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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... she could masquerade as an angel, underneath she was really a devil in disguise. On her head, she wore a pair of devil horns which held up a snow white halo. Was she more angel or devil? At this moment, I was inclined to think decidedly devil. “Well, what do you think?” she asked, tilting her head slyly at me. “I, uh...I...” was all I could stammer out at first. “Madison...you look...” “Horny?” she completed the sentence for me, gesturing with her red mini pitchfork to the horns on her head. I gulped. “Something like that.” A ring of the doorbell right then told me the evening was on. I grimaced as I walked by Madison. This was going to be a very difficult Halloween if I had to endure my niece wearing something so sexually provocative. After handing out the candy to the first kids of the night, I excused myself to apply my skeleton’s makeup. I’d done this a thousand times before, it seemed, but never had I had such unsteady hands. I kept making small errors in judgment as I applied the white makeup over the black to make teeth, eyeholes and other features. I was nervous. Madison and her skimpy little outfit had made me nervous. There was another ring of the doorbell just as I was finishing up. When I was at least reasonably satisfied, I left the bathroom and walked back into the hallway. Madison was just finishing up handing out the candy to this group and wishing them, “Happy Halloween!” Not everyone had their eyes on the sweets, though. Looking past Madison, I could see ...

... the expression of the father who was taking these kids around. Madison, in her proactive ensemble, had attracted his attention and he leered slightly around the kids he was chaperoning. The man gawked as his eyes feasted themselves on my niece’s young body, enjoying the wonderful sight of her curves. Just then, he noticed me looking at him. His expression changed from one of lust over her body to one of embarrassment, and he looked down at the sidewalk as if to excuse himself. When our eyes met again, I simply shrugged and looked over Madison, sending the message that he was as free to look at her as I was. Our unspoken conversation left him with a grin on his face as he ushered the kids from my doorstep to the next home on the street. I chuckled to myself as he left, too. I really couldn’t have been upset with him if I’d tried. No matter how old we were, we were men and inclined to let our eyes admire a beautiful young woman, I suppose – especially one dressed as she was. The only other incident was when a mother of three children came to the door. I was the one whose turn it was to hand out the treats that time. Madison walked around the corner for a moment to say hello, but then proceeded back into the living room. The woman gave me a disapproving stare. “You really let her go out in that?” she asked contemptuously. “She’s my niece,” I explained matter-of-factly, “not my daughter. It’s not up to me.” “I don’t care if she’s your cousin’s stepdaughter, twice removed,” the lady ...