Seven Nieces - Sex Stories

Seven Nieces

I was raised as an only c***d. My father had been married before, and I had a s****r from that marriage, but she was raised by her mom, and I was raised by mine, in separate households. I didn't know my s****r Zanah very well growing up, or half-s****r I should say. Her mom and mine got along pretty well, despite things, and Zanah would visit sometimes on f****y occasions, but she was almost nine years older and pretty much in her own world. She was a popular girl in high school, with a lot of boyfriends, while I was still in grade school. I thought she was cool, like a grown-up. When I was still in 5th grade, she graduated and got married to her jock boyfriend Eric. My dad and her mom didn't think it was a great idea, but she talked about being so in love and wanting to start a f****y. Looking back now, I realize she was already pregnant, and the hasty marriage was partly for that reason. She came by the house once, after she had her first c***d, a baby girl she named Alice, although always known as Ally. My parents oohed and aahed over the baby, and Zanah seemed so happy. I remember thinking it was strange to see her with a baby. twelve (12) Soon after, she came over again for my 12th birthday party. I don't remember much about the party - I was with my friends my age, while Zanah sat with the adults - but I remember clearly what happened after the party, when Zanah came up to my room to find me alone, closing the door behind her. &#034Hey Greg,&#034 she said, &#034I ...

... didn't bring you a birthday present.&#034 &#034That's OK.&#034 I shrugged. I was sitting on my bed, with my unwrapped presents, including a video game I was excited about. She came and sat on the bed with me, looking at me curiously. I was a little nervous, as she'd never paid that much attention to me before. &#034I wonder if you're old enough?&#034 she asked, as if to herself. &#034Greg, what do you think about kissing girls?&#034 I told her what I knew about boys and girls at my school that got caught doing it, and other stories. She listened carefully, and to my surprise we actually talked about kissing for a while, until she suddenly leaned in and kissed me. Totally surprised but very curious, I slowly learned to kiss back. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her body next to me, it was all so strange and new. Her hands touched my body, trailing down and tugging at my pants. &#034I'm going to try something, OK?&#034 she asked. &#034I'll stop if you want me to, but I think it'll feel good.&#034 &#034OK,&#034 I managed, my eyes wide-open and innocent. Her hands worked gently until she held my small cock, the warmth of her touch new and interesting. We kept kissing, and I grew very firm in her hand. Soon she stopped kissing, and moved down to take me inside her mouth. I gasped in surprise, but not once did I consider asking her to stop. I sat on the bed, my hands awkwardly at my side, afraid to move or do anything that would break the spell. Zanah's tongue moved. I couldn't ...