Message-ID: <7609eli$9804051825@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Eric Shon Subject: NEW! "Unexpected Company" by Eric Shon (4/8) (M/f-teen, inc, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <81268c2b.3527354a@aol.com> Unexpected Company Part 4 by Eric Shon My heart leapt out of my chest. "What have I done? Oh my god the child is stripping!" My mind was screaming at me. "Rennie, wait a minute," I stammered. My penis, having had a chance to rest most of the morning, was suddenly stirring to life. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea right now." Renate unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, then rose to her knees and pulled the tails of her t-shirt out, then she looked down at me. "What? It's been at least a half hour since we ate. We're OK." And with that said, she crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the tails of her shirt. In one quick move her arms were over her head, as well as the shirt, and I was staring directly at her breasts bobbling up and down while she fumbled with the shirt above her head. Her bright, pink nipples stared back, smooth and shiny in the speckles of sunlight. When her arms came down I averted my eyes. "Hey. I thought you wanted to swim." She placed her fingers under my chin and turned my face toward her. My eyes locked onto hers. "Hey. Is something wrong? This is OK, isn't it?" "No. I mean, yes!" I stammered. I didn't want her to think she was doing anything wrong. I didn't want her to think she couldn't do anything she wanted here. "I mean, I guess so. I mean, what the hell, we're family . . . right?" What the hell did I mean? She smiled broadly. "Right! Hurry up! Last one in's frog farts!" She stood and bent to untie her shoes and I just watched her go. The top of her head was pointed at me as she lifted her foot to meet her hands. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity even as she bent forward, her nipples still managing to face out rather than down. I noticed a thin speckling of freckles across her bosom perfectly outlining her preferred style of bikini top where the fabric normally covered the absolutely freckle-free white skin there. Shoes off, Renate turned to face away from me as she removed her pants. Finally a modicum of modesty in this girl? I hadn't wanted to dwell earlier on how tight the jeans were before, but now that fact was made excruciatingly obvious as she wiggled her ass to get out of them. Modesty? Perhaps. Driving me crazy? Definitely! As the jeans slid over her ass I saw the daintiest pair of French-cut dark blue panties come into view. Her ass continued to undulate to and fro until the pant legs were bunched up around her calves. Then she bent straight over and lifted a foot to pull the jeans off, first one foot and then the other, aiming that compact little ass in those panties stretched tight right at me. I was fully hard in mere seconds, my cock straining against the fabric holding it back. Renate stood and looked over her shoulder at me as she slipped her thumbs into her panties and slid them down. "You coming?" "Almost!" my mind replied. "Almost!" "Uh...yeh," I muttered as I slipped my shirt off. Renate removed the panties by sliding them down her legs as she bent at the waist only. The lightly tanned twin globes of her ass wiggled invitingly, but I put my hands to work untying my shoes instead. She stepped out of her panties lying on the picnic blanket one foot at a time, and with each step her thighs parted and I could see the finest wisps of hair peep out at me from below her ass. How I kept from drooling I'll never know. Still bent over, Renate looked at me from around her shoulder and said, "You know what you are?" "Oh my god," I thought. "She's caught me looking at her ass!" "No. What?" I trembled slightly, heart hammering away in my chest. "Frog farts!!" She sprinted away from me toward the water. Frantically I removed my shoes, pants and briefs, my erection springing wildly from its confinement, pre-seminal fluid stringing from my lower belly to the head of my dick, and then drooling down to the blanket. I sprinted for the water while she still had her back to me. She ran a few steps into the water and then dived headlong in. I was safely in the water covering my waist and my embarrassing boner by the time she surfaced again. The cool water flowed past me. I couldn't help but think, off to the side as I watched Renate splash about a bit, how frightening it would be if a fish came along and saw my rigid penis and thought it was the biggest worm he ever saw. I hoped he wouldn't try to make it the biggest meal he ever ate! Renate swam over to me against the gentle river current. In this part of the river we were on a sand bar, and the water was only about elbow deep, but we both kept ourselves in the water up to our chins. The cool water had helped my erection relax to about half-hard when Renate leapt out of the water squealing excitedly and placed her hands on my shoulders and forced my head under the water. I reached for her immediately but all I got was one of her fleeing arms. I stood up to see where she was going and I took out after her, overpowering her stroke for stroke until I caught her ankle and stopped her all together. I kept one hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her toward me. I lifted her foot up out of the water until I could reach her head. She flailed and splashed as I forced her head under. I released her and backpedaled a bit. She came up for air and found me backing away. "Ooh hoo hoo! I'm gonna get you!" she grumbled, smiling at me. She stalked me walking fully upright, her nipples popping in and out of the water as she bounded toward me. I splashed the water into her face, and she splashed back until I simply out-splashed her with volume and speed. I tried to slip past her, but she anticipated a move like that and spread her arms out. She felt my arm brush past her to her right and she quickly grabbed it. I tried to push her away, but she had a death grip on my arm. She leapt out of the water again to try to dunk me, but this time I stood rigid. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, but at the top of her leap I reached my hands out to push her away. Her wet flesh slipped between my hands and she slid into me, the front of her body sliding down the front of mine I was acutely aware of the two points of her nipples sliding against my chest. She grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and tried to pull me into the water, even if it meant that she had to go under, too. Again I stood rigid. Under the water I felt her straining legs slip between mine until her belly snugged up against my balls. I backed up and grasped her shoulders to try to force her under, but she still had a firm grip on my neck. I reached under her arms and started tickling her ribs. She didn't want to let go of my neck for fear that I would then dunk her, so my tickling was merciless. Finally she released my neck and pinned my hands against her sides under her arms. I could still tickle her, however, so I didn't stop. She thrashed wildly and twisted, releasing my right hand as she turned away to her left. My hand slid across her left breast. Automatically my hand cupped her breast and briefly pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I had done it before I knew what happened. I looked in Renate's eyes, and all I saw was that same playful smile and laughter. She still had my left hand pinned under her arm, so she twisted violently in the other direction to dislodge it the same way as she had my right hand. This time when she twisted, I pushed her around with my free hand until her back was against me, my left hand still trapped under her right arm, my forearm lying across her breasts. Under water, as she squirmed against me, my semi-hard cock wedged in the cleft of her ass cheeks. It started to expand and grow against her butt, slowly snaking up toward her lower back. I had to stop before I made a fool of myself, so I forced my right hand under her right arm and freed my left hand. She turned and advanced on me. "Rennie! Rennie! Let's take a rest, now, OK?" "OHHH! Had enough, already, huh?" she snickered. "No, I just need..." Renate leapt at me again, this time wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling her chest up to my face, again willing to suffer dunking herself in order to dunk me. Then, for maximum leverage, she kicked her legs out and wrapped them around my waist. She slid down along my body until she landed on the shaft of my now fully erect cock, the head of which I'm sure was jutting out between her ass cheeks! In trying to pull away from her I jerked my hips back, butt out, thus giving her the advantage she needed, and I toppled into the water on top of her. Under water, as I was truly struggling to break from her clutches, I felt the head of my dick slide along the crease of her ass and her vagina. It seemed I could feel each individual hair on her pubis as my penis slid through. Finally I broke free and bounded away from her. Renate came up laughing and crowing. "Hah HA! I got you!" "Yeah," I said, chuckling. "You got me. Come on. Let's take it easy for a while." "Chicken!" she purred. We swam lazy circles around each other, talking, joking, until she said she was ready to get out. This time the cool water had had its full effect on me, and I was once again in a flaccid state below. I swam behind as we headed toward the riverbank. She walked up the sand bar and rose from the water, her wet skin glinting in the sunlight. She walked to the blanket and bent over. I willed myself not to look at her as I rose from the water myself. I walked up the beach looking at my feet and I heard her voice as she approached me. "Meep, meep!" I looked up to see her walking in the opposite direction with the blanket in her arms. "Come help me spread it out so I don't get sand all over it." I turned around and followed her until she stopped. I took two corners of the blanket and we stretched it out on the sand. Renate lay down on the blanket face-down. I lay down next to her, on my back, eyes closed against the sun. "Al, this place is unbelievable. I want to come down here every Summer to visit you." "No, no. You don't want to visit me," I said. "You want to come to paradise. Screw Uncle Al!" I chuckled. She was silent for a moment, and then she said, "Yeah. That's it. Screw Uncle Al." She giggled slightly. There was more silence. The sounds of nature are somehow different when you listen to them with your eyes closed. It's much more peaceful. "Do you think maybe I could come down for a weekend every now and then?" "Sure," I replied. "Just be sure to let me know before you come so I can get ready." A brief silence. "Mmmm. If I get the chance." I felt my brow furrow because I wasn't sure we were having the same conversation. I turned my head toward her and opened my eyes to find her staring at me. "What?" I said. "Nothing. You just look so peaceful." "Jeez, Rennie. You sound like you're at a funeral! 'He looks so natural, just like he's sleeping!'" Renate giggled. "Shut up!" "OK," I said. And I did. A few minutes later I heard water splashing. I looked up to see Renate wetting her arms and legs in the river. Then she stood up straight and walked back toward the blanket. This was actually the first opportunity I had (OK, the first opportunity I TOOK) to view her from head to foot in all her naked splendor. If I had to define perfection, I was soon going to settle on my dear niece as the example. I closed my eyes before the vision had an impact. "Al?" "Mmm? "Don't you get lonely living by yourself? You know...way out here by yourself?" I thought for a moment. "No. Not really. I like the solitude." "So, do you have a girlfriend?" I opened my eyes and looked to the direction of her voice coming from somewhat above me. She was sitting Indian style with her back to the river, facing me. My eyes involuntarily darted to the patch of curly hair between her legs, so casually on display to me. Her eyes occasionally darted to my limp penis. I had to think about my answer. What exactly was Carolyn? "Uhhh...no. I mean, not really." "What does that mean, 'Not really?'" "Well," I sighed. "There's one that I see every once in a while...you know." Yeah, you know, for sex! Why was she asking me these questions? "Then she's your girlfriend." "No. Not rea-- It's complicated." Yeah, it's complicated! At least Carolyn's husband would think so! Renate propped up one leg and wrapped her arms around it, flattening one breast against it. "What's she like? Tell me." Again my eyes darted to Renate's crotch. "Well, I don't know. She likes to talk." I could swear that Renate's vaginal lips had parted slightly, allowing some pink to show through. I began to stir down below. "Is she pretty?" "No. Not all that much." She likes to fuck, though! "Look, Rennie. I really don't feel like talking about her right now." "Oh. OK." She rolled to one side and slid her arm along the blanket, stretching her length alongside me, lying on her side and facing me. I was about half-hard now. "So, tell me what you like in a woman" "Rennie! Please!" "Come on!" She play-slapped my chest sending a dusting of sand across it. She slid toward me a few inches and started brushing the sand out of the hairs there. "OK, I'll try." Renate giggled conspiratorially, like I had a big secret to tell, and scooted even closer Her left knee bumped my thigh and rested slightly atop it. I spoke slowly as I tried to figure out what it was I really looked for. "She has to have a good heart. She has to like to laugh. She has to be intelligent. She has to put up with my bullshit. And she has to be pretty." Renate, her head propped on her right hand, was idly stroking the hairs on my chest with her left, and her left knee was now squarely on top of my thigh. And by now I had a full erection from the closeness of her body. "There are deeper things, but I can't find the words for them," I said. "It's not something I spend time thinking about." "Yeah." said Renate. "It's hard to know what you want when things and people are changing by the minute." "Yeah," I sighed, closing my eyes. "It's hard." "Hello!" Renate said, surprise edging her voice. "It sure is!!" I opened my eyes and looked at Renate. She was looking down toward our feet. I said, "What's up?" Renate looked up to my eyes and then back to my erection. "You are!" I dropped my head back to the blanket and covered my face with my hands. "Oh, jeez! I'm sorry, Rennie!" "No, don't be sorry," she giggled. "Did I cause it?" My mouth was thick with embarrassment. "Well, um... sorta." "Really? Why? What did I do?" "Well," I sighed. "It's a long story." Renate looked at me. "Is it?" She cocked one eyebrow up, and then looked at my rigid penis. "I've never really seen one before, so I guess I'll take your word for it!" She smiled up at me, unembarrassed, trying to deflate my embarrassment, and rapidly succeeding! I chuckled at her joke, again her wisdom beyond her years allowing her to make such a sly joke without, if she were speaking the truth, having ever "really seen one before." "Well," I began at the middle, neglecting to tell her of my involuntary celibacy of the last couple of weeks. "This just simply happens to a man when he's near a beautiful woman." Never mind that the beautiful woman is the man's niece lying naked against him on a blanket in the middle of nowhere! "I don't think I can explain it any better than that. It's just a natural reaction. I really have no control over it. I just hope I haven't upset you or anything." "Gosh, no!" she gushed. "I'm really flattered!" She smiled such a warm smile that my heart melted. I looked deeply into her eyes and started to feel lost again, so I blinked and said, "Well, Sunshine, it--it's time we got back to that hot tub!" As we got dressed Renate stared amusedly at my slowly shriveling penis until I covered it up inside my briefs. ***Be sure to read the rest of "Unexpected Company," parts 1-8, by Eric Shon, as well as other Eric Shon stories here, and at Mr. Double's website: http://www.mrdouble.com. Tell me what you think of this story! Send comments to ericshon@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |