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Subject: Title story: "My Niece Farah" Author: Incestor 103185574
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Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:18:24 +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 ...
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