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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... felt abandoned, entirely left to my own devices. “Who was that?” Madison’s voice broke into my thoughts. I looked over at her. Damn, she was gorgeous! My little niece was unbelievably sexy – and in that outfit, besides! I knew there was no way in hell I had the fortitude to resist all night if Madison was tempting me as she was right now. Meaning to or not, this sixteen-year-old in my house was driving me insane with such a sultry, teasing view of her curvy, young body. Drawing in a breath, I answered her question. “It was your mom,” I explained, detailing the situation. “I should have known she’d be gone all night,” Madison added. She put on a mask of being disappointed, but I knew better. Looking into her eyes, I could see right through that fake face of hers. My niece was excited about this. “That’s ok, though,” she added, looking at me with those glorious brown eyes. My heart melted every time. “I’m sure we can amuse ourselves.” The hints were becoming stronger – either that, or I was just more susceptible to them. “Yeah...” I answered her indecisively. Amusing ourselves was exactly what I was afraid of. Trying to distract my mind, I asked, “How much candy do we have left?” “That was it,” Madison admitted, showing me the empty bowl. “I’ve already turned off the porch light so no one knows to come here.” “I see...” It was just her and me now. My heartbeat began to speed up, knowing there would be no further interruptions. Madison giggled and walked over to me, hugging me ...

... tightly. “I had fun tonight,” she said congenially. “Thanks, Uncle Rob.” I put my arms around her, holding the young woman closely. “Me, too,” I reciprocated. Feeling her young, teenage body this close to me, I could feel the floodgates of emotion release their unstoppable torrent. Immediately blood flowed to my loins, filling my penis, causing it to grow and stiffen. I kept my arms around my adolescent niece, feeling her warmth even through both our clothes. She wanted something more – and wanted it now. I hugged her for longer than I should have, feeling all the exposed skin along her upper back. I just felt so right, so comfortable. Desperately, I struggled to find a way to escape. “I guess I can go wash off this makeup.” I backed up from Madison a step, unsteadily finding my footing. “You can go get changed, too, I guess, and get ready for bed.” “Yeah,” she agreed tentatively. “I guess I can.” Hastily, I withdrew to the bathroom and shut the door. I whipped off my shirt and soaked my face with warm water from the sink. Working some soap into a lather, I washed off all the makeup. I took my time. I was in no hurry. Maybe , I thought, I can take long enough for emotions to cool, both mine and Madison’s . Once every spot was removed, I grabbed the towel and dried, again hoping that, perhaps, Madison saw that I really was serious about us not exploring one another’s primitive side. I walked out of the bathroom, set on getting a drink of some kind, then heading to bed, though ...