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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... half-sneered, taking the children off my steps. “It’s inappropriate, even if she’s not going anywhere. You might consider having a word with her mother.” At first I thought she might have a point, but I dismissed her words immediately when I looked at Madison again. How could I be expected to ask any young woman – with a body as uniquely wonderful to look at as hers – to cover up for me or anyone. I scoffed internally. Her choice of clothing this evening really was having an effect on me. As the evening wore on, I began to look at my niece more and more with lustful eyes, and in ways I shouldn’t have been considering. Her beautiful, full breasts were an amazing sight, as were her full, womanly legs. She certainly was a conniving little devil, wrapped up in the disguise of an innocent angel. It was growing ever more difficult to keep my mind clear of inappropriate thoughts. There was a part of me that half-hoped Anna would arrive soon, or at least not be too late in getting here. Madison’s body was alluring, tempting and an outright assault on my independent will. Surely the universe would not expect me to resist longer than I had to. As if waiting for the moment I felt weakest, my cell rang just as there was another knock at the door. While Madison saw to the new arrivals, I retrieved my phone. When I picked it up, my stomach did a summersault. Anna was calling. “Hey, Sis,” I greeted her, hoping against hope she would tell me my battle this evening was over. “Hi, Rob,” she ...

... answered on the other end. “Hey, I’ve got a problem here.” My pulse stopped for a second. “Oh?” I replied, trying to shake the concern in my voice. “Yeah. This party we’re hosting here tonight is going to run late – like, really late,” she confessed, a tinge of regret in her voice. “I know you’re always said it was alright, but would it be ok for Madison to spend the night? I’ll pick her up tomorrow, probably about lunch time like usual once I get out of here and get some sleep.” For a second, I wondered if Anna could hear the hesitation in my voice. “Yeah, that should be fine,” I told her robotically. Inwardly, though, I was feeling it was anything but fine. I was in the greatest, most compromising mentality of my life, and here was my sister about to leave her daughter with me through the entire night. It was the farthest thing from fine. Nevertheless, my mouth paddled on automatically. “I don’t have a problem with that, and I doubt she will, either.” “Oh, thanks so much, Rob!” exclaimed Anna in gratitude. “I never like to do this, but sometimes it’s necessary.” “I know, Anna. I know,” I reassured her, trying to calm myself as well. “Things happen, and you’re an important woman over there.” “Yeah,” Anna agreed. “Ok. I’ll call or text or something when I’m ready to come and get her tomorrow, alright?” “Works for me.” “Thanks again, Rob. I’ve gotta get going,” she closed the conversation. “Talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” “Bye.” I hung up the phone, not knowing what to expect now. I ...