Exploring my niece - Sex Stories

Exploring my niece

... throbs with a dull ache. She reaches over me to reach for a new jar of coffee, her t-shirt rides up exposing her midriff and I lean forward and kiss her fair skin. She smells divine, young soft skin and her body scent, I can’t help but explore the area licking and kissing. She stays in that position, no longer interested in the coffee but grasping the shelf as my mouth explores her. I venture higher, nudging her top up with my nose, over her ribs. Her heart is beating fast, she moans, “More, please more.” Letting go of the shelf, coming down off her toes and pulling her t-shirt over her head. She stands now in front of me, my face level with her budding small breasts and her eyes gazing intently at me. “What do you want Sophie?” I ask. “I..I..I..I…ddddon’t rrrreally know, I jjjjjjust want mmmmmore!” She stammers. My hands stroke her belly, smoothing her skin, leaning forward my lips enclose over one of her nipples, sucking the flesh into my mouth, licking and grazing my teeth over the bud. The skin tightens in reaction to my attention and her hand goes to the back of my head, pulling me even closer. I move my mouth to her other bud, repeating the action, she is panting now and I can feel her knees shaking against my leg. I move my leg between hers and pull her down to squat on my thigh putting my hands to her hips to hold her steady. I continue kissing and licking her all over her front as she clutches my shoulders for balance. Returning to her mouth, I kiss her and ...

... immediately her lips open to receive me, our kiss becomes more forceful pushing hard against each other. Sophie is grinding her crotch against my thigh, wiggling herself back and forth on me, I can feel her heat through my leg. Eventually I break this kiss, my conscience gets the better of me, this is my niece, what am I doing? I push her away and stand up to make the coffee. With my back to Sophie, I hear her gasp, I turn round and she is looking down at the crotch of her jodhpurs which has a dark patch. She looks to me red with embarrassment, “Oh no! I’ve wet myself, how did that happen?” She is visibly embarrassed and without any hesitation she pulls off her boots, socks and wiggles out of her riding trousers. Now standing in front of me in a pair of pink panties with an extremely damp patch clearly visible, I place my hands on her shoulders and softly tell her, “Honey, you haven’t wet yourself at all.” Her brow furrows querying my statement and I try to explain, “You’re ust turned on from our kissing etc.,” She doesn’t understand, I am so annoyed at my sister-in-law for continuing to keep such a lovely young girl so innocent. I brush two pads of my fingers over the damp patch and bring them up and smell them, definitely not pee, only a beautiful musky smell of her juices. She watches me intently, I put my fingers under her nose, “See no pee smell there!” She sniffs cautiously and her face relaxes when my actions confirm my statement. My conscience seems to have disappeared now I ...