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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... Madison interrupted me. She stared blankly at the food on her plate, obviously thinking about this first time she had experienced the pleasure of when a man touches her – and not just any man. It had been a sexual awakening unlike anything she could have imagined or predicted. The curiosity I had once seen was in her eyes again, only this time, however, it was far more powerful. This time, it was accompanied by something new: hunger. The encounter with intimate pleasure had become her sole focus. “I want it again.” My sixteen-year-old niece looked up at me with a severely serious expression. “I want it again, with you; no one else.” She was as good as addicted. One taste was all it had taken. I felt compelled to admit to myself that I knew I could leverage that. That darker part of me knew that she would basically be all mine. I could essentially get away with anything, as long as Madison got hers. Yet, I knew I wouldn’t do that. Not just couldn’t; I wouldn’t. Madison wasn’t some cheap lay that I could get anywhere. She was my niece. I loved her too much to try and coerce her into any situation she felt uncomfortable with, sexual or not. I also loved her too much to let any harm come her way. Letting ourselves be dragged into an incestuous relationship was just asking for pain and misery. “Madison,” I tried reasoning with her, “that’s not an option.” The mood in the room hung heavy again as both my niece and I searched for the words. “That’s what a boyfriend is for,” I ...

... continued once I found my voice again. “Although you need to be careful you don’t get pregnant, you should be out there getting to know your body with someone special: what it likes, how it works and with what kind of guy you get turned on most by.” A smile crept across Madison’s face that was part genuine, part wily cunning. “That’s the best part,” she commented. “You’re the answer to all of that. We can be as reckless as we want because you can’t get me pregnant. That’s already taken care of, right?” “Madison, I—” “Why can’t you be my boyfriend, Uncle Rob? My secret boyfriend?” I’ll not deny it was tempting. A secret of that depth and mystique? It wouldn’t be the first time. As intriguing as it was, though, I had to listen to my clear-thinking intellect that was vehemently shouting through everything else. “Baby,” I began hesitantly, “just listen to me a sec, ok?” Our eyes locked on one another. It was time to put all my cards on the table. “You’re sixteen,” I told her straightly. “I hate to admit it, but you’re really growing up, Madison, and you’re developing into quite a stunning young woman, I have to say. How or why you don’t have a boyfriend already is beyond me.” A smile of genuine happiness spread across her face. “You really think I’m pretty, Uncle Rob? You really mean it?” “Hell, yes, I mean it!” I exclaimed, smiling in return. “I mean look at you, Baby. You’ve got looks to kill.” I gestured to her different features as I described them. “You have a beautiful face with ...