She stood just inside the doorway for a minute before walking over and sitting on a bed. Since I was sitting on the floor my head was at the right height for another potentially risky view. I tried to remain focused on helping my nephew get ready, but I found myself looking up more often than I needed to as she gave tips on how to get him ready. However, each time I looked up during our conversation it seemed as if her knees had come apart a little more.
The opening between her legs was never overt, but I noticed it growing because I was almost openly looking for it. Slowly I could see more and more of her thighs, and then eventually a hint of blue. It dawned on me that she’d must have started getting dressed before stopping to offer me some helpful advice. That rational side of my brain told me I was reading too much into her actions before and now, but it was hard to take my rational mind seriously when I could now clearly see a vertical crease in the center of her light blue panties.
I watched as her hand went to the edge of her robe and I’ve told myself she was in the process of opening her robe further or lifting it higher, but I’ll never know for sure as my mom intruded once more. She took one look at her granddaughter, who still wasn’t dressed, and told her if she didn’t get ready she was going to get left behind. My niece got up to leave, and as she walked by my mom I heard her mutter something along the lines of “and now I know why your family is never on-time”.
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A MINOR THEFT
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That evening I went upstairs to make sure everything was ready for people to go to bed and I walked by the room where the niece was sleeping. She’d already changed into her pajamas and the clothes she’d worn earlier were all over the floor. I took a quick look to ensure nobody was coming, and once I was sure I stepped into the room picked up her shorts. Inside the shorts were the light blue panties I’d seen under her robe earlier. I pulled them out and in the middle of the gusset was the white tale-tale stain left by arousal.
I started to put the panties back but at the last second decided to drop her shorts to the ground and slip the panties into my pocket. I hurried out of her room and into my own. I stuffed the panties in the back of one of my drawers and headed back downstairs before anyone could wonder why I was gone so long.
That evening my parents, niece and I stayed up for a while, but the niece ended up going to bed slightly before my parents. When I finally went to my room I couldn’t help but look through the cracked door as my niece slept. It was just a quick glance but I no longer saw clothes on the floor and now I worried she might have noticed her panties were missing. When I took them earlier I had planned on returning them before she left, but if she already noticed them missing, returning them could be more complicated.
Alone in my room, with the house quiet, I pulled my niece’s panties out of the drawer. Zooming in on the group picture I’d had my mom take on my phone earlier that day, I stared at my niece. With her panties to my face, I smelled my niece’s pussy as I masturbated to thoughts of her for the first time.
Before long I was cumming, and that night I fell asleep still holding her slightly stained panties, imagining and hoping that she’d been intentionally exposing herself to me only hours before.
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IT TAKES THREE TO WRESTLE
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The following morning I woke with a hard-on and the panties under my pillow. Knowing I’d have to return her panties later that day, I masturbated with them once more, this time tasting her arousal just before I came.
After breakfast everyone was in their groove, with the kids mostly just playing together. One by one my mom sent people up to get showered and when it was my niece’s turn, I tried to find a reason to go upstairs, but I kept getting drug into things so simply couldn’t get free. Finally I volunteered to start gathering everyone’s belongings together, but by then the niece’s shower was over.
I was nearly finished packing everything up when another one of my nephews came into the room I was in and wanted to play. He wanted to wrestle so he started attacking me. It wasn’t long after this started that I heard the door to the niece’s room open. After the previous day’s peep-show, I was disappointed when I saw her walking in wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts.
Seeing her brother attack me, and him having no chance of winning, she jumped in to help. At first the two of them ganged up on me and I found myself pretending to struggle as if they were about to knock me to the ground and pin me down.
As our play fight continued, it became quickly obvious the niece wasn’t fighting for all she was worth; instead, she only seemed to be putting forth enough effort to make it seem like we were fighting. This made sense as this was just a play fight to humor her brother who fancied himself the best fighter in the world.
I switched tactics and begun working to pin and hold her down, all the while her brother kept attacking me. Her brother believed he was doing rather well because I wasn’t able to stop and pin him like I had his sister, but the truth was I was only giving his attacks enough attention to make him think we were both still playing.
My attention remained on my niece, whom I now had pinned as she moved and struggled under me. Her ongoing struggles kept her brother engaged and desperate to free her, unaware that we might not all be playing the same game as he. As the three of us “fought”, my hands kept being brushed against her hips, stomach and breasts, all seemingly by accident, and yet she never objected or seized the opportunities she had to get free.
At one point my hand wound up high on her thigh as she laid pinned beneath me. In a sudden guilt-ridden moment of “what am I doing?” I backed away and I let her brother pull me to the ground.
She laid there for a moment as her brother tackled me, and then she got up and walked out of the room without saying a word. I became afraid that I’d gone too far and feared she had just freaked out by my inappropriate touch. She was my niece, and even if she had been intentionally teasing me, there’s a difference between “looking” and “touching”, and based on her reaction, I feared that I’d crossed a line with her.
I continued to wrestle with her brother as I mentally prepared my defense to any accidental touches which might have occurred during the two-on-one wrestling matching.
My nephew remained relentless in his assault, glad to have found someone new to wrestle, and the way I saw it, the longer we wrestled the more it’d help my defense of “innocent playtime”.
The two of us were were still going strong when I looked up and saw that the niece had stepped back in the room. I had to look twice before I realized why something seemed off. For some unknown reason, while she was gone from the room. she had changed clothes. She was still wearing the same t-shirt but she had put back on the same insanely short and loose fitting athletic shorts she’d worn when she arrived two days ago.
She approached us with a determined look in her eye, and once she got close she touched her brother’s shoulder and said “tagging in”. No doubt she had played with her brother like this before because he quickly rolled away and stood by the wall as his sister now approached and began to “attack” me.
She fought with more force and vigor than before, but she soon went down from my superior strength, and when she did, she immediately rolled to her back. As I wrestled and attacked her, my hands kept getting pulled down against her legs. Her strategy appeared to revolve around trapping my hands between or under her legs, and since I didn’t really object to my hands being in that vicinity, I didn’t fight to keep my hands away from that area too hard..
This fight didn’t go on too long before her brother grew bored of being on the sidelines. He came over, jumped on me and said “tagging in”.
I tried to mostly ignore him, as his sister was the “real threat” but he started saying “you gotta sit out, it’s my turn”, so eventually she wiggled out from under me and stood by the far wall.
She didn’t wait as long as he did before she came back and said “tagging in”.
I had let her brother tackle me as we fought, so she pulled him off of me and straddled me as she seized the advantage I’d let him gain. I didn’t fight too hard to get her off of me, instead I let her wiggle and pin me down as my arms struggled to get free from her grasp. Once more my hands grazed parts of her body I knew I shouldn’t and it was all I could do to keep those grazes from turning into full-on groping.
As she straddled and fought me, I searched for a play-fight reason to break one of my hands free, grab her ass and guide her hips to grind on my ever hardening cock, but her hips had already begin to move on their own as she thrashed around, without my instruction.
In even a shorter period of time, her brother came back and said “tagging in”. This time she seemed annoyed. She said “No I’ve almost got him pinned, it’s not your turn.” He didn’t care for that answer and tried to push her off, which caused her to release one of my arms so she could push back.
He was unphased by his partner turning on him and instead of leaving the fight as she’d hoped, he simply began to attack her as if she was his primary foe.
With my niece now being attacked from behind she had to let my other hand go so she could keep her brother at bay. Watching how hard she fought to keep her brother off, it was painfully obvious she was holding back with me.
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