Ron Taylor: The hot niece

"Jesus," I said, "I love it!"

"That's our place down there," she said, pointing to a complex of buildings in a valley. The dark trace of the county road wound among the hills and valleys. I was raised in the city, and the wide open spaces were nothing short of incredible – all that bare land. Far away, I could see cattle grazing on a hillside. I could smell the short grass, and for a moment I could imagine myself a real, old time cowgirl, riding fence, or whatever they call it, in those old western movies.

Kim stretched in her stirrups. She cocked her head to one side, and her long hair did a little dance around her face. I couldn't get over how delicately beautiful she was. "I have a place," she said in a soft inviting voice. "Would you like to see it?"

"Sure," I nodded. She turned her horse and headed back into the woods, not the way we'd come, but along the crest of the ridge, just inside the cover of forest. It took us maybe fifteen minutes.

"Here," she said, drawing up her horse. "It's all mine, but I'll share it with you, Elizabeth. I think you're the kind of girl who might enjoy it."

We were in a hollow partway down the ridge. Somewhere above us a stream had its spring and came bubbling down the hillside. There was a natural waterfall here, clear mountain water falling over a ledge of rock, a sparkling pool shadowed by the trees. The water flowed on down the mountain side from the pool, and Kim said something about its winding up as a drinking pond for her stepfamily's catfish, but I was looking toward the waters. Sun came through the trees and played upon the waters. "My God," I said, "It's like something out of a storybook."

Kim dismounted, and I stepped down too. She walked to the edge of the pool, knelt, dipped her fingers in the water. "I like to swim up here," she said. "Well, it's not big enough to swim in, but didn't you ever feel the urge just to get naked and bathe in cool waters?"

As she spoke, she began to unbutton her shirt. Casually she removed the garment and stood a moment with her slim, lean body and small round tits on display. "It feels so good," she told me. "So Goddamn good. So natural. I'm a million miles from Saigon and I don't care if I can never go back there." She sat down on a rock, pulled off her boots.

Her nipples were brown, very small, no bigger than dimes, and set squarely on the center of her round, small tits. As she pulled off her boots, her nipples began to stiffen, visibly, and I experienced this uncanny, weird feeling, in the marrow of my bones. Barefooted, she stood up, unhooked her belt, let her pants down. She wore white panties underneath, but not for long. She slid them down her slender, shapely thigh, and I couldn't help noticing that her beaver was a tiny sliver of hair edging the pink cleft of her pussy. She had a well-formed cuntal mound, like a bun between her slim thighs. As she stepped out of her panties, one leg came up, and I saw her crack, vivid as life itself.

"How about you?" she asked, turning around. She lifted her eyebrows, put one foot into the water. "It's cold," she told me, "but it makes you feel so good."

I let go of Duke's bridle reins and unzipped my boots. The grass and moss were so coal and wiggly against my bare toes. Kim had moved into the water, past her ankles, and she looked at me with a challenge in her dark eyes. Really, Elizabeth, I told myself, it's no different from showers after gym class.

Or was it? Those eyes, gleaming, daring, moving up and down me. Where had I seen that look before? It wasn't the kind of stare you get from a man. I shivered a moment as her eyes took me in, and I felt as if I had no secrets at all, that she was reading me like the pages of a book. My hand moved upward, I started to undo my buttons. In another moment or two I was naked, as naked as she was, and my pink blonde body moved toward the water in which Kim stood waiting.

She took my hand. "Don't be afraid," she said. "I think you're the kind of girl who doesn't care. Am I right?"

"Me?" I asked. "Nothing frightens me. If Dracula walked out of the woods right now I'd…" I didn't get the chance to tell her how I'd have handled Dracula. She put her other arm around my neck and her face moved toward mine. Suddenly our lips were touching and she was kissing me avidly, rubbing her body against my body. I felt the fickle of her stiff nips, and the smooth bristles of her bush touched my thigh. Her hand slid down my back, onto the swell of my ass. My God, I asked myself, what in the hell is going on?

I knew that girls sometimes got together and did stuff like this. Cleveland Heights isn't exactly Peoria. There were same girls around school who had reputations. But nobody was interested in me when I was young and skinny and underdeveloped, and afterwards, well, Daddy and I got together, and I wouldn't have been interested if anyone had brought up the idea, which no one ever had. Only, Kim had done more than bring up the idea.

Her mouth was small, but very warm and very wet. Her lips were thin and puckered into a tight little purse against my mouth, and I felt her tongue playing against my skin, darting in and out of her mouth like a clit that hadn't quite made up its mind whether to come out of the closet. Her hands slid down my back and she cupped my ass and squeezed. Our bellies ground together. One of her thighs slid around me, making a little splash in the water, and her cool heel eased up and down my calf. I couldn't quite breathe; it was something so new. At first, I was surprised, and then I tried to fight it, and then I simply stood there, letting her kiss me. Surprise cropped up again when I found one of my arms lifting, easing around Kim's slender ivory body. She wasn't at all yellow, by the way, but she was the first Asian person I'd ever seen naked. I was learning how much pleasure you could feel with a soft feminine mouth grinding against your own, the little fucking touches of wet tongue, the sweet breath moist where it oozed over me…

She had those tiny teacup breasts whose nipples seem to be always at attention. I could feel them, very stiff and very hot against me. I was surprised, when we finally eased apart and I looked down, to see that my own bigger red nipples were also erect and that my tits were bobbing up and down with the heaviness of my breathing. I knew my face was red, for I could feel the tingle all over me, and I looked at Kim, where she stood smiling inscrutably. Her slightly curved lips, turned up at the corners, could have signified anything, and her eyes were a calm mask, taking me in where I stood blushing and panting.

"Did you like that?" she asked. I started to shake my head no, but then I decided not to lie. I nodded, but slowly. I still wasn't entirely sure. She took my hand and started to lead me into the deepening water. It didn't feel so cold now.

"I thought you would," she told me, as we got titty-deep. Well, I was titty-deep. She was rather shorter, and the water was up to her neck. Under the surface, I could see the distorted outlines of her naked figure and I wanted her to come up, to float to the top, to let me see all of her again.

Instead, she began to swim, away from me, calling over her shoulder, "You looked the type," and I wondered what she meant by that.

I swam after her, out into the middle of the pool, and I caught her, and turned her around to face me. We bobbed in the water like corks, both of us staring at the other. I never did get around to asking her because instead I just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against me. Her head leaned back, half-buried in the water, as I planted a reciprocal kiss all over her mouth and chin and even the tip of her snubby little nose.

Under the water, our legs kept touching, and I reached down with one hand and grabbed her by the crotch. She was firm but very wet, and I could feel every indentation of her well-defined crack. My fingers began to toy with her sex gash and almost before I knew it, my finger was in her, and I thought, Jesus, it feels just like mine! And, Jesus, I could almost feel the little stab as my finger stiffened and wiggled and plunged deeply up her tight slick tube.