My niece Kaley. It’s only rape if she remembers it.

This story is total fiction. None of the participants are real. This is a fantasy story. These events did not occur. I have a great imagination, but I would never degrade another human this way. Enjoy. Kinda long but worth it. Trust me.

I have had a very interesting relationship with my niece since she was about seven years old. I was about seven years old when Kaley was born. We were very close during childhood and we were more like brother and sister than uncle and niece. I started to notice that Kaley had an awesome butt at about the time she turned seven. I loved when she would come over and my parents would babysit, this always meant that I would have some time to “play” with my favorite niece. My favorite thing to do with her was to play house, and especially the part about playing house where we had to go to bed. I knew exactly what I was doing… Kaley was none the wiser. She was just thrilled to be playing “mommy and daddy.” We would always lay down and I would hug her and slowly work one hand down until it “happened” to stop on her butt. That used to make me so hard I could have cut glass with my dick! Then I would rush to the bathroom to get some relief, if you know what I mean. One day however Kaley told me to “get your hand off my butt”… and not wanting to get busted, I had to move it. My heart sank. When and how was I going to get my butt fix? Shit! So I had to resort to spanking it and just thinking about the sway of that perfect booty.

Kaley turned sixteen in may. I will never forget how every year I would fantasize about sleeping with my fourteen year old niece, then my fifteen year old niece, and so on and so forth. I am now 23, I have a girlfriend and she thinks that when I flip her onto her stomach and fuck her while grabbing her ass, that I’m thinking of her. Ha! All I can think about when I lay her down is grabbing Kaley’s ass for a ride. I’m guessing I might get four inches in before I would cum. Maybe I would find out.

Kaley was housesitting for some family friends of ours. I knew the house inside and out. I knew where she would be sleeping. Most importantly, I knew which door didn’t lock. Now, let me preset my plan. My father is a pharmacist. I have been stealing drugs from him for years. Today would be no exception. My mom has been hooked on Valium for years, pills no longer worked for her, so dad got her injectable valium. The valium knocks her out, Kaley would be mine for hours.

I waited until 1AM. I left my house. My mouth was dry, my dick was hard, and my heart was pounding with anticipation. I ran through it a thousand times during the 35 minute ride. How would I start? I hadn’t felt that ass in almost nine years, tonight I was going to make up for lost time. I realized that I was driving 85 mph. Maybe I should pay attention to the road. I couldn’t take my mind off of her for five seconds. All I could think was what she would taste like, was she a virgin, what was she wearing, would she have panties on, would I last thirty seconds. All I could do was hope. Finally, I pulled in the drive way. I turned off the headlights.

The thompsons lived in an old six bedroom farmhouse out in the sticks. Nearest house is a half mile away. I coasted half way up the eighth of a mile drive, stopped and got out, gathered my supplies and headed for the house. It was at this point that it hit me that I didn’t care if this would fuck her up, and if so, I didn’t care how badly.