm surround her. My other free hand dropped onto her thigh, where I was content to leave it for the moment. Gemma laid her head against my shoulder, her arm against mine, hand touching the side of my leg.

Her waist was so small, my arm was able to fully encircle her body and still have enough length to manoeuvre my hand a bit. Gemma's sweatshirt had bunched up around her, allowing me to slip my fingers under it and tickle her ribs, causing her to giggle.

Her attention was still fixed on the TV screen. Her head never moved, but I felt a slight tremor as I placed my left hand on her knee, and squeezed gently. I ran my hand across Gemma's blue jeans and I felt the rough material give slightly under my fingers as I stroked the inside of her leg, waiting for any objection. When none came, I let my hand travel further upward, until my hand gripped her upper thigh, fingers only scant inches from the junction of her legs.

Turning myself slightly, I was able to take the hand that had gripped her thigh and slip it around her waist. Again any worry about her objections faded as she turned her body slightly to let my arm surround her. My previously free hand replaced its absent partner on her thigh, where I was content to leave it for the moment.

Her waist was so small, my arm was able to fully encircle her body and still have enough length to manoeuvre my hand a bit. Gemma was wearing a medium weight sweatshirt, but it had bunched up around her, allowing me to slip my fingers under it and tickle her ribs, causing her to giggle more. ......(cont)