After she ground herself against my hand a few more times she lifted up on her knees slightly again before rocking back and away from me. As our bodies temporarily lost contact, she gave my wrist a slight tug as she directed it, without opposition from me. The entire adjustment of her body and my hand was both minor and quick, but it had done something profound. As she lowered herself and rocked forward, my hand slid up into her shorts and my fingers pressed against her panties, instead of her shorts.
Not waiting for her to potentially adjust her body or remove my hand, I pressed my fingers into the fabric and began tracing her lips, feeling the moisture which was saturating her panties. She didn’t pull away or attempt to deflect my touch, instead she resumed rocking her hips and grinding her pussy against my probing fingers, I looked into her eyes and smiled as I once again pushed my fingers more firmly against her, feeling panties growing wetter as I pushed them between her lips and inside her pussy as far as the tiny fabric would allow..
Both of us knew there was no reason to pretend like this was part of a fight or wrestling match. There was nothing innocent about the way I was pressing my fingers into her panties, feeling her lips separate beneath them, or the way she was breathing as she dry-humped my hand. With my cock straining against my shorts even more, I knew that as soon as we left this position, her hand would be gripping my cock instead of my wrist, even if I had to put it there myself.
As her hips continued to move, I slid two fingers to the side until I felt them slip beneath the elastic band of her panties. I was finally touching bare flesh, and when I did, she gasped and froze momentarily. We’d come too far and there was no way I was stopping so I let my fingers cross over her soft fleshy mound until I felt her warm and wet slit. As my fingers began to part the folds of her lips, I felt her weight shift as she began to rock forward and down once more.
As she continued to grind. my fingers slid up and along her slit, coating me with her warm and slick teenage juices. She began to rotate her hips and press down harder as my fingers found the hard bump which I knew was her clit. She understood and echoed my unspoken desire as she lifted her hips slightly and reached down to her shorts. My fingers didn’t stop their vigorous massaging of her clit as I watched her pull her shorts and panties to the side. I watched as she pulled them back fully, revealing her entire pussy, not just a single fold.
As her pussy filled my view and I saw clearly that her pubic hair wasn’t shaved, only sparse, and I questioned her intent once more. Seeing, as well as feeling, how wet she was, I began to wonder if she had pulled her panties back to simply offer me an up-close view of her teen pussy or whether she wanted me to understand that both the shorts and panties were loose enough to allow more than just my fingers inside.
My cock strained once more as I realized she might be open to more than just changing positions to one that would us to touch each other more easily. I started to think about how easily my pants could be undone, and how much more pleasurable those same grinding motions would be if she simply slid backward just a little.
As I looked up at her, I tried to read her face, in hopes of divining her intention, but all I saw was the same lust and need I felt, being echoed back at me..
As I stared up at her, I began slipping my finger in her pussy, knowing the second would soon join it. I felt her impossibly tight pussy encapsulate my finger as she pushed her hips down onto my hand at the same time I pushed my finger into heaven. As I began invading my niece’s body, I reached my other hand around her, searching for the button and zipper on my own shorts. Unless she stopped me, I was pulling my cock out of my shorts and I had no plans of it going back in until it had gotten wet.
As I reached for my zipper I heard my mom at the bottom of the stairs yelling “Are you all coming?”
The unexpected voice caused my niece to jump, and she had moved off of me before I’d been able to get more than just the digit of my second finger inside her..
I didn’t need to look down, or see the expression on my niece’s face, to know my erection was too noticeable to hide. We both knew we couldn’t delay joining the others for lunch any longer so I looked up and her and said “go ahead, I’ll be there in minute”.
I headed to the bathroom and waited for my hard-on to go down enough for my shorts to hide it. As I waited. I tasted her on my finger and prayed my next taste would be much more direct and soon. Finally, I gave the toilet a quick flush to bolster my excuse for not coming down and then I reluctantly headed downstairs for lunch.
Despite the best efforts of an insanely horny male, there just weren’t any opportunities for us to be alone before my dad loaded the quad up to return them home early that evening.
Before they left I debated saying something to her, even if in code, but the entire situation felt like one of those things best left unspoken.
I purposely didn’t return the panties I’d taken, and I hoped that she not only noticed they were gone, but would be turned on knowing I had wanted them.
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UNSATISFACTORY ENDING
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My brother asked my parents to keep his kids once more, but I was no longer staying with them when it happened. Roughly six months after that second “parent’s weekend”, my brother and his wife legally separated, thus eliminating the need for any future “weekend getaways”.
I had rarely seen my niece before that one fateful weekend, and since her parents divorced I see her even less. On the rare occasion I do see her things have remained status quo between us.
At times I both worry, and fantasize, about what might have happened if my parents had gone to bed early one evening or if they had left two of us at home alone while everyone else did some activity geared for the younger kids. On sober-minded days I wonder if her actions that weekend were in response to the turmoil which was going on between her parents, as she searched for something that felt like love, or offered her an escape, and if so, did she ever regret how far things went?
However, most often when I think about that weekend, I tell myself that teasing her uncle was a taboo act that turned her on immensely. and like me, she masturbates to both the memory and thoughts of what “almost” happened.
To this day, every time I see her at a family event I look for an opportunity or sign that she wants to finish what we started. When opportunity inevitably doesn’t present itself, that evening I masturbate to one of the pics I took of her earlier that day, just for that reason.
As my hand roams that evening, I touch myself thinking about that taboo desire I want to believe we both still possess and our determination to make those desires come true….the next time we see each other.
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