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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... wide, giving a breathtaking view of her magnificent teenage breasts. Madison’s cleavage was like a black hole for my thoughts, drawing me in like a black hole draws in everything, including light, in its path. I fought hard in my head to keep myself from slipping over the edge and into the world of fantasy come to life. It was all I could do to resist acting out my restricted desires. This mental fight was proving to be the most difficult battle I’d ever had to wage. My emotions and instincts whipped and whirled, trying desperately to overpower my reasoning, but the battle was in vain. I couldn’t afford to lose now. Closing my eyes, I ruefully told her, “Madison...we can’t do this.” I took her hands off my body and returned them to her. She took a step back, very much surprised at my response. “Uncle Rob...” she pouted sourly. There was a distinct look of offence in Madison’s eyes, but I knew our circumstances would be unfathomably more awful if I allowed this behaviour to continue. She breathed heavily a few times in frustration, obviously fighting back the urge to cry. Then, my lovely niece asked a simple question – one to which there was no simple answer. “Why?” I gestured to the table. “Let’s sit down to eat, and we’ll discuss it,” I suggested. Madison and I brought the food over to the table and filled our plates with the potatoes, instant gravy, asparagus and a piece of chicken for each of us we had prepared. Throw in a little salt and pepper and it made a comfortable ...

... meal to discuss our current plight over. After a few more forced pleasantries between us, I decided to open up the topic at hand back up. It was on both our minds and although the situation was private between us, I needed a few reassurances from my niece. I wanted to keep it that way. “Alright, I know what you want to talk about,” I addressed, confronting the matter head-on. Madison looked up from her plate almost for the first time the whole meal. She could hardly look at me since the moment I had refused her. The expression on her face was a mixture of both hopeful anticipation and steeling herself for disappointment. “Baby, what we did last week wasn’t right. I hope you know that.” A solemn moment of silence settled between us. The air was with thick with indecision. I wanted her to respond before I continued. I could see the gears working in her head, like she was trying to devise a way to excuse our inappropriate behaviour. After several long seconds, the hopefulness fled from her eyes. “I know,” she finally said, looking at her plate again. I let the realization sink in for another few seconds. Just before I moved on with the unpleasant task, Madison suddenly looked up again. “But it felt so good !” she insisted. I sighed. There was nothing I could do but agree with her. “Yeah, Baby,” I concurred, coming to grips that she was rapidly becoming a woman. “Yeah, it did. It pretty much always does. But we’re not supposed to—” “I’ve never felt like that before, Uncle Rob,” ...