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Subject: Title story: "My Niece Farah" Author: Incestor 62753978
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Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 12:03:30 +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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