Her hands now occupied and body unbalanced as she twisted around to fight him, she ended up falling to her side when I shifted under her. As she fell, she almost instantly went to her back again, and I quickly seized the opportunity to be next to, and over her. I reached down and grabbed one of her arms, pinning it down by her leg once more. Undeterred, she used her one remaining hand to continue fighting her brother.
The hand I had pinned against her leg began to move as her body shifted, in an apparent attempt to get free from my grasp. However, as she fought to get free I found my hand on her leg once more. As she continued to tug and pull her hand in an attempt to get free, my hand found its way to even higher on her thigh before coming to rest along her inner thigh.
It didn’t take long to realize that whenever she tried to get free, her struggles only stopped once my hand had come to rest in some increasingly taboo location. Whether she stopped fighting out of shock as to where my hand was or because she’d successfully maneuvered me to the next location I couldn’t be sure, but I knew what I wanted the answer to be.
With my niece now fighting me exclusively, her brother grew bored so he resumed his attack on me. He began his attack by jumping on my back and pulling on me, in what I assume was an attempt to rescue his sister. While his attacks were mostly an annoyance, they provided the needed excuse for the on-going wrestling match between myself and the forbidden teen beneath me.
His wild pulling tugging against me also provided plausible deniability when, not if, my hands “accidentally” strayed. I allowed my hand to slowly work its way higher on her thigh as I fought a battle on two fronts. I momentarily froze when I felt the fabric of the short shorts, and it didn’t require looking for me to know just how high my hand had progressed.
My hand now by her shorts, she began to move, twist and buck under me, which resulted in me actually having to fight, for the first time, to remain in control and to keep her pinned down. She was fighting much harder than she had before and I didn’t know if she was attempting to stop me from molesting of her teen body, or whether feeling powerless as I took what I wanted was part of the game she was playing.
I became caught up in her struggling to get free and I didn’t realize until it was too late that my hand had risen, or been pulled, up onto her shorts and was now directly between her legs. My heart beat quickly as I knew my hand directly over her pussy wasn’t a place that could ever be considered “innocent”. I was trying to decide my next move when her arm jerked and pulled my hand off her shorts, ending the momentary indiscretion.
My hand once more off her overly short shorts, I let my fingers caress and trace along the soft flesh of her inner thigh I was too turned on to move my hand away, like I knew I should, so when she didn’t object to my ongoing touch, I grew bolder, As her brother continued to attack me I completely let go of my grip on her arm, using my body as the only thing holding it and her down. I let my fingers begin to extend upward and this time she didn’t attempt to jerk her arm free or try to get out from under me. Instead, she stared at me with a heated intensity that felt like she was threatening me with bodily harm if continued, or stopped, my discrete invasion into this risque zone..
Taking a chance, I let my fingers extend and inch upward until I felt the elastic of her panties around her leg. My gaze dared her to object or disapprove, but her heated expression remained the same. The only person voicing any emotion was her brother, who was upset at not being able to rescue his sister.
My niece and I kept up the pretense of our fight when she suddenly began struggling to get one hand free and started to squirm under me once more. It was during this squirming that my fingers strayed beyond the elastic. My fingers brushed the soft fabric between her legs and I watched carefully to gauge her reaction, knowing the memory of this single indecent touch would fuel masturbation sessions for years.
To my delight, she didn’t appear to be upset, happy or even phased. If anything, she appeared to become more determined to fight and get free. While this wasn’t an emphatic plea to continue, it also wasn’t an indication I should stop, especially since, up until now, increased “fighting” had led to increasingly sexual situations. So with her brother fully unaware of the alibi he was providing us, I would happily interpret “no visible reaction” to be the same as her insisting that I continue discretely exploring her body.
As she begun to fight back harder, I became more adamant that my hand wouldn’t leave her thigh again. I shifted slightly, allowing me to pin her free arm down under my body once more. Her arms held in place, I let my fingers extend and explore under her shorts once more as I also began a “tickle” attack.
Using my hand which was much more innocently located, I began tickle her, causing her legs and body to thrash around. Knowing that tickling her sides and stomach would be what my nephew would focus on, my other hand began a very different invasion. The fingers on my more hidden hand glided along her thigh, up into her shorts, across the narrow front of her panties until I reached her other thigh. Once I felt skin on her opposite leg, I lightly rubbed and massaged that thigh before letting my fingers retrace its path across the forbidden fabric. This “attack” was made more difficult because she was now shifting and bucking from being tickled, but those wild movements only caused my light touches to increase in pressure.
I was only able to manage both of my hands “attacking” her by placing more of my body weight on her as she struggled and fought to get free. Her brother mimicked what he saw me doing so he began tickling my sides and stomach, but he did so ineffectually as I was far too focused on the more discrete game I was playing inside my niece’s shorts.
I was just about to make another teasing trip across her panties when I heard my mom call “Ok, lunch is ready”. My nephew jumped off of me and said “Come on, lunch!” and he took off out of the room.
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TURNING THE TIDES OF AN ATTACK
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Upon hearing my mom’s voice, my hand retreated from my niece’s shorts and I began to sit up. I was watching as my nephew ran out of the room when my niece sat up and pushed me down, in an apparent retaliation of our ongoing fight.
I was honestly caught off guard by her attack and I was legitimately knocked back. She moved up and over me as she pressed her advantage. The look in her eye conveyed a singular determination to win this mock fight, now that she had the upper hand.
I threw a hand up to grab her arm, but she grabbed my arm first, and while leaning down, she used her body weight to force my arm down to my side as she crashed into me. Lifting her leg slightly she pinned my arm to my side, holding it in place with her leg and body weight.
With one of my hands now out of the way, she grabbed my other hand with both of hers. Yes, I could have struggled, turned and twisted in an attempt to knock her off of me, but truthfully I didn’t want to.
Using both of her hands, she pulled my remaining free hand down to pin it under her other leg. Not wanting to be completely restrained I fought enough to keep that one hand free.
I was at a disadvantage with her being able to use both hands and her body weight against me, but even with that I managed to keep my hand out from under her leg. I made sure to fight hard enough that she had to work to keep my hand from getting free, thus hoping it’d appear like my hand touching and grazing her body was due to her fighting for control, not the result of my lust fueled intentions.
As we fought, my hand once more came to rest along her inner thigh as she sat atop me. Instead of continuing my fight to get free, I simply rotated my arm, which allowed my fingers to cup her soft and supple flesh. Once more I flexed my fingers and allowed them to slip under her shorts.
I was still lightly struggling to get free when she lifted up on her knees, her body momentarily losing contact with me. As she lifted herself up. my arm which had been trapped under her leg became free so I pulled it away. Despite my escape, she didn’t move to re-capture my hand, instead her focus remained with the arm she’d been holding. Using both of her hands she pushed my arm down and pinned it firmly on my stomach.
She momentarily wrapped her fingers in mine, as if holding my hand, before her body began to descend. As she lowered herself back down, she scooted forward slightly, causing her to sit on her hand which held mine. With a slight shift of her weight she let go of my hand and pulled her hand free, leaving her to rest her full weight on my hand as she “trapped” it beneath her, and between her legs.
She leaned forward slightly, bringing her face down closer to mine, and in this position my hand was now more securely “trapped” under her. I was fully aware of just where my hand was as she sat on me, and it turned me on knowing that only two thin layers of fabric separated my fingers from her forbidden flesh once again. Furthermore, my cock strained against my shorts at the undeniable knowledge that my hand was being pressed into her pussy because she’d placed it there, and not due to some accidental byproduct of our “fight” .
I looked up at her as she used one of her hands to hold my wrist in place while her hips rocked forward and back on my hand. Slowly she sat up more vertically, still holding my wrist in place, despite me having no intention of freeing it from its indecent location. To help illustrate I had no intention of trying to get free, I pushed my fingers up and inward so I could actively rub her pussy through her shorts, in time with her grinding.
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