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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... arrived, we decided that, this year, we’d dress up in costumes and take turns handing out candy as groups of children came to the door. “So, what are you going to wear, Uncle Rob?” Madison asked the week before Halloween arrived. We had just started up a multiplayer game of Wii Boxing , and the interruption was unexpected. I knew that Halloween was coming up, but hadn’t really given much thought to it up until this moment. “I don’t know,” I confessed. “I was thinking just my generic skeleton costume again.” “Didn’t you wear that one to my mom’s party last year?” It was one of my more convenient Halloween getups to wear, being practically the only one I had. The outfit was cliché, I admit, but a reliable backup and, let’s be honest, convenient. Otherwise, I usually found myself scrambling around the second-hand stores to find something quasi-suitable. “No,” I told her, “the year before.” I shrugged carelessly. “It works, though.” She laughed at my unoriginality. “I guess.” “Hey, I get to wear that costume tux,” I threw in as a side note. “You said last year that you think I always look good in that.” “That’s because you do.” Madison’s eyes looked me up and down again. For a brief moment, I wondered whether she was trying to envision me in my costume or out of it. Either way, I put the idea out of my mind and overlooked her wandering gaze. Instead, I turned the conversation back to her. “What are you planning to wear, Baby?” I asked as I started up the first boxing round, ...

... hoping to catch her off guard. It was a futile hope. I’d long found Madison could attack me on the screen and carry on a conversation with me at the same time. “Oh, I have some ideas,” she informed me. “I’ll think of something.” After a moment of pretty much destroying my character, she added with a chuckle, “I just hope you like it.” “Well, you always look cute,” I pointed out, struggling to keep my avatar alive from my niece’s vicious attacks. The girl was relentless. “Remember how you went as a jack-in-the-box last year?” “Let’s see if I can do better than that this year,” she replied smartly, a hint of dark prediction in her voice. The subtle insinuation was enough to distract me briefly – which Madison used to knock me out once again. The next week came and went, and the spooks and spectres of All Hallows Eve drew closer. I had nearly forgotten my conversation with Madison and what she had cunningly implied until the night arrived. Madison showed up at my house at the usual time, already half-dressed in her costume. It was difficult to tell what it was exactly as she had sweatpants and a hoodie covering it. I could see just enough around her jacket’s collar, though, to tell it wasn’t the most innocent attire ever. “Hey, Uncle Rob!” Madison called out to me as she bounded in the door. “Ready for tonight?” Had I not known her so well, I would have missed the strange pitch in my niece’s voice. There was something in her tone that implied she had an agenda beyond just spending ...