Mary, My niece_(0)

Mary, My Niece
True Story



I live in an older house on the outskirts of a small town. For reasons too complicated to get into here, my wife and I sleep in separate bedrooms. She has the master suite on the main floor and I have a “man-cave” on the second. There are also two guest rooms with a spacious bath up here and my wife rarely comes up here. I am 30 and my wife is 31. She is a good looking woman, but totally uninterested in sex. I only some love every couple of weeks and its hurry up and get done.

Several weeks ago my sister, Sondra, was called up to do a stint in the Army Reserve. Because this was unexpected, she asked me to look after her 15 year old daughter. Mary is about 5’6”, 112 pounds with a little baby fat on her frame. She has shoulder length brown curly hair with the cutest little ass you have ever seen. Her tits appear to be about the size of softballs (about a C cup) with nipples that harden at the slightest hint of a breeze. God, I have lusted after those tits since she was 12.

Saturday morning, Sondra drove up and knocked on the door. She and Mary spilled into the hallway and Jerri (wife) and I greeted them warmly. Sondra and Jerri moved into the kitchen for some coffee while Mary and I went about moving her bags upstairs. Watching Mary’s sweet ass sway back and forth made the old dick start to swell with wanton lust. Dropping Mary’s bags on the bed, I turned and asker her if she needed any help unpacking.

Mary rushed over to me and put me in a bear hug and squeezed me tightly. “Oh, Uncle Rollie, you have always been my favorite uncle. I love you so much!!” Her body was molded to mine and her boobs were crushed against my chest causing my cock to rise to all of its seven inches. Not knowing if she was doing this on purpose, I cautiously moved my pelvis away so as not to let Mary feel it. This was going to be a hard two weeks. Still holding on, Mary looked up at me and said “Uncle Rollie, you always smell so good. I just love being held close to you and sniffing. Let me do the unpacking as I don’t want you to see all of my girlie things”. Funny, that is exactly what I wanted to do.

“OK”, I said. “The bathroom is right across the hall. Holler if you need anything. I’m going downstairs to say good-bye to your mom.” Leaving, I heard her humming a song and the sounds of a zipper being pulled open. I went downstairs, had some coffee and told Sondra to be careful and would see her in a couple of weeks.