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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... “will you pass me the butter over there?” “Sure,” she replied just as simply. I took the butter, noting to myself once again that neither she nor I had said anything about what happened the week before. My guard was up constantly, and on high alert. Madison had been here for over an hour now, and the subject seemed as removed from us as my thoughts. Still, I wondered if she embarrassed about addressing our actions – or was she just waiting for me to make the first move? That’s when things started. As Madison walked behind me a moment later, she reached out without warning and grabbed my butt, giving it a good squeeze. Her unexpected grip took me off guard. I jumped a little at her sudden friskiness. Madison giggled. “A little on edge, are you, Uncle Rob?” “Maybe just a bit,” I agreed with a huff. Trying to put her actions out of my head, I kept mashing. I had to ignore it. I just had to. Walking up behind me, Madison hugged me and wrapped her slender, young arms around my chest. Feeling her hands hold onto me melted my pride from the inside out. Deep down, my niece’s love was all I wanted, forbidden though it was. The secrecy of it all made the situation even more tempting to indulge in. “Maybe you should just relax,” she whispered, burrowing the side of her head into my back. I sighed heavily, shutting my eyes. I stopped mashing and leaned against the counter, my fingers white-knuckling the edge. All the mental fortitude that I’d worked up seemed to be deteriorating at an ...

... alarming rate. I found myself wanting her, this young, beautiful niece embracing me from behind. To make matters worse, the reproductive pole in my pants started to awaken without even needing to try. Everything culminating in that instant made me even more tense, and I knew it showed. “I mean it, Uncle Rob,” she pacified me, holding me more tightly, “I was waiting for you to get things started here tonight, but I finally got tired of how long it was taking.” She slid one hand down to my waist, then down to my upper thigh. “I guess I’ll just have to take things into my own hands.” Her warmth was exciting me. Immediately my masculine digit grew stronger and harder, wrestling against my will. It was now or never. If I didn’t stop her in this moment, I knew I never would. I had to do it while I still had some conscience remaining. I turned around, looking to intercept her naive ideas of love. “Madison...” I began, not knowing how to continue. “Yes?” she replied, a smug, seductive expression filling her face. Behind me, my niece filled her hands with my butt cheeks again and gripped tightly, pulling our groins together. She used her weight to pin me there against the counter’s edge. Madison shook her smooth, silky hair from her face, and it flowed around her shoulders like a rich, brown satin sheet. Madison’s perfume’s fragrance filled my nostrils. Her makeup had been done with precision and care, accentuating every marvellous feature of her face. Her violet shirt dipped low and ...