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Here's the fourth part in the Naughty Niece saga. All characters who engage in sex acts in the story below are of legal, consensual age. NOTE: all the parts of this story take place within a few days of each other, so it's still Winter just as it was in part 1.
Naughty Niece Part 4
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
I groaned and covered my eyes with the back of my arm in a desperate attempt to shield them from the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. I was still exhausted from the events of the previous day, so I decided to get a little more sleep. Just as I was drifting off again, I heard soft snoring beside me. I was wondering why my wife was still asleep(she's usually up and about earlier than I am) when it dawned on me that I wasn't in my bed--I was in Dacey's! My eyes snapped open and I found myself face to face with my beautiful blonde niece. She was fast asleep, one arm draped across my chest. She was still topless, and a quick squeeze of her diapered bottom revealed that she'd soiled herself. Panic set in: Surely Janisette's awake and looking for me! What if she finds us together? Why was I foolish enough to spend the night in Dacey's bed? Cursing my stupidity, I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor. Before I could make good my escape, Dacey's arms shot out and wrapped round my waist.
" 'Mornin' sweet-ums!" She sleepily murmured.
"Good morning, Dace," I tersely replied.
"I just had the most amazing dream, Daddy!" Dacey rested one side of her face against the small of my back before she went on. "I dreamt that you'd got me pregnant!"
"What?" I tensed up as a jolt of ice shot down my spine.
"We started our own little family. Auntie Jan was nowhere to be found; it was perfect!" Dacey whispered dreamily.
"Dace, are you trying to tell me something?" I tried to keep the growing panic out of my voice, but I failed miserably.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Reginald?" Dacey laughed.
"I'm being serious, young lady! Are you..."
"Relax, Daddy! It was just a dream, OK? I'm not pregnant. I'm still taking birth control, and me period's due in a few weeks."
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand, but Dacey held me fast. "Dace--!"
"Come back to bed, Daddy: I wanna cuddle!"
"I can't, sweetheart! Your aunt--!" Before I could say another word, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door. "Shit!" I hissed under my breath.
"Dacey!" Janisette shouted as she pounded on the door. "Are you still in bed?" Get up, you're going to be late for school!"
"I'm awake, Auntie Jan!" Dacey said.
"Open the door." Janisette said.
"Why?" Dacey laid on her back and folded her arms: she didn't seem at all concerned that we were moments away from being discovered.
"I need to check your nappy. Now, open this door!" Janisette ordered.
"You just wanna see my bum again, don't you?" Dacey jeered.
"Dacinda Joy Carrington, open the door this instant!" Janisette growled.
"Alright, keep your knickers on!" Dacey said. She then whispered in my ear: "You'd best get under the bed Uncle Reg!"
"Bugger!" My heart racing like a stallion, I did as I was told. The floor beneath the bed was littered with Dacey's dirty laundry--bras, socks, and a few heavily soiled knickers that Janisette had missed when she'd taken the others the previous day.
Dacey peered over the edge of the bed and put a finger to her lips. "Shh!" She then jumped up and bounded toward the door.
"Still naked, I see." Janisette tutted disapprovingly as she entered the room.
"I was under the impression that I could wear whatever I chose to in the privacy of my own room!" Dacey countered.
"This is my daughter's room, not yours! We're just letting you use it for the time being," Janisette sneered. "Right, let's get this over with." I heard Dacey's diaper crinkle softly as Janisette pulled back the waistband and looked inside. "I'm very disappointed in you, young lady." She sighed.
"I'm sorry--I was so wasted last night that I lost control of meself!" Dacey said in a voice that was absolutely free of remorse.
My blood turned to ice as I saw Janisette's feet approaching the bed; I drew myself as far back as I could get. I needn't have worried--she merely sat on the edge of the bed. "Take that filthy thing off and lay face down on my lap," She ordered.
"Please don't spank me, Auntie Jan!" Dacey pleaded. "Me bum's still sore from the last time!"
"You brought this on yourself, Dacey. Now, take that nappy off and get over here--you seriously don't want to make me come and get you!"
"OK, OK!" Dacey sighed. Seconds later, her feet were directly in front of my face; the smell of her hot pink toenail polish made my nose tingle.
"Well? Off with them!" Janisette huffed.
Dacey's diaper instantly slid down her legs and fell to the floor; it was inches away from my nose. As always, her poo had a faintly sweet aroma. The girl devoured sweets; I suppose that her body could only absorb so much sugar before it had to get rid of the rest. The bed creaked softly as Dacey joined Janisette on top of it. It suddenly occurred to me that Dacey was completely nude as she mounted Janisette's lap. My wife was probably near naked as well; in the morning, all she usually wore was a dressing gown with nothing underneath. The thought of the two of them in that state instantly got me rock hard. My lurid thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of Janisette brutally slapping Dacey's arse over and over again.
"OW! OW! Please, Mummy, I"ve had enough!" Dacey squealed.
"I'll decide when you've had enough!" Janisette shouted as she delivered a flurry of blows in rapid succession.
"OW!!!" Dacey wailed.
My willy strained to be free of my pyjama bottoms. I flushed with shame as I realized that my niece's predicament was turning me on.
After one last massive swat, Janisette heaved a massive sigh. "Get off of me," She said. A few seconds later, she stood up. "Your month of nappy wearing is now extended by one week; if you continue to defy me, I'll see to it that you wear them year round! Is that understood, young lady?"
"Yes, Mummy," was Dacey's muffled reply.
"I'm not your mum; do address me properly."
"Yes, Auntie Jan." Dacey sobbed.
"Now, go clean yourself up and get ready for school!" I watched with bated breath as Janisette stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"She's gone. You can come out now." Dacey whispered.
In spite of being given the all clear, I waited until I heard Janisette's footsteps in the hallway before I left my hiding place. Dacey was laying on her side with her hand between her legs. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Never better!" She cooed whilst idly stroking her fanny. "I just came."
"I beg your pardon?" I asked confusedly. I'd been prepared to comfort my crying, hysterical niece, but obviously she wasn't as distressed as I thought she would be.
"You heard me, Reginald!" Dacey grinned as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I came while Auntie Jan was spanking me; I probably got pussy juice all over her lap!"
"Y-you didn't--!" I stammered.
"I might have done!" she giggled. "You know how wet I get when I get turned on!" She kissed me then, filling my mouth with the aroma of the cherry flavoured cigarettes that she smoked. "I love everything that Auntie Jan's doing to me!" she whispered when our lips parted.
"What?" I grinned stupidly, my hands squeezing her bare bottom.
"It's true!" she laughed. "I was angry at first, but being spanked and forced to wear diapers....it turns me on! I love being dominated by her, so you better not try to stop her, Daddy!"
"Or what?"
"If you make her stop, you're cut off: no more sex from me ever! And I know that you're far too addicted to my pussy to ever let that happen." Dacey reached into my trousers and yanked out my cock, which was naturally quite hard. She led me by it to the door, opened it, and shoved me into the hallway. "Now, out you get before Auntie Jan comes back to check on me." I turned around for one last kiss; unfortunately, the only thing that met my lips was Dacey's poo filled diaper: she'd rolled it into a ball and chucked it at me. "Be a dear and dispose of that for me, Reginald," She chuckled before slamming the door in my face.
After getting rid of the dirty diaper, I went into my study, locked the door, and went into my private bathroom. After I showered and got dressed, I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. Dacey, dressed in her school uniform, was at the stove frying up some "French toast" and bacon for me. "Have a seat, Uncle Reg!" she ordered. "Breakfast is almost done. "
Janisette was glaring at her with her arms folded and leaning against the wall. She was wearing a burgundy coloured power suit with a miniskirt and champagne coloured heels. Casually, she reached over and lifted up Dacey's skirt, exposing her shapely alabaster arse. "Where's your nappy?" she growled.
Dacey merely shrugged and kept on cooking.
"It seems like you're in need of another lesson," Janisette growled.
Dacey bent over the stove and stuck out her bottom, ready and willing to receive another spanking. She even bit her lip in anticipation of it.
Just as Janisette was about to deliver a blow to my niece's bum, I caught ahold of her wrist. "Jan, she's had enough for one day!" I snarled. I knew Dacey had warned me not to keep Janisette from disciplining her, but I was afraid that my wife was going to seriously injure her.
Janisette pulled her hand away. "Go put on your nappy. NOW. And your period of wearing them has now been extended by another week."
"Yes, Mummy!" Dacey gave Janisette a peck
on the cheek and raced out of the kitchen.
"I'm not your---Oh, that girl!" Janisette grimaced and sat down at the table. Dacey had made her breakfast as well, and she grudgingly tucked in. It was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying her meal, but she didn't want to let on.
I sat down just as Dacey returned to the kitchen. She hiked up her skirt and slipped on the diaper, not even caring that she'd just flashed her fanny and bum to her aunt and I. "Dacey..." I sighed. She then returned to the stove, put my food on a plate, and slammed it down in front of me. Finally, she made herself a bowl of cereal and sat in my lap!
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Janisette demanded.
"Sitting on Daddy's lap, silly!" Dacey grinned and stuck out her tongue.
"Get off of him or so help me..."
"If you're going to treat her like a child, I see no reason why she shouldn't act like one!" I countered.
Janisette glared at us.
Dacey would not sit still; she bounced and ground her arse against my crotch as she ate. Needless to say, all of that got me quite hard. Soon, she gave up all pretense and started dry humping me: I was grateful that my wife could not see what was going on under the table! "I'm not too heavy, am I, Daddy?" she asked with a naughty smile.
"N-no, not at all!" I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"I'm going to work." Janisette jumped up and stormed out of the kitchen, apparently no longer able to stand the sight of us. Seconds later, the front door opened and quickly slammed shut.
"Oh Dacey--!" I put my face against the back of my niece's neck and kissed it softly as I came in my trousers.
"You naughty boy!" Dacey chuckled. "You're supposed to cum in me or on me, not in your
pants!"
"Next time, darling; I promise!" I smiled. "Now let's get you to school."
"Oh no! I'm not going to school today!" Dacey turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. When she'd removed her tongue from my mouth, she said "You're taking me shopping for new bras and knickers."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes, you are!" Dacey jumped to her feet and pulled me along with her. "You kept auntie from spanking me. Now you have to buy me new pants to get back in my good graces."
"Dace....."
"Do it or no more pussy! I mean it! "
And so it was that I found myself outside of a department store changing room at nine in the morning whilst my niece tried on bras and pants. Before long, the door opened; Dacey stuck out an arm and beckoned to me. I looked round: the store was sparsely populated, so there was little chance of me getting caught. I threw all caution to the wind and stepped inside.
Dacey was stood in the middle of the dressing room wearing a matching powder blue bra and panties set. Pants that she'd tried on and discarded were strewn all over the floor. She was also smoking her favourite brand of cherry flavoured cigarettes. "So, are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna fuck me? " she purred, smoke billowing from her lips.
"Dace, we shouldn't--! "
"Oh please. We've been screwing for weeks now; you know you can't resist me." Dacey walked up to me and unzipped my fly: my rock hard cock sprang free at once. "See? You're already hard. You want this just as bad as I do." She gripped it firmly and wanked me for a bit. "You like that, you dirty old man? "
"Yes," I sighed.
"I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Right here, right now." She let go of my todger, unhooked her bra and slipped it off. I cupped her huge tits at once and squeezed them hard. "C'mon Daddy, you can do better than that. Harder! Don't be scared to leave a mark on me. Oh yeah baby, that's it! Dig your nails in--! YES, OH YES!" Dacey moaned softly, buried her face in my chest, and wrapped her arms around me. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart," I whispered.
Seconds later, I felt water splashing on my feet and I knew at once that Dacey was wetting her knickers. "Hold me, Daddy," she panted. As I did so, the air filled with the sickeningly sweet aroma of her poo. I imagine that it had something to do with all the sweets that she ate. Her body could only absorb so much sugar: it had to void the rest. When she finished dumping in her pants, she turned her back on me and started grinding her bum against my hard cock. "Fuck me, Daddy, " she whispered. "Stick it in me bum." She didn't wait for an answer: she reached back, pulled out my cock, and applied a copious amount of lube to it (I honestly have no idea where she keeps the stuff).
Although there weren't that many people in the shop, there was still a chance that we'd get caught, so there was no time for foreplay or a marathon fuck session. This had to be quick and dirty. I shoved my cock into her messy bum hole and pounded her hard.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy, " she moaned over and over again whilst stroking herself between the legs.
"Oh, Dacey!" I grunted, groping her breasts through her silky white blouse.
"How does that feel, Daddy? Do you like fucking me up the arse?"
"Yes! I love fucking your filthy arse hole! " I sighed. After a few minutes of rough fucking, I reached my limit. "Dace, I'm going to cum!"
"Ohhhh.... Cum in me mouth, Daddy!" Dacey moaned as she slid off my cock and down to her knees. She caught hold of my poo covered willy, crammed it in her mouth, and practically swallowed it whole.
"FUCK!" I shut my eyes and fired spurt after spurt of cum down my darling's throat; she dutifully swallowed every last drop. After a quick kiss, we got dressed and I gathered up all the bras and knickers that Dacey had tried on. She pulled up the pair of panties that she'd soiled, giggling as poo squished softly against her bum. She then waddled out of the dressing room and I dutifully followed, my arms overflowing with knickers. I went to the front of the store and sat the pants on the counter in front of the cashier.
"Ugh, something stinks!" the woman grimaced whilst running the barcode attached to the undergarments over the scanner one by one.
"That's me!" Dacey proudly announced. "I shat me self!"
"S-she's got a touch of the flu," I hastily explained.
"I'm afraid that I've ruined the pair of knickers that I was trying on, " Dacey said.
"That's quite alright, happens to the best of us all the time, " the cashier said. She picked up the pace of her scanning, as if she was eager to get rid of us. After she'd finished, and all the bras and knickers were bagged and paid for, she whispered to us, "Young woman, you can get yourself cleaned up in the employee bathroom if you like."
"That's OK, I can wash my bum when I get home!" Dacey chuckled and headed for the door.
"T-thank you," I stammered as I took the bags from the cashier.
"Word to the wise: if you and your....daughter insist on playing these little games, you should invest in some plastic pants. Cuts down on the smell," the cashier said without a hint of emotion.
"I'll keep that in mind." I quickly left the store: I could feel the woman's gaze practically burning a hole in my back.
Outside, Dacey was leaning against my car having a smoke. When she saw me, she opened her coat and flashed her tits; her blouse was unbuttoned to the navel.
"Put those away before you catch your death!" I sighed.
"Make me!" she sneered.
"Have it your own way." I went to the rear of the car and put the bags in the boot. We then got in the car. I started it up and let it idle for a bit: it was an extremely cold day and I was trying to warm it up.
"We really need to find someplace to hide my new undies: I really don't want Auntie Jan to find them, " Dacey said. "I love the spankings and everything, but taking all of my knickers was a bit much!"
"Now that you've got them, I really do think that you should be getting to school," I said through chattering teeth.
"Don't be silly: our daddy/daughter day is just getting started!" As she spoke, she reached over and pulled my cock out of my trousers: it instantly got hard.
"Dace, not here! What if someone sees us?"
"Shush. It's snowing much too hard for that. Now, let me help you get warm." With that, she mounted me, hiking up her skirt and pulling the front of her poo filled panties to one side. "Mmmm.... " she moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock. She then wrapped her arms around me, pressed her face against the side of my neck, and fucked me as hard as she could!
I shut my eyes and prayed for enough strength to deal with my niece's insatiable sexual appetite for the rest of the day.
Naughty Niece Part 4
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
I groaned and covered my eyes with the back of my arm in a desperate attempt to shield them from the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. I was still exhausted from the events of the previous day, so I decided to get a little more sleep. Just as I was drifting off again, I heard soft snoring beside me. I was wondering why my wife was still asleep(she's usually up and about earlier than I am) when it dawned on me that I wasn't in my bed--I was in Dacey's! My eyes snapped open and I found myself face to face with my beautiful blonde niece. She was fast asleep, one arm draped across my chest. She was still topless, and a quick squeeze of her diapered bottom revealed that she'd soiled herself. Panic set in: Surely Janisette's awake and looking for me! What if she finds us together? Why was I foolish enough to spend the night in Dacey's bed? Cursing my stupidity, I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor. Before I could make good my escape, Dacey's arms shot out and wrapped round my waist.
" 'Mornin' sweet-ums!" She sleepily murmured.
"Good morning, Dace," I tersely replied.
"I just had the most amazing dream, Daddy!" Dacey rested one side of her face against the small of my back before she went on. "I dreamt that you'd got me pregnant!"
"What?" I tensed up as a jolt of ice shot down my spine.
"We started our own little family. Auntie Jan was nowhere to be found; it was perfect!" Dacey whispered dreamily.
"Dace, are you trying to tell me something?" I tried to keep the growing panic out of my voice, but I failed miserably.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Reginald?" Dacey laughed.
"I'm being serious, young lady! Are you..."
"Relax, Daddy! It was just a dream, OK? I'm not pregnant. I'm still taking birth control, and me period's due in a few weeks."
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand, but Dacey held me fast. "Dace--!"
"Come back to bed, Daddy: I wanna cuddle!"
"I can't, sweetheart! Your aunt--!" Before I could say another word, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door. "Shit!" I hissed under my breath.
"Dacey!" Janisette shouted as she pounded on the door. "Are you still in bed?" Get up, you're going to be late for school!"
"I'm awake, Auntie Jan!" Dacey said.
"Open the door." Janisette said.
"Why?" Dacey laid on her back and folded her arms: she didn't seem at all concerned that we were moments away from being discovered.
"I need to check your nappy. Now, open this door!" Janisette ordered.
"You just wanna see my bum again, don't you?" Dacey jeered.
"Dacinda Joy Carrington, open the door this instant!" Janisette growled.
"Alright, keep your knickers on!" Dacey said. She then whispered in my ear: "You'd best get under the bed Uncle Reg!"
"Bugger!" My heart racing like a stallion, I did as I was told. The floor beneath the bed was littered with Dacey's dirty laundry--bras, socks, and a few heavily soiled knickers that Janisette had missed when she'd taken the others the previous day.
Dacey peered over the edge of the bed and put a finger to her lips. "Shh!" She then jumped up and bounded toward the door.
"Still naked, I see." Janisette tutted disapprovingly as she entered the room.
"I was under the impression that I could wear whatever I chose to in the privacy of my own room!" Dacey countered.
"This is my daughter's room, not yours! We're just letting you use it for the time being," Janisette sneered. "Right, let's get this over with." I heard Dacey's diaper crinkle softly as Janisette pulled back the waistband and looked inside. "I'm very disappointed in you, young lady." She sighed.
"I'm sorry--I was so wasted last night that I lost control of meself!" Dacey said in a voice that was absolutely free of remorse.
My blood turned to ice as I saw Janisette's feet approaching the bed; I drew myself as far back as I could get. I needn't have worried--she merely sat on the edge of the bed. "Take that filthy thing off and lay face down on my lap," She ordered.
"Please don't spank me, Auntie Jan!" Dacey pleaded. "Me bum's still sore from the last time!"
"You brought this on yourself, Dacey. Now, take that nappy off and get over here--you seriously don't want to make me come and get you!"
"OK, OK!" Dacey sighed. Seconds later, her feet were directly in front of my face; the smell of her hot pink toenail polish made my nose tingle.
"Well? Off with them!" Janisette huffed.
Dacey's diaper instantly slid down her legs and fell to the floor; it was inches away from my nose. As always, her poo had a faintly sweet aroma. The girl devoured sweets; I suppose that her body could only absorb so much sugar before it had to get rid of the rest. The bed creaked softly as Dacey joined Janisette on top of it. It suddenly occurred to me that Dacey was completely nude as she mounted Janisette's lap. My wife was probably near naked as well; in the morning, all she usually wore was a dressing gown with nothing underneath. The thought of the two of them in that state instantly got me rock hard. My lurid thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of Janisette brutally slapping Dacey's arse over and over again.
"OW! OW! Please, Mummy, I"ve had enough!" Dacey squealed.
"I'll decide when you've had enough!" Janisette shouted as she delivered a flurry of blows in rapid succession.
"OW!!!" Dacey wailed.
My willy strained to be free of my pyjama bottoms. I flushed with shame as I realized that my niece's predicament was turning me on.
After one last massive swat, Janisette heaved a massive sigh. "Get off of me," She said. A few seconds later, she stood up. "Your month of nappy wearing is now extended by one week; if you continue to defy me, I'll see to it that you wear them year round! Is that understood, young lady?"
"Yes, Mummy," was Dacey's muffled reply.
"I'm not your mum; do address me properly."
"Yes, Auntie Jan." Dacey sobbed.
"Now, go clean yourself up and get ready for school!" I watched with bated breath as Janisette stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"She's gone. You can come out now." Dacey whispered.
In spite of being given the all clear, I waited until I heard Janisette's footsteps in the hallway before I left my hiding place. Dacey was laying on her side with her hand between her legs. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Never better!" She cooed whilst idly stroking her fanny. "I just came."
"I beg your pardon?" I asked confusedly. I'd been prepared to comfort my crying, hysterical niece, but obviously she wasn't as distressed as I thought she would be.
"You heard me, Reginald!" Dacey grinned as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I came while Auntie Jan was spanking me; I probably got pussy juice all over her lap!"
"Y-you didn't--!" I stammered.
"I might have done!" she giggled. "You know how wet I get when I get turned on!" She kissed me then, filling my mouth with the aroma of the cherry flavoured cigarettes that she smoked. "I love everything that Auntie Jan's doing to me!" she whispered when our lips parted.
"What?" I grinned stupidly, my hands squeezing her bare bottom.
"It's true!" she laughed. "I was angry at first, but being spanked and forced to wear diapers....it turns me on! I love being dominated by her, so you better not try to stop her, Daddy!"
"Or what?"
"If you make her stop, you're cut off: no more sex from me ever! And I know that you're far too addicted to my pussy to ever let that happen." Dacey reached into my trousers and yanked out my cock, which was naturally quite hard. She led me by it to the door, opened it, and shoved me into the hallway. "Now, out you get before Auntie Jan comes back to check on me." I turned around for one last kiss; unfortunately, the only thing that met my lips was Dacey's poo filled diaper: she'd rolled it into a ball and chucked it at me. "Be a dear and dispose of that for me, Reginald," She chuckled before slamming the door in my face.
After getting rid of the dirty diaper, I went into my study, locked the door, and went into my private bathroom. After I showered and got dressed, I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. Dacey, dressed in her school uniform, was at the stove frying up some "French toast" and bacon for me. "Have a seat, Uncle Reg!" she ordered. "Breakfast is almost done. "
Janisette was glaring at her with her arms folded and leaning against the wall. She was wearing a burgundy coloured power suit with a miniskirt and champagne coloured heels. Casually, she reached over and lifted up Dacey's skirt, exposing her shapely alabaster arse. "Where's your nappy?" she growled.
Dacey merely shrugged and kept on cooking.
"It seems like you're in need of another lesson," Janisette growled.
Dacey bent over the stove and stuck out her bottom, ready and willing to receive another spanking. She even bit her lip in anticipation of it.
Just as Janisette was about to deliver a blow to my niece's bum, I caught ahold of her wrist. "Jan, she's had enough for one day!" I snarled. I knew Dacey had warned me not to keep Janisette from disciplining her, but I was afraid that my wife was going to seriously injure her.
Janisette pulled her hand away. "Go put on your nappy. NOW. And your period of wearing them has now been extended by another week."
"Yes, Mummy!" Dacey gave Janisette a peck
on the cheek and raced out of the kitchen.
"I'm not your---Oh, that girl!" Janisette grimaced and sat down at the table. Dacey had made her breakfast as well, and she grudgingly tucked in. It was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying her meal, but she didn't want to let on.
I sat down just as Dacey returned to the kitchen. She hiked up her skirt and slipped on the diaper, not even caring that she'd just flashed her fanny and bum to her aunt and I. "Dacey..." I sighed. She then returned to the stove, put my food on a plate, and slammed it down in front of me. Finally, she made herself a bowl of cereal and sat in my lap!
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Janisette demanded.
"Sitting on Daddy's lap, silly!" Dacey grinned and stuck out her tongue.
"Get off of him or so help me..."
"If you're going to treat her like a child, I see no reason why she shouldn't act like one!" I countered.
Janisette glared at us.
Dacey would not sit still; she bounced and ground her arse against my crotch as she ate. Needless to say, all of that got me quite hard. Soon, she gave up all pretense and started dry humping me: I was grateful that my wife could not see what was going on under the table! "I'm not too heavy, am I, Daddy?" she asked with a naughty smile.
"N-no, not at all!" I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"I'm going to work." Janisette jumped up and stormed out of the kitchen, apparently no longer able to stand the sight of us. Seconds later, the front door opened and quickly slammed shut.
"Oh Dacey--!" I put my face against the back of my niece's neck and kissed it softly as I came in my trousers.
"You naughty boy!" Dacey chuckled. "You're supposed to cum in me or on me, not in your
pants!"
"Next time, darling; I promise!" I smiled. "Now let's get you to school."
"Oh no! I'm not going to school today!" Dacey turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. When she'd removed her tongue from my mouth, she said "You're taking me shopping for new bras and knickers."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes, you are!" Dacey jumped to her feet and pulled me along with her. "You kept auntie from spanking me. Now you have to buy me new pants to get back in my good graces."
"Dace....."
"Do it or no more pussy! I mean it! "
And so it was that I found myself outside of a department store changing room at nine in the morning whilst my niece tried on bras and pants. Before long, the door opened; Dacey stuck out an arm and beckoned to me. I looked round: the store was sparsely populated, so there was little chance of me getting caught. I threw all caution to the wind and stepped inside.
Dacey was stood in the middle of the dressing room wearing a matching powder blue bra and panties set. Pants that she'd tried on and discarded were strewn all over the floor. She was also smoking her favourite brand of cherry flavoured cigarettes. "So, are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna fuck me? " she purred, smoke billowing from her lips.
"Dace, we shouldn't--! "
"Oh please. We've been screwing for weeks now; you know you can't resist me." Dacey walked up to me and unzipped my fly: my rock hard cock sprang free at once. "See? You're already hard. You want this just as bad as I do." She gripped it firmly and wanked me for a bit. "You like that, you dirty old man? "
"Yes," I sighed.
"I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Right here, right now." She let go of my todger, unhooked her bra and slipped it off. I cupped her huge tits at once and squeezed them hard. "C'mon Daddy, you can do better than that. Harder! Don't be scared to leave a mark on me. Oh yeah baby, that's it! Dig your nails in--! YES, OH YES!" Dacey moaned softly, buried her face in my chest, and wrapped her arms around me. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart," I whispered.
Seconds later, I felt water splashing on my feet and I knew at once that Dacey was wetting her knickers. "Hold me, Daddy," she panted. As I did so, the air filled with the sickeningly sweet aroma of her poo. I imagine that it had something to do with all the sweets that she ate. Her body could only absorb so much sugar: it had to void the rest. When she finished dumping in her pants, she turned her back on me and started grinding her bum against my hard cock. "Fuck me, Daddy, " she whispered. "Stick it in me bum." She didn't wait for an answer: she reached back, pulled out my cock, and applied a copious amount of lube to it (I honestly have no idea where she keeps the stuff).
Although there weren't that many people in the shop, there was still a chance that we'd get caught, so there was no time for foreplay or a marathon fuck session. This had to be quick and dirty. I shoved my cock into her messy bum hole and pounded her hard.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy, " she moaned over and over again whilst stroking herself between the legs.
"Oh, Dacey!" I grunted, groping her breasts through her silky white blouse.
"How does that feel, Daddy? Do you like fucking me up the arse?"
"Yes! I love fucking your filthy arse hole! " I sighed. After a few minutes of rough fucking, I reached my limit. "Dace, I'm going to cum!"
"Ohhhh.... Cum in me mouth, Daddy!" Dacey moaned as she slid off my cock and down to her knees. She caught hold of my poo covered willy, crammed it in her mouth, and practically swallowed it whole.
"FUCK!" I shut my eyes and fired spurt after spurt of cum down my darling's throat; she dutifully swallowed every last drop. After a quick kiss, we got dressed and I gathered up all the bras and knickers that Dacey had tried on. She pulled up the pair of panties that she'd soiled, giggling as poo squished softly against her bum. She then waddled out of the dressing room and I dutifully followed, my arms overflowing with knickers. I went to the front of the store and sat the pants on the counter in front of the cashier.
"Ugh, something stinks!" the woman grimaced whilst running the barcode attached to the undergarments over the scanner one by one.
"That's me!" Dacey proudly announced. "I shat me self!"
"S-she's got a touch of the flu," I hastily explained.
"I'm afraid that I've ruined the pair of knickers that I was trying on, " Dacey said.
"That's quite alright, happens to the best of us all the time, " the cashier said. She picked up the pace of her scanning, as if she was eager to get rid of us. After she'd finished, and all the bras and knickers were bagged and paid for, she whispered to us, "Young woman, you can get yourself cleaned up in the employee bathroom if you like."
"That's OK, I can wash my bum when I get home!" Dacey chuckled and headed for the door.
"T-thank you," I stammered as I took the bags from the cashier.
"Word to the wise: if you and your....daughter insist on playing these little games, you should invest in some plastic pants. Cuts down on the smell," the cashier said without a hint of emotion.
"I'll keep that in mind." I quickly left the store: I could feel the woman's gaze practically burning a hole in my back.
Outside, Dacey was leaning against my car having a smoke. When she saw me, she opened her coat and flashed her tits; her blouse was unbuttoned to the navel.
"Put those away before you catch your death!" I sighed.
"Make me!" she sneered.
"Have it your own way." I went to the rear of the car and put the bags in the boot. We then got in the car. I started it up and let it idle for a bit: it was an extremely cold day and I was trying to warm it up.
"We really need to find someplace to hide my new undies: I really don't want Auntie Jan to find them, " Dacey said. "I love the spankings and everything, but taking all of my knickers was a bit much!"
"Now that you've got them, I really do think that you should be getting to school," I said through chattering teeth.
"Don't be silly: our daddy/daughter day is just getting started!" As she spoke, she reached over and pulled my cock out of my trousers: it instantly got hard.
"Dace, not here! What if someone sees us?"
"Shush. It's snowing much too hard for that. Now, let me help you get warm." With that, she mounted me, hiking up her skirt and pulling the front of her poo filled panties to one side. "Mmmm.... " she moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock. She then wrapped her arms around me, pressed her face against the side of my neck, and fucked me as hard as she could!
I shut my eyes and prayed for enough strength to deal with my niece's insatiable sexual appetite for the rest of the day.
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