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

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... though,” I told her, finalizing, “And that includes keeping us out of each other’s pants.” “Oh, Uncle Rob,” she sighed softly. “I get it. I really do. I love you, and I know you love me, too. I know you’re looking out for both of us.” A pouty frown crossed her face as she added, “I just wish it didn’t have to be so...so restricting.” Madison put her feet back on the floor, stomping them down a little as she thought of her contempt for society’s rules. “I don’t want you to do anything that you’d regret, though.” “I feel the same way, Madison. I don’t like it any more than you do,” I acknowledged. “It would be fun. It would be amazing and it would feel so good for both of us.” With a shrug, I relented, “But I think in the long run we’d do more damage to ourselves than good. It would be especially tragic if someone found out.” “Yeah,” Madison complied hesitantly. After another moment of silence, I took the initiative to clear one more item of business. “Madison?” “Mm-hm?” “One more thing,” I told her seriously. “No one ever finds out what we did.” She nodded slowly. “I know,” she agreed. “No, not just you know,” I insisted. I had to have her word with this. “You have to promise me, Baby. Please.” Madison’s eyes grew larger, seeing how adamant I was about this. “Promise me that you will never tell anyone what we did. It’s just too risky to let anyone else know.” “I promise, Uncle Rob.” “No one finds out?” “Yes,” she pledged with a strong, affirmative nod. “I promise no one ...

... finds out. I promise I’ll never tell. I know how important it is not to tell anyone.” I breathed out heavily. “Ok.” Finishing the conversation, we started eating our food again. There was some conversation, but nothing as lively as it usually was. This situation was surely playing games with both our minds. When we were finished, I stood up and gathered our used plates and cutlery. As I started to take Madison’s used utensils away, she grabbed my hand tenderly. “Uncle Rob?” she addressed me. “I think it would be worth the price...you know...to be lovers and not just niece and uncle.” She gave my hand a loving squeeze. “I really don’t think that we’d harm ourselves at all.” She looked up, unsure about what my reaction would be. I could see the genuine look of love she had in her eyes. I couldn’t just shoot her down mercilessly, not with how she was looking at me. It had to be gentle. I had to be kind. “Maybe,” I half-heartedly agreed. “There’s a part of me that would love to try, Baby, but the better thinking part wants to look out for your best interests – and mine, of course.” “Yeah...” Madison breathed, letting go of my hand. “I guess so.” As I reached the sink with the dishes, she called out to me again. “Uncle Rob?” I turned around to look at her. I knew in an instant what she was going to say. “Just...um... I just... I just want you to know that...if you ever change your mind...” Her puppy-dog eyes shone with honesty. “I’d always be willing to be...well...to be closer...” I ...