30 WILD EPIC SEXCAPADES COMPILATION's.

My name is Amias. I am a pretty average guy. I have an average job with an average salary. An average home, and an average social life. I'm pretty tall, but not much more than average. A full adult life of being a contractor has left me with a muscled upper body and arms, but I admit I have a beer gut and a small spare tire to match. Not good-looking but not a troll either. Really just your average middle-aged guy. Up until 4 years ago, I would have said I had an average sex life. A few serious relationships but never married. A few one-night hook-ups but definitely not a male whore.

I don't have any strange fetishes, or out of the norm attractions. My past has been all 1 man, 1 woman encounters. My sexual experiences have all been well... Average. Then things changed.

I was adopted, but for the most part, I grew up in what anyone would call a perfectly normal family. I'm the middle child, with an older sister named Olivia and a younger sister named Sofia. Olivia has two boys of her own, and I couldn't be prouder as their uncle. Football, baseball, Boy Scouts..... Her family fits the picture-perfect suburban mold.

Then there's Sofia. By the time she was fifteen, she started going down a different path. She dyed her hair, wore wild clothes, snuck out at night, and spent her weekends drinking with friends. I was already eight years older and living on my own, so I wasn't much of a presence in her life then. That all changed when she turned sixteen and showed up pregnant. She swore her father was the only guy she had ever been with, and I believed her. But he denied everything. He said a girl like her couldn't be trusted, called her names, and then, worst of all, beat her badly before disappearing out of town. (To this day, I'd give anything to know where he ended up.)

My parents were overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle her situation, so Sofia came to live with me. I gave her a choice: if she was going to keep this baby, she needed to straighten up and get serious about her future. To her credit, she did. She finished school, took cooking classes at night, and at seventeen gave birth to my beautiful niece, Dahlia.

For another year they lived with me and I admit the house seemed pretty empty when they left. We would have dinner at least once a week, and the occasional weekend outings. For all manner of things, I was the father figure in my niece's life. My sister had started working at a local restaurant, and "Uncle Amias" became a convenient babysitter. I would complain all the time, but I really enjoyed doing it. As my niece became older, we developed many of the same interests and past times. We both love reading, watching movies, horseback riding (I have a small ranch), target shooting, and many other activities. We could sit around and just talk for hours. So, to me, babysitting was more like hanging out with a friend. So when my niece was around 10 and my sister said she needed a big favor, I was willing to step up.

My sister was offered a promotion at work to become the assistant chef. It was better pay but would require long weekend hours. So, I started picking up Dahlia on Friday afternoons, and usually kept her till Sunday evenings. She had her own room and bathroom, and kept some clothes and essentials there. Some nights she would stay with friends, or I would get a sitter and go out, but for most weekends it was just us. We would hang out all day and at night usually watch a movie before bed and then would talk about our favorite parts or the parts we didn't like, then I would send her off to bed. I would wait for her to yell at me, then we had our bedtime tradition. I would come up and tuck the covers around her and kiss her 3 times. Right cheek, left cheek, forehead, and with each kiss she would say I, Love, You. Then the lights go off. She made me promise to always keep up the tradition, even if she got too old for it.

Time passed but little changed with us. Dahlia started High School, was an honor student who was taking Advanced Placement classes, joined the track team running medium distance races, and still found time to make a little money babysitting from time to time. She obeyed the rules, didn't curse, drink, or smoke. She would do her chores without too much complaining. She really was a good girl. Her mother said she could stay home alone if she wanted, but both of us loved our weekends together.

One afternoon when Dahlia was 18, and I was 37, we enjoyed a full Saturday of shopping, running errands and eating at our favorite lunch spot. She asked if we could watch a movie, and we decided on a silly animated new release that looked like it could be funny. We grabbed a pizza and headed home. After dinner, I made a cocktail and settled in for the show. Dahlia came down after a while in her usual oversized T-shirt and rainbow slippers carrying her pillow. I have always thought my niece was a cute girl, but tonight I realized that she wasn't really cute anymore, she was turning into a beautiful young lady! She had straight blond hair almost down to her waist that she almost always pulled into a ponytail. She looked nothing like my sister except they had the same bright green eyes and full pouty lips. A small upturned nose with just a light spattering of freckles. Very light skin with surprisingly few blemishes for a girl her age. She was only about 5'2 and with all the running she did she had no extra fat on her. Other than that, I really couldn't have told you. Dahlia always wore baggy and oversized clothes, and actually shopped in the boys' section most of the time. I knew she started wearing bras three or four years ago but couldn't guess what size she was. I realized that I should probably start looking out for young adult boys creeping around.

"Ready for the movie?" she asked as she walked into the room.

"Sure" I replied. "You play the movie, and I'm going to have another drink."

When I came back from the kitchen, she had curled up into her usual spot and we started the show. After a bit, I got up and had another drink, although I didn't often drink much during our movie time. When I got up for yet another a bit later, she said, "Yeah, this movie isn't very good, but we paid for it so we should at least finish it."

"Of course we will" I said, so she pushed to play. Like she sometimes does, she moved over, put her pillow in my lap and snuggled down. As I was setting my drink down, I happened to glance over at her. Her legs were curled up on the couch and her shirt was pulled up a little past mid-thigh. "Wow" I thought, now just a little buzzed, all that track practice has done wonders for her legs. Although Dahlia's legs were short, they were perfectly proportioned for her size. Her skin was pale. The calves were slim but muscular and her thighs were much more shapely than I would think an 18-year-old would be. Her legs looked firm and strong with great muscle tone. I found myself glancing back more and more. "I'm her uncle!" I kept thinking. "I shouldn't be checking out her legs". But then I would find myself looking back one more time. Damn! Am I too drunk or am I just some sort of pervert?

I reached for my drink, telling myself I would look no more, and as I did, she moved up a little. Of course, I looked again. Her movement had pulled her shirt just a little higher. I could now see the leg band of her panties. Her whole leg was now on display for me to look at. Wow! The skin looked so smooth, her thighs so nicely shaped I just wanted to reach down and caress it. I leaned over and took another drink. Big mistake! That pulled her shirt up even farther. I could now see 1/4 of her little panties, and it seemed like they were covering a very nice ass.

I could just see the curve of the bottom of her butt cheek, and she had a much more pronounced apple ass than I had ever noticed before. Her panties were white cotton with little blue polka dots. Might have been the cutest sight I had ever seen.

I had totally given up even the act of watching our movie and was completely staring at my 18-year-old niece's perky ass. Man, I realized I had a chubby start. I leaned away from her one more time even though my drink was now empty. She rolled a little more onto her stomach, giving me a fantastic view of one whole cheek and a generous helping of butt crack too. I was trying so hard to stop looking, but the sight was just too amazing. I'm just looking. I figured, I'm not touching. No harm, right?

Well, by this time, I was rock hard, and it was really starting to hurt. Right about the time I thought I should get up and go to the kitchen till I could cool off a bit, Dahlia once again changed position. This time she moved her head around right on top of my crotch.

"What is in here?" she asked, reaching under the pillow. "It's poking my ear."

"Oh Sweetie Don't!" I shouted. But it was too late. She had reached under to move whatever was bothering her and grabbed a handful of her uncle's erection.

"Oh my god! "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she yelled to herself. "Ummmm, Was that what I thought it was?"

I was too mortified to think straight. "Let's just finish this stupid movie and forget about it." I sort of snapped at her.

She sat up and moved to her side of the couch, holding her pillow in front of her like a shield. "Oh man!" I thought. "I have screwed things up really badly!"

The movie ended about 15 minutes later. I don't think I even heard or saw a bit of it. When a movie ends, we usually start talking as the credits roll. This time we sat there till the credits ended in total silence. "Well, screw it! "Guess I'll just get drunk since I've probably lost my niece and my friend all with one erection," I thought to myself. I got up and stalked to the kitchen and made my drink a double. When I came out, Dahlia hadn't moved a muscle. I figured she hated me and was disgusted in equal amounts. So when she spoke, I was more than a little confused.

" I'm sorry, Uncle Amias. "I am SOOO sorry." Her voice was soft and sounded like she was fighting back tears.

"What? Dahlia, you did nothing wrong! It was all my fault. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I touched your... thing, and now you are mad at me."

"Oh Sweetie! That was not your fault, and I'm not mad at you. I was mad at myself and ashamed of myself."

"Why?" she asked me, sitting up and finally looking at me. My turn to look away now.

"Because of the... condition I was in" I answered lamely.

There was perhaps 1 minute of silence when she finally asked "why was it hard?"

Great! Not the conversation I needed while drinking. "Well Dahlia... When a man gets aroused, his, um, penis enlarges and..."

"Not that!" she shouted out sarcastically and condescendingly like only a young adult can. "My mom had "The Talk" with me, and we learned about it in health last semester. Plus I do have friends, you know? Who has had sex before and the males have erections? I mean, why was yours hard? "We were watching a lame kid's movie."

I have always talked to her like an adult, and I have made a point to never lie to her, so I decided I wouldn't start now. " I don't know if it was the drinks or maybe just that I haven't dated much recently but... I... Well... Ok, I'm not going to blame anything but just plain me. We were sitting here ..... And your t-shirt had pulled up... and I had never noticed how nice your legs are... and I could kind of see your panties... and a little of your butt...and I wasn't meaning to look...and I would never touch you inappropriately or anything...and I didn't mean to think about it... but. "I'm sorry." I stammered out like a nervous boy.

She was really quiet and looked about to run away. "You mean you were looking at me when that happened?" she asked quietly and kind of hesitantly. "It was like that because of me?"

" Dahlia, I am sooo sorry! It will never happen again! I won't do anything like this ever again. Please don't be mad at me....... "I don't know how to make this better between us, but I feel horrible." I was near tears. I felt so guilty. We both sat there looking at the blank T.V. screen for quite some time. I figured she was deciding whether or not to call her mom to pick her up or call the cops on her perverted uncle. She said something so quiet I didn't even hear her. "What D.....?"

In a quiet, shy voice she had never used with me before, she said almost into her pillow, "I said... you can look at me some more if you want to."

I almost fell off the couch! There is no way that she actually just said that. "Why would you say that?" I asked.

"Well, when you said that you got a... well you know, because of looking at me, it made me feel kind of special. Pretty I guess. It felt good to know you liked seeing me that way."

"Honey" I said. "You don't have to let me look at you like an old perv for me to tell you how pretty you are."

"But you had never looked at me that way before you saw my panties... I want you to look at me and see what you think."

By this time, she was having a hard time looking at me. Her face was pink from blushing, and I could see her hands trembling. She stood up from the couch and walked in front of the now blank T.V. I knew I better put a stop to this before it got out of hand. "Dahlia! You don't have to do this. I think you are a very pretty girl."

"I know I don't have to do this. You would never let me do anything like this. "I trust you, Uncle Amias. "I want to do this." She looked at me for a moment, as if she was looking for a response. "Do you want to look at me?"

I was stunned I knew I should say no, but all I did was look at her and nod my head.

Dahlia reached down and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. Hesitated a bit, like she was debating if she should really do this, then pulled it slowly off and dropped it next to the couch. She was wearing white cotton bikini underwear with little blue dots and a matching bra. The panties and bra both had little blue bows right at the front. They were not meant to be sexy, just a cute combo that any teen could buy at any store, but right then I thought they were sexier than anything that Victoria's Secret had to offer. She was just standing there, looking down, sort of fiddling with her hands.

Her cute little figure was just there for me to stare at. She started to turn around slowly so that I got a good look at every side. Then she did something I wasn't expecting.

After her first turn, she reached behind her and started to unhook her bra. I couldn't have turned away if a car had driven through the living room wall. She got it undone and slowly pulled down the straps while keeping the cups in place. This wasn't some sort of dance or strip tease. This was an embarrassed 18-year-old girl letting a guy see her boobs for the very first time. She pulled the bra away and let it fall beside her discarded shirt. Damn! It was a beautiful sight. Her breasts were not large but more than I had realized she was hiding. Probably a full A cup (32A I later found out) that was perfect in every way. They were small half domes that sat high and firm with no idea what the meaning of gravity was. Her areolas, almost dead center, were the size of quarters and a dark pink that made them stand out from her pale skin tone. Although it was quite warm, both were capped with small nipples that popped out and hard. They had a small amount of freckles over them that just added to the complete cuteness of the whole package. When she started to move a little, they hardly jiggled. So firm and perky, I wanted to jump up and take them in my hands and kiss them.

I let my gaze wander down her body. Her stomach was as flat as a board. Her waist was tiny, and bloomed out to well-shaped hips. Small, but perfectly in proportion to her small size. Her legs were lean and muscular.

Then she surprised me again. Her thumbs came down and hooked the waistband of her oh-so-cute panties, and she bent toward the floor and stepped out of them. At first, I thought that she either shaved, or had yet to grow hair down there. However, at second glance I could see light blond wisps of mostly straight, downy soft hair in a triangle that was hard to take my eyes off of. I looked up to see that she was slightly smiling, but her face was no longer pink, it was bright red in her embarrassment. She started to turn around again, (I think to avoid eye contact as much as letting me see everything.) When she was facing half away from me, I started seeing the best part yet. Her well-toned backside was sticking out from her petite frame by a couple of inches. When she had her back to me, it just got better. A perfect heart-shaped ass!

Let me say I have always admired a well-formed ass. I have looked at them with pleasure since the day I knew I liked girls. I have seen a great many in my day, from girlfriends to strippers, porn stars to swimsuit models, athletes to random girls on the street. I could go on and on about the merits of a firm, perky backside. My cute little 18-year-old niece's butt beats them all hands down! I know that there are many differing opinions between men about girls' butts, but there are some that are universally admired. This is one of those. Her legs went up and made a perfect ass of themselves. The holy grail of butts. Dahlia runs almost every day. She loves to hike, bike and even started working out at the gym with her track team this year. Even when at my house, she often rises before me and runs two to three miles. Her muscular butt is the trophy she gets for all this hard work. If you have never looked at a girl's track and field star from behind, I really suggest you try it. And right here, 5 feet in front of me was the nicest ass I have ever seen.

I really don't know how long I sat there. Dahlia did 2 or 3 slow spins and then stood still. 3 minutes 30 minutes? No idea how to tell the truth. I'm not really sure whether I even breathed. Dahlia let out a little giggle, and I was so glad to hear it that I snapped out of my trance. "What is it?"

She was looking down at the front of my shorts, where I was sporting a pup tent with the added bonus of a small wet mark. " It looks like it happened again," she said happily.

I was speechless as she was still standing there with nothing on but her rainbow slippers and a blush. "Well?" she finally asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Oh my God, Dahlia! "You are so far beyond pretty, I'm not sure that there is a word for it!" I replied without ever looking away from her beautiful nude body. "You are damn near perfect!"

She broke out in a huge smile that could have lit up the sky, her blush faded, and she stood up a little straighter, her breasts pressed out a little more confidently. She seemed to have totally forgotten that she was standing there naked. She looked both proud and extremely happy. "Oh Uncle Amias, do you really think so?"

I stood up from the couch, "Have you ever known me to lie?"

"Thank you!" She ran the 2 steps and jumped into my arms! I was standing there holding a gorgeous young adult without a stitch of clothes on. I held her close for a minute and whispered in her ear. "Thank you for letting me see all your beautiful secrets." I put her down on the ground. "Now I think you better get upstairs and get ready for bed before things get even more awkward." And without thinking, I gave her a soft playful slap on her bare rear end.

She looked me right in the eye and winked! Then let out a playful "Ummmm". She then turned and right in front of me she bent over and picked up her clothes. That wonderful ass in clear view. Then she slowly walked over to the stairs and turned for one last view of her breast. " I'll call when I'm ready for bed."

"Just go you little exhibitionist!" I half shouted, half laughed. And I'd be damned if my little, shy, innocent niece didn't wiggle her ass at me!

Well... with a smile that bright I figured I hadn't screwed her up too badly. I mean come on, all I did was a little harmless looking, right?

I grabbed the dirty dishes from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen. "OK you old perv," I said to myself. "That's it! "You had your fun looking at a young girl, but it stops right there!" I put the dishes in the sink and grabbed a glass of cold water. I kept thinking about that perfect petite body. I felt like I should feel guilty, but why? I didn't ask her to strip. I didn't molest her. She seemed so happy when she went up, and really didn't seem bothered by what had happened. Sure, I was going to masturbate like crazy tonight, thinking of my lovely niece, but what's the harm in fantasy? I guess I felt bad about not feeling bad.

After finishing up the dishes, a call came down the stairs."Ready for bed!"