Seven Nieces - Sex Stories

Seven Nieces

... birthday, Zanah was only about 4 months pregnant. I didn't have a &#034k**&#034 birthday party that year, instead getting together with my friends at the skate park. I was worried that I wouldn't get a visit from my s****r at all, but later that evening, she did drop by to visit with my parents, talking for a while about grown-up stuff. I waited in my room, playing a videogame but not really paying attention it, hoping she would come upstairs. She did. &#034We only have a few minutes, or they'll wonder where I went.&#034 said Zanah nervously, shutting the door behind her. &#034Have you been looking forward to your birthday present?&#034 &#034Hell yeah.&#034 I said smiling, already starting to talk like a teenager. We stood and embraced, kissing passionately. I had grown since last year, so she didn't have to bend much. I tugged at her top, and soon had my hands on her magnificent large breasts, kissing my way down to her nipples. &#034Quickly.&#034 she said. &#034On the bed.&#034 She moved over and sat down. I stood in front of her, frantically pulling out my cock, already hard. It went right into her mouth. Taking me by surprise, she grabbed my hands and put them on her head. I got the idea, holding her head firmly and pulling it onto my cock. The surge of excitement was powerful. I was partly in control for the first time, moving along with her to thrust into her mouth. I felt my orgasm approaching, too fast, and tried desperately to hold it back, closing my eyes. When I ...

... opened them and looked down at my s****r's beautiful face, her flowing hair, her large tits and her sucking mouth, it was too much. I came harder than ever before. She moaned and made little grunts of surprise, perhaps from the volume of cum in her mouth. &#034That's it. I'm sorry.&#034 She quickly covered and got up. &#034I promise next year your present will be better.&#034 She was gone. I spent the next year fantasizing about what she might have meant. sixteen (16) Zanah turned 23 and gave birth, to her husband's disappointment, another girl. By now it was clear she was naming her c***dren alphabetically. The baby was not the &#034Daniel&#034 her husband had wanted, but instead &#034Denise&#034. Through friends, I got my hands on some 'dirty' magazines, fueling my fantasies and giving some shape to them. To the unrealistic and limited understanding of sex that came from my school's Sex-Ed class, I added another kind of unrealistic view of human sexuality from porn. With the only other clue being my strange annual visit from my half-s****r, I certainly didn't have a very realistic idea of what sex was all about. Zanah's two oldest girls were in preschool now, and she was a stay-at-home mom for Claire and Denise who were still babies. Luckily her husband Eric worked at his father's construction company and was rich enough that Zanah didn't have to work. They had a big house, with sitters and a full-time housekeeper too, which is how Zanah managed to get away from her f****y ...