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Subject: Title story: "My Niece Farah" Author: Incestor 52709797
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Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 06:16:39 +0000
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My Niece Farah
The trouble began when my wife's niece Farah moved in with us for a few
weeks, while her parents were having a second honey moon. I watched her as
she moved around the house wondering where the little angel gone from just a
few years ago.
Most days she'd sit at the kitchen table studying for her finals, and I found
myself walking past her for no reason, stealing glimpses at her long pale legs
so well proportioned. I imagined my tongue climbing her thighs, reaching for the
naked folds of her young tight pussy. I could almost feel her hard adolescent
breasts jutting in my mouth, the shape of her waist filling my eager hands.
Only sixteen she held my attention the way moths are drawn by flames. Too young
I thought, too innocent, although I lusted after her obsessively, I left her
alone, after all I was her uncle. Still, I watched as she ate her dinner,
gorgeous legs folded below her.
I watched as she traipsed around the house in her long T-shirt her pert nipples
straining the material into twin peaks. I dreamt of kissing her pale coral lips,
of caressing her slender neck, of kissing her from her delicate toes to her
crack. And in the darkest patches of night I masturbated wildly laying beside my
sleeping wife, savoring my fantasies of my niece's young flesh.
My first mistake was to lust after her. My second was to begin spying at her
door. I still don't know why I did it, maybe I just needed to see what my
imagination only dreamed of.
Hours after my wife was asleep I would creep down the corridor, treading
lightly to avoid creaking the floorboards. At Farah's door I knelt, breath
held, eyes glued to the keyhole. Nothing. She remained the perfect picture of
adolescence snuggled into her pillow, clutching her teddy. I never even got to
see her naked.
Mistakes come in threes, my third mistake began with an unscheduled trip to the
bathroom one night. I past the bathroom and went to her door. Force of habit, I
peeped in. By the washed out night-light, I saw her teddy on the bed, the
blankets were turned down. She wasn't in bed.
I stood up. Maybe she'd gone downstairs to fix a midnight snack or something.
Furtively I padded downstairs. The TV was on; light flickered on the ceiling and
along the walls. Quietly I poked my head around the door.
There she was - on the couch. Her long nightie hiked up past her waist revealing
her young pussy. One hand stroked her slender crack; the other caressed her
breasts under her T-shirt. Eyes closed, she spread her legs widely.
I could only watch as she pleasured herself.
Then as one delicate finger inched up into her soaking cunt; she gasped softly.
The sound alone brought me to a raging hard on. She licked her lips dreamily;
thrusting slowly upward to meet her questing hand.
By now my erection was so hard it hurt. I exhaled suddenly, I didn't realize I
was holding my breath. She must have heard something, her gorgeous eyes flew
open and she fumbled with her nightie, pulling it down awkwardly. She still
hadn't seen me so I pretended I was sleepy and walked slowly into the room.
"Hey Farah, what are you doing up so late?" I yawned hugely.
Guiltily she muttered something.
I sat next to her rubbing my eyes. "Good movie?"
She fixed her eyes on the TV. "Yeah," she said.
I could still see her breasts pressing provocatively against her nightie.
I admit now, I wasn't thinking straight, if I were none of this would
have happened.
I sniffed the air. "you smell that?"
She flashed a glance at me, "W-what?"
"That smell," I sniffed again. "It smells like," I looked at her long legs, my
eyes caressed every inch as they worked up to her cunt. "It smells like sex."
Now she bit her lip.
"What were you doing in here Farah?" I asked in my mildest voice.
Unconsciously she edged away from me. "Nothing uncle, nothing honest, I was just
watching TV."
I grabbed her hand, the one she'd been frigging herself with.
"Let me smell this." I demanded.
She resisted, but I was stronger. "Uunh huh, you've been playing with yourself
haven't you?" I accused.
She clenched her hand into a fist.
"Oh no uncle, I'm so sorry, but I was feeling well - you know and I didn't know
what to do and it felt so good when..." Her voice trailed off when my hand crept
up her thigh.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I'll tell your auntie," I said, "And you know she'll go crazy, you know how she
is..." To tell the truth, we both knew how my wife was, she could fly into a
temper just like that; both of us had felt the edge of her tongue in the past
few days alone.
Confused, she almost looked like she would cry.
"Let me see," I said softly. I lifted her jersey. I wasn't prepared for the
sight of her naked sex. Although I'd imagined her countless times, I discovered
she was much more beautiful in the flesh. Her pussy lips were still swollen from
her fingering, wetness gleamed between its folds. She'd shaved the sides leaving
a narrow ridge of shortly cropped hair over her mound.
"Don't!" she said in a powerless voice.
I bent my head forward for a closer look. The smell of her sex filled the air; a
young girl smell, like talcum powder with a hint of pee and sweat; a little
lower I could smell the dark musky scent from her butt.
Unable to help myself, I leaned in closer. I could feel her go rigid beneath my
hands. Closer now, her soft pussy hairs tickled my lips; gently, I let my tongue
touch her pulsing teenage clit.
She hissed like a scalded cat.
Then my tongue developed a mind of it's own. Undeterred it plunged into her soft
moist channel, again and again. Without warning, she grabbed my head. I could
feel her fingernails dig into my scalp.
"Oh uncle!" she moaned, "That feels so good." Her hips bucked, her torso writhed
as she tried to pull my head into her.
I let her have it then. I sucked her clit, I tongue fucked her, I licked her
hole, I sucked her hole. All along she bucked like a young colt and moaned out
so loud I was afraid she would wake the wife.
Minute after minute I sent pleasure coursing into her young body like live volts
of electricity. Her hands clutched me tighter and tighter, she began breathing
in tortured hitched breaths, her pussy flooded with young cunt juices, all of
which I devoured greedily.
Eventually it became too much, she groaned out loud as if she was dying. Her
skin broke out into gooseflesh as massive orgasms rocked her teenage body like
waves pounding on a seashore.
Through it all I rode her like a stubborn cowboy on an unbroken colt. My tongue
just pressed on her clit, nothing more, just held there while she climaxed.
When I could do no more, I lifted my head. "Did you like that Farah?" I asked
watching her heavy lidded eyes.
"Oooh, uncle," she breathed, "You do that almost as good as auntie."
That's when I knew I was in real trouble.
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