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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... movie just ended.” “Same one you were watching last week?” “Yup.” I stood up, trying to wipe the dumbfounded look off my face. “Hey, Anna,” I addressed her. “You made good time tonight. It’s not even eleven yet.” “Yeah,” my sister agreed. “Another easy night. I like those. I can get out at a respectable hour and get a couple more hours sleep at night.” She shrugged. “I know it sucks for you guys, though. I know you like these nights together.” Madison and I both chuckled. We all said our thanks and good-byes, then Anna and Madison headed out the door. Just as she reached the bottom of my front door steps, Madison took one last look at me. When our sight met, my niece’s smug grin said it all. Without it even being necessary, she mouthed the word, “Always.” A moment later, the two of them climbed into their car and left. Returning to my living room couch, I was left there, feeling mentally divided again. How long could I hold out? If the ball was really in my court, could I really be trusted and counted on to make the correct decision? As soon as I gave the word, my sixteen-year-old niece would again be stripping off her clothing and insisting I do the same. The right provocation at the right moment – or wrong moment as the case may be – was all it would take to get me to consent to what I knew was far from proper behaviour. The next few weeks passed without any trouble, however. Madison and I fell into our regular routine, and we enjoyed one another’s company every Friday. It ...

... was predictable, but comfortable. Thankfully, there was little, if any, tension, just an uncle and niece getting together and enjoying the evening. Madison and I hardly spoke of our little incident the weeks prior, but that didn’t mean it was wiped from memory. There were times I could tell precisely what was on her mind. It was just the look she gave me that I could read like an open book. The sixteen-year-old’s eyes betrayed her on more than rare occasion, too. I’d find her staring at my body from time to time, admiring what she knew was forbidden her. I would ignore the incidents, letting her struggle with the temptation on her own. Part of the reason was because my track record wasn’t flawless, either. I could often be found devouring Madison’s exquisite figure with my eyes, too. Knowing me as well as she did, I was also an open book for her. She would grin whenever she caught me, seeing my internal conflict taking place. However, my niece turned a blind eye to my transgressions, too, and kept a respectable distance whenever it looked like I was struggling to bridle my thoughts – which I was particularly thankful for. As October drew to a close, she and I realized that we would be spending Halloween together as it fell on a Friday. The last time we had shared a Halloween together, Madison had been several years younger and I had taken her trick-or-treating around the neighbourhood. Now, she figured she was too old for such juvenile activities. A few weeks before Halloween ...