Reconnecting with her niece part 2

Angie Ancill confronts her niece Louise McGlynn about her behaviour last night, leading to unexpected result.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting pale golden stripes across Angie's bedsheets. She'd barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Louise's body arching off the bed, those two men filling her, using her, making her scream.

The dildo still sat on her nightstand where she'd placed it after cleaning up. A silent accusation.

She showered quickly, the hot water doing little to calm her nerves. What exactly was she going to say? I watched you fuck two strangers through our security camera while I fucked myself with my toy? That would go over brilliantly.

But she couldn't just pretend nothing had happened. The sounds through the wall had been too loud, too unmistakable. And now that she knew what her niece was capable of—what she enjoyed—a part of Angie desperately wanted to understand. To participate, maybe.

She pulled on a sundress, light and airy, something that wouldn't feel restrictive if—when—her body started responding to whatever conversation awaited.

The walk to Louise's cottage felt longer than usual. Angie's sandals clicked against the stone path, each step echoing her thundering heartbeat. She raised her hand to knock.

The door swung open before her knuckles made contact.

Louise stood in the doorway wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her raven hair disheveled, her cheeks still flushed with sleep. Those dark eyes widened fractionally when she saw her aunt.

"Auntie Angie! What are you doing here so early?"

"We need to talk." Angie's voice came out steadier than she felt. "Can I come in?"

Louise hesitated for just a moment—a flicker of something knowing in her expression—before stepping aside. "Of course. Let me put some coffee on."

The cottage smelled like sex. Angie caught it immediately—musky, primal, mixed with the lingering scent of sweat and something else she couldn't quite identify. Her nipples hardened beneath her sundress.

Louise moved to the kitchen, and Angie followed, her eyes drawn inevitably to the hallway that led to the bedroom. The door stood slightly ajar.

"You didn't sleep well." Louise's voice carried a hint of amusement as she filled the kettle.

"What makes you say that?"

"The walls." Louise turned, leaning against the counter, her thick thighs pressing together in a way that made Angie's mouth go dry. "They're thin. I heard you last night too, you know. After Mark left for his shift."

Angie's face burned. "You heard—"

"Your toy." Louise's lips curved into a smile that was entirely too knowing. "The buzzing. And then..." She tilted her head. "You were watching, weren't you?"

The directness of it knocked the wind out of her. Angie felt her knees weaken slightly, and she reached for the back of a kitchen chair to steady herself.

"Louise, I—"

"It's okay." Her niece moved closer, her bare feet silent on the tile floor. "I figured you might. The camera angle is pretty obvious if you know where to look. We left the lamp on for a reason."

Angie's breath caught. "You wanted me to watch?"

"I wanted to see what you'd do." Louise stopped inches away, looking up at her aunt with those dark, fathomless eyes. "And you did exactly what I hoped. You touched yourself. You came thinking about me."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I heard you." Louise's hand found Angie's hip, her fingers curling into the fabric of the sundress. "Through the wall. Your little moans. The way you said 'fuck' under your breath right when you finished."

Angie should have pulled away. Should have been horrified that her nineteen-year-old niece was standing this close, touching her, discussing masturbation like it was perfectly normal conversation.

Instead, she stayed rooted in place, her body trembling with forbidden heat.

"The men are still here," Louise whispered, her breath warm against Angie's collarbone. "Marcus and DeShawn. They spent the night. They're very... accommodating."

"I shouldn't—"

"They know you watched. I told them this morning." Louise's other hand slid up Angie's side, tracing the curve of her waist. "They thought it was hot. They want to meet you properly."

Angie's mind spun. This was insane. Wrong. Her niece was offering to share her lovers like they were party favors.

But God help her, she wanted it.

"Show me," Angie breathed.

Louise's smile spread slowly, triumphantly. She took her aunt's hand and led her down the hallway.

The bedroom was warm, still heavy with the scent of the night's activities. The sheets were tangled, stained. And on the bed, sprawled across the mattress with the lazy confidence of men who knew exactly what they had to offer, were the two men from the video.

They were even more impressive in person.

Marcus lay propped against the headboard, his dark skin gleaming against the white sheets, his broad chest rising and falling with each steady breath. DeShawn sat at the foot of the bed, his muscular back facing them, and when he turned at the sound of their entrance, Angie saw that he was already half-hard beneath the thin sheet covering his lap.

"Your aunt," Marcus said, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "The one with the camera."

"The same." Louise released Angie's hand and moved toward the bed, slipping onto the mattress beside Marcus like she belonged there. "She wants to join us."

Angie's heels seemed rooted to the floor. Her eyes traveled over Marcus's body—the defined muscles, the trail of hair leading down his stomach, the thick cock resting against his thigh.

She wanted to touch it.

"Come here," DeShawn said, his voice softer but no less commanding. He shifted, making room.

Angie's legs moved before her mind could object. She sank onto the edge of the bed, her sundress riding up her thighs, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain they could all hear it.

Marcus reached out, his large hand wrapping around her ankle. "You watched your niece take both of us last night."

"I did."

"Did you like what you saw?"

Angie swallowed hard. "Yes."

"What was your favorite part?"

She felt Louise's eyes on her, watching, waiting. This was a test. A doorway.

"When she was between you." Angie's voice was barely a whisper. "When you were both inside her."

Marcus's thumb traced circles against her ankle bone. "You want to know what that feels like?"

"Yes."

DeShawn moved closer, his hand finding the zipper at the back of her sundress. "Let us show you."

The dress pooled around her waist, then her hips, then fell away entirely. Angie sat in nothing but her underwear, her body exposed to three sets of hungry eyes.

"Beautiful," Marcus murmured. "Louise takes after you."

Her niece laughed softly, reaching out to trace a finger along Angie's shoulder. "She's gorgeous, isn't she? I've always thought so."

Angie trembled as DeShawn's hands found her waist, lifting her, positioning her. She found herself on her hands and knees, the mattress soft beneath her knees, her body centered between both men.

Marcus moved in front of her, his cock swelling as she watched. He was thick—thicker than Mark, thicker than her toy—and she felt her mouth water at the sight.

"Suck me," he commanded gently.

She lowered her head, her tongue tracing the head of his cock, tasting salt and musk and something uniquely male. He groaned above her, his hand finding the back of her head, guiding her deeper.

Behind her, DeShawn's hands spread her thighs wider. She felt the bed shift as he positioned himself, felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was already soaked—had been since she walked through the door.

"Watch," DeShawn said to Louise, as he pushed inside.

Angie's moan was muffled around Marcus's cock as DeShawn filled her completely. He was enormous, stretching her in ways she hadn't experienced in years, and her body sang with the fullness of it.

And then they began to move.

Marcus held her head steady as he fucked her mouth, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. DeShawn gripped her hips from behind, each thrust driving her forward onto Marcus's cock before pulling her back again.

She was theirs. Completely theirs.

Louise watched from the side of the bed, her hand between her own thighs, her eyes dark with desire as she watched her aunt being stuffed from both ends.

Angie had never felt more alive.

Angie's body trembled between Marcus and DeShawn, their cocks still moving inside her in that devastating rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of consciousness. Her jaw ached pleasantly from Marcus's girth, her pussy stretched obscenely around DeShawn's massive shaft, and still she wanted more. Needed more.

She heard Louise moving behind her, the soft rustle of fabric, the click of something plastic. Then her niece's warm body pressed against her side, those full breasts flattening against her arm.

"Having fun, Auntie?" Louise's voice was breathless, hungry.

Angie pulled off Marcus's cock just enough to speak, saliva stringing from her lips to his dark head. "God, yes."

"Good." Louise's hand slid down Angie's arched back, fingertips tracing her spine. "Because we're just getting started."

DeShawn slowed his thrusts, his hands gripping Angie's hips tighter. "You think you can take more?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with possibility. Angie's mind raced, trying to imagine what "more" could possibly mean when she was already stuffed full in two holes. Then she felt it—Louise's fingers trailing lower, brushing against the tight ring of her ass.

Her breath caught.

"You've never had anyone here, have you?" Louise's whisper was conspiratorial, delicious. "I can tell. You're so tight."

"I—" Angie's voice cracked. "Mark tried once. I was too nervous."

"Mmm." Louise pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "We'll go slow. But trust me, you're going to love it."

DeShawn pulled out slowly, agonizingly, his cock dragging along every nerve ending until only the tip remained inside her. Marcus shifted beneath her, sliding down the bed until he was positioned directly beneath her, his rigid cock pressing against her belly.

"I want to feel you from the front," Marcus growled, his large hands gripping her waist. "Climb on."

Angie moved on instinct, her body obeying before her mind could process. She straddled him, reaching down to guide his thick cock to her entrance. The head slipped inside, stretching her again, and she sank down with a low moan until he was fully seated inside her.

"Good girl." Marcus's thumb found her clit, pressing in slow circles. "Now bend down. Chest to chest."

She lowered herself, her breasts pressing against his broad chest, her face buried in the curve of his neck. She could feel his heartbeat thundering beneath her cheek.

The bed shifted behind her. She heard Louise moving, the soft sound of straps being adjusted, then something cool and slick pressing against her tight entrance.

"Louise got her toy ready," DeShawn said from somewhere to the side, his voice thick with arousal. "Our girl loves using it."

"Watch closely, DeShawn," Louise said, her voice taking on a commanding edge that made Angie's cunt clench around Marcus's cock. "I've wanted to do this to her since I first saw her."

The pressure against Angie's ass increased, slow and steady. She forced herself to relax, to breathe through the initial resistance. The tip of Louise's strap-on pushed past the tight ring, and Angie gasped at the strange sensation—uncomfortable at first, then transforming into something else entirely.

"Oh God—" Her voice came out strangled.

"Too much?" Louise paused, one hand pressing soothingly against Angie's lower back.

"No. More. Please."

Louise pushed forward gradually, the toy sliding deeper with each passing second. Angie had never felt anything like it—the tightness, the fullness, the way her body opened around the intrusion until it was fully seated inside her.

Then Marcus began to move.

His hips rolled beneath her, his cock sliding in her pussy, and the dual sensation made her vision blur. She could feel both of them now—Marcus filling her cunt, Louise's strap-on filling her ass—and her body sang with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"You look so beautiful like this," Louise breathed, beginning to thrust in earnest now. Her hands gripped Angie's hips, setting a rhythm that matched Marcus's movements below. "My perfect aunt, taking both of us so well."

Angie couldn't form words. Could barely form thoughts. There was only sensation—two different kinds of fullness, two different rhythms, her body being used and pleasured in ways she'd never imagined possible.

Then the bed dipped again, and she felt DeShawn's presence beside them. His hand found her chin, tilting her face toward him. His cock was hard again, massive and dark against his stomach.

"Open," he commanded.

She did, her jaw stretching around him as he pushed inside her mouth. Now she was full in every hole—pussy, ass, mouth—and the completeness of it made something crack open inside her.

She came without warning, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed between the three of them, her moans vibrating around DeShawn's cock, her cunt spasming around Marcus's shaft. She could hear Louise moaning too, the friction of the strap-on's base against her own clit clearly bringing her pleasure.

"That's it," Louise gasped, her thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, I'm going to cum too—"

Her niece's body jerked behind her, a high keen filling the room, and Angie felt another orgasm building already from the way Louise's movements had become desperate and uncoordinated.

DeShawn pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "I need back inside that pussy."

Angie's eyes widened. "Both of you? At once?"

"If you can take it." DeShawn's smile was wicked. "Louise, pull out slowly."

The strap-on slid from her ass, leaving her feeling suddenly empty despite Marcus still filling her cunt. DeShawn positioned himself between Marcus's spread legs, his massive cock pressing against her already-stretched entrance alongside Marcus's.

"Relax," Marcus murmured against her ear. "Breathe for us."

Angie exhaled shakily, forcing her body to unclench. The pressure was intense as DeShawn pushed forward, his cock sliding in inch by agonizing inch beside Marcus's. She had never felt so stretched, so impossibly full, and she could feel every ridge and vein of both men as they settled inside her.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—" The words tumbled from her lips like a prayer.

"Look at me," Louise commanded, appearing beside them. Her niece's face was flushed, her dark hair wild around her shoulders. "I want to see your face when you cum with both of them inside you."

DeShawn began to move first, his thrusts shallow and careful, allowing her body to adjust. Marcus followed, his hips rolling in counterpoint, and the sensation of both cocks moving inside her—sometimes together, sometimes alternating—made Angie's mind shatter.

Her second orgasm hit her harder than the first, her entire body shaking, her nails digging into Marcus's shoulders. She could feel her pussy clenching around both of them, could feel them grinding against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated them.

"Jesus," DeShawn groaned, his pace quickening. "She's so fucking tight like this."

"Make her cum again," Louise said, her hand finding Angie's breast, pinching the nipple. "I want to watch her fall apart."

Marcus's thumb returned to her clit, pressing and rubbing in tight circles while both men fucked her with increasing urgency. The pleasure was overwhelming—too much and not enough, and Angie felt another orgasm building almost immediately on the heels of the last one.

"I'm close," Marcus growled, his rhythm becoming erratic.

"Me too," DeShawn grunted, his hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise.

"Cum inside me," Angie heard herself beg, her voice unrecognizable. "Both of you. Fill me up."

Her words pushed them over the edge. She felt both cocks pulse inside her, felt the first hot spurts of cum flooding her cunt, and her own orgasm ripped through her with enough force to make her scream. Wave after wave crashed over her as both men emptied themselves inside her, their groans mixing with her cries, their cum mixing in her stuffed pussy.

Louise came too, her hand frantically rubbing her own clit, her body shaking as she watched her aunt being filled with cum. "Fuck, that's so hot—" Her voice broke on a moan.

When it was over, Angie collapsed against Marcus's chest, her body trembling with aftershocks. She could feel cum leaking out around their softening cocks, could feel the mess they'd made of her, and somehow that made her feel more satisfied than she'd been in her entire life.

Marcus pressed a kiss to her forehead. DeShawn's hands gentled on her hips, sliding away slowly. And Louise curled against her side, her niece's warm body comforting and familiar.

"That was incredible," Angie whispered, her voice hoarse.

"We're just getting started, Auntie," Louise replied, her smile evident in her voice. "We have all day."