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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... Halloween together. Even Madison’s eyes held a furtive glimmer that suggested she had definite plans. I decided right then and there I’d best be on my guard. Although Madison had promised me valiant behaviour, who knows how much her resolve had diminished. “Yeah, Baby,” I replied, trying my best to keep myself calm and collected. I’d already dressed into my costume with the exception of the face makeup. I figured that could wait until trick-or-treaters started arriving. “Sounds good!” returned Madison, that little secret of hers still shining in her bright brown eyes and reflected in her voice. “I’ll just run into my room and change.” My niece ran off into the guest room. Although it was technically not hers, she had long ago claimed as her own. Even the dresser drawers and closet in there were filled with a number of her possessions and clothes. I didn’t mind, though. There was really no one else who ever stayed over. If ever there was, I simply emptied out everything into my room and replaced it when the guest left. Several minutes ticked by. When the bedroom door cracked open again, I could just see Madison’s face in the shadow behind it. She had turned off the bedroom light, probably so I couldn’t see her costume until she walked right out into the open. My heart started to beat madly in my chest. I couldn’t even imagine why Madison was being so secretive with her outfit tonight. My only conclusion was it wasn’t something her mother would approve of, even if she was in ...

... front of her uncle – an uncle that hadn’t the slightest lustful thought towards her. Something told me that it would almost certainly erode my resolve to keep the two of us out of sexual mischief. “I’m ready, Uncle Rob,” she called from the partially-open doorway. “Are you?” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Yeah, Baby,” I answered, a distinct shake to my voice. I had no idea what to expect. With that, the sixteen-year-old giggled before opening the door and walking out into the light. I nearly went into cardiac arrest. Madison walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where I was. My niece’s costume was about as sultry as you could get. It brought to mind the idea I’d heard that Halloween had just become an excuse for a woman to dress up as scantily as possible and, more or less, still get away with not being labelled negatively by those around them. She stood there in a woman devil’s outfit. She wore the shortest of red dresses decorated with a pattern of black stripes. An off-the-shoulder design, it wrapped around the top of her chest, the corset portion pushing up her full round breasts up prominently. The ruffled skirt section barely reached a third of the way down her sexy thighs, accentuating her already magnificent legs. Complementing the dress was a pair of dark, black shoes and leggings to match. What really added to the provocative nature of her costume was Madison wore a pair of white, angelic wings with it. It sent the message to me that, although ...