Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises - Sex Stories

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

Waiver Note: The following story is a completely fictitious narrative and is pure fantasy. This chapter involves graphic sexual descriptions of a mature male and his teenage niece. The whole of this novella consists of multiple characters engaging in sexual activity (some of them family members), written in a similar fashion. If the topic is not of interest or is offensive to you, please cease reading immediately and just move on. Your opinions are your own. I should also mention that in my writing I strive to incorporate a strong (sometimes longwinded) storyline, complete with several developed characters and a detailed background. In addition, I sometimes make use of an extensive and broad vocabulary. If all you’re looking for is a quick, simple sex story, my ideas probably won’t interest you. To those who proceed, I love getting feedback. So, enjoy and feel free to vote and comment! However, because spamming is a problem, comments will be restricted to registered users only. - seltra - - - The week following my risqué encounter with Madison passed painfully slowly. Several times each day I had full intention of texting Madison and convincing her to promise me we would never again share a single sexual moment with each other. That had to be it. It had to be done. There was nothing becoming about anything we had shared together, and we had to end it before it evolved into a terrible problem. Unfortunately, every time I turned on my phone and opened her messages, there was ...

... that highly provocative picture again. Madison was so excruciatingly sexy, her sixteen-year-old figure full and developed. The male member between my legs jumped every time I looked at her sultry, nude picture. It felt almost physically painful to have her so close, yet so far. I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around again. At the same time, though, I knew this secretive side to us had to be eliminated. While out on the roofs of the city that week, I barely kept my mind on my job. I was just focused enough not to injure myself, although I had a couple close calls. At the beginning of the week, all I wanted to do was sit there alone and open up my phone again to see Madison in all her disrobed, teenage glory. As the week wore on, my logical side began winning the argument, and I felt a new resolve to behave, no matter what frustrations Madison would have or how upset she’d be. It would be better for us. When I woke up Friday morning, I breathed in deeply, trying to get a grip on the situation. I resolved once again to restrain myself when Madison came over and inhibit her if she made an attempt to seduce me. From the moment she arrived that day, I kept my guard up, hoping that my resilience would be enough to persuade her to concede. I figured that if I tried avoiding any conversation about the subject, this temptation looming over our heads might just dissipate without incident. Well, it nearly worked. “Hey, Baby,” I asked casually as I mashed some potatoes that evening, ...