“Emma?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t stop,” she whispered.
I decided to give her more. I got down on my knees, brought her legs up and pushed my head down between her thighs, my mouth on her. I tasted her, my own niece’s pussy, and swirled my tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked when I fingered her again and found her spot as I sucked and licked her hard nub. She gripped my hair and pulled as she ground her pussy against my face.
“Oh god… Jeff… yes…” she moaned, breathing hard. “Yes… oh fuck!” She squeezed me with her thighs and squealed, climaxing hard. I kept at it, prolonging her orgasm, and listened to her cries as the waves flowed through her. She arched up, pinning my head between her legs. She ground her pussy against my mouth as she shuddered and gasped. The orgasm passed, and she released her lock on me. I sat back, her legs on my shoulders, and smiled. She smiled back, panting, then closed her eyes. I sat down beside her again, my arm around her shoulders.
“I know that’s not what you wanted, Emma, but can that be enough for tonight?”
She turned and kissed me deeply, holding my hand against her breast again. “I know you want what’s best for me. I get it. But I warn you, you’re not going to get away with this forever.” She lay down on the couch, her head on my lap. This time, a hard cock against her cheek didn’t bother her in the least. I sat there quietly with her, stroking her hair, glancing down at this amazing young woman. Her dress was up around her hips. Her legs stretched out; her stockings glistened in the light. She was still wearing her stilettos.
“God, you’re beautiful, Emma.”
She chuckled. “So you keep telling me.” She rolled over and faced me. “Why? What makes me so beautiful?”
I smiled. “Hey, you should know. You’ve told me yourself what a hot body you have. Emma, you have it all. Your curves are beyond all reason. You look as fragile as a china doll but you’re as strong as it gets. There’s something about you, your spirit, that grips my heart. You’re smart – brilliant actually – and your eyes… my god, Emma, your eyes… I could drown in them. Then seeing you dressed like this tonight…”
“You like it?”
“Oh my god, Emma, you are unbelievably sexy in this. Tight, short dress, stockings, and stilettos? That’s a total win for me.”
She reached up and caressed my cheek. “Sounds like you’re a leg man.”
“I suppose I am,” I nodded, reaching down to run my fingers along her thighs. She caught my hand and brought it to her crotch, spreading her legs. “Emma…”
“Please? Then I promise I’ll go to bed… like a good girl.”
“You are a good girl, Emma.”
She pressed my hand tightly against her pussy. “I want to be, for you. I love you, Jeff.”
I ran a finger along her swollen labia. “You are soaking wet, Sweetheart, and burning hot. I guess you really do need this, hmm?”
She arched her hips off the couch. “I really do.”
I parted her and pushed a finger inside, stroking her walls and massaging her clit. Her belly jerked when I touched her spot. She held her breasts and squeezed hard as I brought her closer and closer to climax. She stared into my eyes, a look of urgency on her face while she bit her bottom lip. I stroked her walls faster, swirling my finger inside her. Her clit was hard and swollen, her juices flowing freely. She was breathing heavily. She was almost there. She arched her back and pinned my hand between her thighs.
“Oh fuck! Jeff! Yes! Oh god, yes!” This time she gushed onto my hand, her eyes tightly closed, shuddering, and squirming her hips. “Oh…!” She collapsed down, holding my hand between her thighs as she rode out the last spasms. “Oh my god.” She looked up at me as her orgasm ebbed away. Her eyes glistened. She brought my wet hand to her lips and kissed it. “Thank you… for everything,” she whispered.
I caressed her face. “I love you, Emma.”
“I love you, too.”
“I mean, I really love you.”
“I know what you mean, Jeff. That’s exactly what I mean.”
We sat quietly in the dim light. She held my hand against her breasts while I stroked her hair. The clock in the hallway ticked slowly.
“I could never have imagined this, Emma.”
“Me neither. This sure wasn’t part of the plan, you know? I came here ready to hate everything.” She kissed my hand and held it to her cheek. “But you changed all that.” She turned to me. “All I wanted was to get through this term. I figured if I could survive the first month, I might be able to make it to the end. But I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been here for me.” She nestled her head into my lap. “Mum always talks about you like you’re her hero or something. I know how she feels.”
“You’re giving me way more credit than I deserve, Emma.”
“Oh, shush. I know damn well any other guy would have fucked me tonight, no matter how drunk I was. That tells me everything I need to know about you.”
The clock chimed two o’clock. I sat her up and got to my feet. She kicked her shoes off, pulled her dress down, then held her hands up to me. I helped her up off the sofa. She wobbled a bit.
“Hey, steady there, girl.”
“My head’s a little fuzzy.”
I picked her up and carried her slowly upstairs. She held onto my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest. When we reached the landing, I set her down, then pushed her bedroom door open and flicked a lamp on as I guided her to her bed.
“Goodnight, Emma. Sleep well.”
“I will,” she yawned. “For sure, I will. Goodnight.” She caught my arm as I turned to go, pulled my mouth against hers and gave me a last, lingering kiss. “Goodnight, Jeff.”
I went back down and poured myself another whiskey, then headed to my bedroom. I stripped down, pulled the sheets back and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a sip or two. The lights of the city added a soft glow to the room. I knew I couldn’t get to sleep. Not yet, not after what we’d just done. My mind was racing, wondering how I’d gotten myself into this, how I was going to manage it, and most of all, how would Emma feel in the morning. I’d been sitting there for at least half an hour when I heard a soft knock on my open door.
“Ahem…”
“Emma?”
“Uh, yeah, who else would it be?”
“I mean, I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
She stepped into the room. She still had her dress on. “I want to sleep here tonight.”
“Emma, we’ve been through this already.”
She stood in front of me and put a finger to my lips. “I want to you listen to me, Jeff. You can’t stop us from doing something I know we both want. I want this.” She pulled her dress up to her hips and straddled my legs. “I want you tonight, right here, right now. I want you to take everything I’m offering, Jeff. Do you want me?”
I held her waist and pulled her tightly to me. “Of course, I want you, Emma.”
“Then there’s nothing to stop us.” She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the bed, moving up to straddle my hips. She pulled her arms up out of her dress and pushed it down to her waist, then brought my hands to her breasts. “Help me take my bra off.” I reached behind, unclasped it, and watched it loosen. She let it slowly fall down her arms, revealing her breasts to me. They were smooth, firm, nipples erect. She smiled, watching me take in her beauty.
“Do you like what you see?”
“You are incredibly beautiful.”
She squirmed her hips against me, my stiff cock pressed against her pussy. “And you are incredibly hard.” She reached down between us and pulled my cock out of my boxers, then rubbed against it, her pussy soaking wet. She rolled off me, onto her back. “I want you, Jeff. I want you inside me.”
I kicked my shorts off and rolled gently onto her, positioning myself between her legs. I slid down her body, nuzzled her breasts, danced my tongue around her nipples. She shuddered as I drew a nipple into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue over it. She spread her legs widely and pulled up on my arms. This was it, no turning back now. I was about to make love with my own niece. I knew she wanted it, and God knows I did too, but there was that brief moment, a tingling up my spine, when I knew there was no turning back from this. This was the point that would change everything. I positioned myself so that my cock pressed against her pussy. Her arms were around my waist, pulling me tightly to her. She slid her hand between us and opened herself, guiding me in. I pushed forward and met resistance. Her pussy matched the rest of her — small, tight, feeling almost fragile. I pushed further into her and felt her fingernails dig into my skin. Her hips rose off the bed, and she groaned. I looked down into her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I am,” she nodded. “Just go slowly.”
I nodded, then pushed further. Her fingernails dug deeper into my back. Her body was rigid; she pinned my hips with her thighs.
“Emma, this is hurting you, I can tell.”
“Please, Jeff. Just go slowly. I’ll be okay.”
I eased myself in and out of her, lubricating my cock with the juices flowing out of her, stretching her a little more with each push. With one last slow thrust, she gasped, and I was inside her. She was incredibly tight. I pushed further and felt the tip of my cock press against her womb. I filled her completely. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not some porn star, hung like a horse. Far from it. She was small, young, and this was stretching her more than I expected. We lay still together for a moment. I moved my hips and began thrusting gently into her. Her walls gripped my cock like a clenched fist.
“My god, Emma, you’re so tight.”
“I know. It’s okay, don’t stop.”
She loosened up as I thrust into her more and more. I was careful with her, making sure to go slowly and gently. The tightness of her brought my climax to the surface far faster than I expected. Within minutes, I was breathing hard, thrusting faster, getting close. She clung to me, taking me into herself, moving her hips in time with mine.
“Emma, I’m gonna cum…”
“Oh Jeff, me too. I’m so close.”
I thrust again and again, my cock throbbing, my gut tight. Suddenly she wailed, arched her back and dragged her fingernails up my back.
“Oh fuck! Oh god, yes, yes…” she moaned, writhing her hips, gasping. “Oh, Jeff, yes!”
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