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Naturally their oldest daughter thought she should have been able to stay at the house by herself, but her parents told her they wanted her to help watch her siblings so it wouldn't be so hard on her grandparents. Just like my my siblings and I, there was an age gap between my oldest niece and her youngest brother, as he was an unplanned souvenir after a family friend's wedding a few years back.

The next part is the same worn out story about an uncle not having much contact with his niece only to one day discover just how much she had grown and matured. While it is a story that's been told again and again, that was the situation that played out when my niece walked into my parents house that day.

That Friday when the quad arrived, nothing much happened other than simply noticing my niece, her firm body and tight curves. She had blonde hair that went beneath her shoulders and she wore athletic shorts which both seemed unnecessarily short and too loose around her thin the legs.  However, with a houseful of people there was nothing more that I could do other than look and enjoy those discrete glances when I could get them.

Early the next morning I was sent on a quick grocery store run and my mom asked me to take my niece along with me, just so she could get out of the house. Things had been tense at my niece's house and my mom knew she needed a vacation as much as her parents did. It wasn't much, but a few minutes without her siblings demanding her attention was all the relief she could offer her granddaughter at the moment. 

Our errand didn't take long, but while we were out we began to talk. At first it wasn't anything earth shattering, but when we were on our way home the conversation started to take a turn. It started with her talking about how she hoped this weekend was good for her parents as she didn't think they were having sex anymore. That led to her talking about one friend who was very sexually active and then her commenting about wanting a serious boyfriend like her friend had.  The conversation stopped there because we arrived home, but I was taken aback by how we'd gone from idle chat to her bringing up sexual topics involving her parents, friend and her. Less thank 24-hours ago I'd have described my niece as a goofy kid and a bit of a tom-boy, but now she not only looked sexually tempting, but she was openly talking about her own sexual desires.

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BATH WITH A VIEW

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After lunch my mom started cycling everyone through the two bathrooms which had tubs, so we could head out for some fun that afternoon. Since I had showered before heading to the grocery store I was asked if I could hang out in the bathroom while my youngest nephew took his bath. I didn't need to do anything, just ensure he was safe and that he actually used soap.

He was just finishing his bath when I heard someone come into the master bathroom. I turned expecting to see my mom but instead it was my niece. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe, obviously having just finished her shower in the other bathroom. I was in my parent's bathroom and she'd been showering in the bathroom which was located right next to her room. Coming in here was a special trip, one I assumed she made so she could check on her brother. 

I acted as casually as I could as she stood there, and I let my nephew play in the tub as I knelt by the tub and talked to his big sister. My parent's bathroom is fairly big and at first she stood several feet away, but soon she stepped closer until she was standing next to the tub as well. As we talked she casually lifted her foot closest to me up and placed it on the side of the tub in a Captain Morgan style pose.  I couldn't help myself, I discretely tried to look up and between the raised fabric, alas, her raised leg was actually blocking any chance I had to see inside her robe. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me when I realized that from the tub, my nephew was in the perfect position to see inside her robe, but he was too young to appreciate or even care about the opportunity he had.

I turned back to my nephew so it wouldn't be obvious I was staring, wishing I could trade places with him and then I had an idea.  As my niece continued to talk to me, about nothing in particular, I leaned across the tub to grab a toy sitting on the other side of the tub. I could have stretched and reached it easily, but I chose to lean to the extent my entire body stretched across the tub, as if the toy was much further away than it was. Having grabbed the toy I turned to face her as I responded to something she said.  Being sprawled across the tub in this way, I was now able to see where robe had opened slightly around her raised foot.  It was only a quick glance, but I saw enough to know for certain she'd left the bathroom without putting on panties. During my quick glance I didn't see any hair, but I didn't know if that meant I simply couldn't see the blonde hair, if she shaved/trimmed or whether she didn't grow a thick bush. I didn't care what the answer was, I'd just stolen a peak of my niece's pussy, and that turned me on more than I'd believed it could have 24-hours before.

After my quick peek inside her robe, her foot came down and we continued to talk. I couldn't believe my luck in her coming to check on her brother, coupled with her being so blissfully unaware of the glimpse she'd given me. It obviously hadn't crossed her mind that her uncle might see her as a sexual object; otherwise, she'd have been more careful about how she dressed and stood around me. Living in a house with 3 younger brothers she likely walked around like this all the time and didn't consider her attire a big deal. With me being family, she likely viewed me in the same way as her brothers, and as such, modesty concerns didn't cross her mind.

My naive view of her, and her actions, soon became challenged when she turned to face me more directly as we continued to speak. Once more her foot casually lifted up and came to rest on the side of the tub, only this time it was the foot further away from me. By raising her back foot this time, without even looking, I knew that her leg wouldn't be blocking my view if her robe once again became parted. I wanted to look, to see if luck shined on my perverted mind, but I needed to wait for the right opportunity, or else risk being noticed. It was a struggle to keep my eyes looking up as my mind raced as to what I might see if only I could look further down her still wet skin and inside her carelessly open robe.

It turned out, I didn't need to think of a lame excuse to divert my gaze, because she soon turned and looked away from me. As her torso twisted and her head turned to look behind her, her foot remained propped up on the tub. From that awkward stance she began commenting on the double sinks in the bathroom, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. To my amazement, she began asking more questions about them than any new home-buyer ever would. During all of this. her body and head remained turned, looking towards the sinks and away from me, thus providing me complete immunity to glace, gaze and stare, anywhere I wanted.

As her questioning continued I tried to answer them the best I could but it was hard to think as my eyes were fixated on the milky flesh behind the robe. which had draped open slightly as it parted along her raised leg. 

I was nervous about being caught blatantly staring inside her robe, so my eyes frequently darted up to ensure she wasn't turning back towards me. Fortunately, I didn't need worry as she remained unusually fixated on the sink and every little thing that was near it. As the seconds ticked by I became both bolder and more scared, but I couldn't help being drawn to this once in a lifetime peep show.

Technically my view wasn't ideal because her leg, robe and shadows obscured some of what I longed to see clearly, but that didn't matter. The sight of bare flesh, vertical slit and wisps of hair made my heart race and cock stiffen as I tried to memorize every detail for later.. As I sat there staring and lusting over my niece, I began to wonder just how accidental this was.

For obvious reasons I was too distracted to hear someone coming; fortunately, my niece wasn't. Her body turned back towards me and her leg suddenly dropped to the floor just before my mom stepped into the bathroom.  My mom was mildly annoyed to find my nephew's bath wasn't over yet, so she urged me to hurry him up. She then turned her focus on her oldest granddaughter and told her she needed to get ready because we were leaving soon.

I told my mom the bath was finished and I'd just been letting him play, which seemed to soothe her mood. As the water began to drain from the tub I lifted my nephew out and I watched both my mom and niece leave the bathroom. 

A minute later I was in the room my nephews were sleeping and I grabbed the clothes my mom had laid out for him to wear.  I'd just sat down on the floor when I heard the door open across the hall.  A shadow appeared as my niece walked into the room, still wearing her robe.

She stood just inside the doorway for a minute before walking over and sitting on a bed. Since I was sitting on the floor my head was at the right height for another potentially risky view.  I tried to remain focused on helping my nephew get ready, but I found myself looking up more often than I needed to as she gave tips on how to get him ready. However, each time I looked up during our conversation it seemed as if her knees had come apart a little more. 

The opening between her legs was never overt, but I noticed it growing because I was almost openly looking for it. Slowly I could see more and more of her thighs, and then eventually a hint of blue. It dawned on me that she'd must have started getting dressed before stopping to offer me some helpful advice. That rational side of my brain told me I was reading too much into her actions before and now, but it was hard to take my rational mind seriously when I could now clearly see a vertical crease in the center of her light blue panties.  

I watched as her hand went to the edge of her robe and I've told myself she was in the process of opening her robe further or lifting it higher, but I'll never know for sure as my mom intruded once more.  She took one look at her granddaughter, who still wasn't dressed, and told her if she didn't get ready she was going to get left behind.  My niece got up to leave, and as she walked by my mom I heard her mutter something along the lines of "and now I know why your family is never on-time".

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A MINOR THEFT

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That evening I went upstairs to make sure everything was ready for people to go to bed and I walked by the room where the niece was sleeping.  She'd already changed into her pajamas and the clothes she'd worn earlier were all over the floor.  I took a quick look to ensure nobody was coming, and once I was sure I stepped into the room picked up her shorts. Inside the shorts were the light blue panties I'd seen under her robe earlier.  I pulled them out and in the middle of the gusset was the white tale-tale stain left by arousal.

I started to put the panties back but at the last second decided to drop her shorts to the ground and slip the panties into my pocket.  I hurried out of her room and into my own. I stuffed the panties in the back of one of my drawers and headed back downstairs before anyone could wonder why I was gone so long.

That evening my parents, niece and I stayed up for a while, but the niece ended up going to bed slightly before my parents.  When I finally went to my room I couldn't help but look through the cracked door as my niece slept. It was just a quick glance but I no longer saw clothes on the floor and now I worried she might have noticed her panties were missing.  When I took them earlier I had planned on returning them before she left, but if she already noticed them missing, returning them could be more complicated. 

Alone in my room, with the house quiet, I pulled my niece's panties out of the drawer. Zooming in on the group picture I'd had my mom take on my phone earlier that day, I stared at my niece. With her panties to my face, I smelled my niece's pussy as I masturbated to thoughts of her for the first time.

Before long I was cumming, and that night I fell asleep still holding her slightly stained panties, imagining and hoping that she'd been intentionally exposing herself to me only hours before.

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IT TAKES THREE TO WRESTLE

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The following morning I woke with a hard-on and the panties under my pillow. Knowing I'd have to return her panties later that day, I masturbated with them once more, this time tasting her arousal just before I came.

After breakfast everyone was in their groove, with the kids mostly just playing together. One by one my mom sent people up to get showered and when it was my niece's turn, I tried to find a reason to go upstairs, but I kept getting drug into things so simply couldn't get free. Finally I volunteered to start gathering everyone's belongings together, but by then the niece's shower was over.

I was nearly finished packing everything up when another one of my nephews came into the room I was in and wanted to play.  He wanted to wrestle so he started attacking me. It wasn't long after this started that I heard the door to the niece's room open. After the previous day's peep-show, I was disappointed when I saw her walking in wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts.  

Seeing her brother attack me, and him having no chance of winning, she jumped in to help.  At first the two of them ganged up on me and I found myself pretending to struggle as if they were about to knock me to the ground and pin me down. 

As our play fight continued, it became quickly obvious the niece wasn't fighting for all she was worth; instead, she only seemed to be putting forth enough effort to make it seem like we were fighting. This made sense as this was just a play fight to humor her brother who fancied himself the best fighter in the world.  

I switched tactics and begun working to pin and hold her down, all the while her brother kept attacking me. Her brother believed he was doing rather well because I wasn't able to stop and pin him like I had his sister, but the truth was I was only giving his attacks enough attention to make him think we were both still playing.

My attention remained on my niece, whom I now had pinned as she moved and struggled under me. Her ongoing struggles kept her brother engaged and desperate to free her, unaware that we might not all be playing the same game as he. As the three of us "fought", my hands kept being brushed against her hips, stomach and breasts, all seemingly by accident, and yet she never objected or seized the opportunities she had to get free.

At one point my hand wound up high on her thigh as she laid pinned beneath me. In a sudden guilt-ridden moment of "what am I doing?" I backed away and I let her brother pull me to the ground.  

She laid there for a moment as her brother tackled me, and then she got up and walked out of the room without saying a word.  I became afraid that I'd gone too far and feared she had just freaked out by my inappropriate touch. She was my niece, and even if she had been intentionally teasing me, there's a difference between "looking" and "touching", and based on her reaction, I feared that I'd crossed a line with her. 

I continued to wrestle with her brother as I mentally prepared my defense to any accidental touches which might have occurred during the two-on-one wrestling matching.

My nephew remained relentless in his assault, glad to have found someone new to wrestle, and the way I saw it, the longer we wrestled the more it'd help my defense of "innocent playtime".

The two of us were were still going strong when I looked up and saw that the niece had stepped back in the room.  I had to look twice before I realized why something seemed off. For some unknown reason, while she was gone from the room. she had changed clothes.  She was still wearing the same t-shirt but she had put back on the same insanely short and loose fitting athletic shorts she'd worn when she arrived two days ago.

She approached us with a determined look in her eye, and once she got close she touched her brother's shoulder and said "tagging in".  No doubt she had played with her brother like this before because he quickly rolled away and stood by the wall as his sister now approached and began to "attack" me.

She fought with more force and vigor than before, but she soon went down from my superior strength, and when she did, she immediately rolled to her back.  As I wrestled and attacked her, my hands kept getting pulled down against her legs. Her strategy appeared to revolve around trapping my hands between or under her legs, and since I didn't really object to my hands being in that vicinity, I didn't fight to keep my hands away from that area too hard..  

This fight didn't go on too long before her brother grew bored of being on the sidelines. He came over, jumped on me and said "tagging in".

I tried to mostly ignore him, as his sister was the "real threat" but he started saying "you gotta sit out, it's my turn", so eventually she wiggled out from under me and stood by the far wall.  

She didn't wait as long as he did before she came back and said "tagging in".  

I had let her brother tackle me as we fought, so she pulled him off of me and straddled me as she seized the advantage I'd let him gain.  I didn't fight too hard to get her off of me, instead I let her wiggle and pin me down as my arms struggled to get free from her grasp. Once more my hands grazed parts of her body I knew I shouldn't and it was all I could do to keep those grazes from turning into full-on groping.

As she straddled and fought me, I searched for a play-fight reason to break one of my hands free, grab her ass and guide her hips to grind on my ever hardening cock, but her hips had already begin to move on their own as she thrashed around, without my instruction.

In even a shorter period of time, her brother came back and said "tagging in". This time she seemed annoyed.  She said "No I've almost got him pinned, it's not your turn." He didn't care for that answer and tried to push her off, which caused her to release one of my arms so she could push back.

He was unphased by his partner turning on him and instead of leaving the fight as she'd hoped, he simply began to attack her as if she was his primary foe.  

With my niece now being attacked from behind she had to let my other hand go so she could keep her brother at bay. Watching how hard she fought to keep her brother off, it was painfully obvious she was holding back with me.

Her hands now occupied and body unbalanced as she twisted around to fight him, she ended up falling to her side when I shifted under her.  As she fell, she almost instantly went to her back again, and I quickly seized the opportunity to be next to, and over her.  I reached down and grabbed one of her arms, pinning it down by her leg once more. Undeterred, she used her one remaining hand to continue fighting her brother.

The hand I had pinned against her leg began to move as her body shifted, in an apparent attempt to get free from my grasp. However, as she fought to get free I found my hand on her leg once more. As she continued to tug and pull her hand in an attempt to get free, my hand found its way to even higher on her thigh before coming to rest along her inner thigh.  

It didn't take long to realize that whenever she tried to get free, her struggles only stopped once my hand had come to rest in some increasingly taboo location. Whether she stopped fighting out of shock as to where my hand was or because she'd successfully maneuvered me to the next location I couldn't be sure, but I knew what I wanted the answer to be.

With my niece now fighting me exclusively, her brother grew bored so he resumed his attack on me.  He began his attack by jumping on my back and pulling on me, in what I assume was an attempt to rescue his sister.  While his attacks were mostly an annoyance, they provided the needed excuse for the on-going wrestling match between myself and the forbidden teen beneath me.

His wild pulling tugging against me also provided plausible deniability when, not if, my hands "accidentally" strayed. I allowed my hand to slowly work its way higher on her thigh as I fought a battle on two fronts.  I momentarily froze when I felt the fabric of the short shorts, and it didn't require looking for me to know just how high my hand had progressed. 

My hand now by her shorts, she began to move, twist and buck under me, which resulted in me actually having to fight, for the first time, to remain in control and to keep her pinned down. She was fighting much harder than she had before and I didn't know if she was attempting to stop me from molesting of her teen body, or whether feeling powerless as I took what I wanted was part of the game she was playing.

I became caught up in her struggling to get free and I didn't realize until it was too late that my hand had risen, or been pulled, up onto her shorts and was now directly between her legs. My heart beat quickly as I knew my hand directly over her pussy wasn't a place that could ever be considered "innocent". I was trying to decide my next move when her arm jerked and pulled my hand off her shorts, ending the momentary indiscretion.

My hand once more off her overly short shorts, I let my fingers caress and trace along the soft flesh of her inner thigh  I was too turned on to move my hand away, like I knew I should, so when she didn't object to my ongoing touch, I grew bolder, As her brother continued to attack me I completely let go of my grip on her arm, using my body as the only thing holding it and her down. I let my fingers begin to extend upward and this time she didn't attempt to jerk her arm free or try to get out from under me. Instead, she stared at me with a heated intensity that felt like she was threatening me with bodily harm if continued, or stopped, my discrete invasion into this risque zone..  

Taking a chance, I let my fingers extend and inch upward until I felt the elastic of her panties around her leg. My gaze dared her to object or disapprove, but her heated expression remained the same. The only person voicing any emotion was her brother, who was upset at not being able to rescue his sister. 

My niece and I kept up the pretense of our fight when she suddenly began struggling to get one hand free and started to squirm under me once more.  It was during this squirming that my fingers strayed beyond the elastic. My fingers brushed the soft fabric between her legs and I watched carefully to gauge her reaction, knowing the memory of this single indecent touch would fuel masturbation sessions for years.

To my delight, she didn't appear to be upset, happy or even phased. If anything, she appeared to become more determined to fight and get free.  While this wasn't an emphatic plea to continue, it also wasn't an indication I should stop, especially since, up until now, increased "fighting" had led to increasingly sexual situations. So with her brother fully unaware of the alibi he was providing us, I would happily interpret "no visible reaction" to be the same as her insisting that I continue discretely exploring her body.

As she begun to fight back harder, I became more adamant that my hand wouldn't leave her thigh again.  I shifted slightly, allowing me to pin her free arm down under my body once more. Her arms held in place, I let my fingers extend and explore under her shorts once more as I also began a "tickle" attack. 

Using my hand which was much more innocently located, I began tickle her, causing her legs and body to thrash around. Knowing that tickling her sides and stomach would be what my nephew would focus on, my other hand began a very different invasion. The fingers on my more hidden hand glided along her thigh, up into her shorts, across the narrow front of her panties until I reached her other thigh. Once I felt skin on her opposite leg, I lightly rubbed and massaged that thigh before letting my fingers retrace its path across the forbidden fabric. This "attack" was made more difficult because she was now shifting and bucking from being tickled, but those wild movements only caused my light touches to increase in pressure.

I was only able to manage both of my hands "attacking" her by placing more of my body weight on her as she struggled and fought to get free. Her brother mimicked what he saw me doing so he began tickling my sides and stomach, but he did so ineffectually as I was far too focused on the more discrete game I was playing inside my niece's shorts.

I was just about to make another teasing trip across her panties when I heard my mom call "Ok, lunch is ready". My nephew jumped off of me and said "Come on, lunch!" and he took off out of the room.  

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TURNING THE TIDES OF AN ATTACK

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Upon hearing my mom's voice, my hand retreated from my niece's shorts and I began to sit up.  I was watching as my nephew ran out of the room when my niece sat up and pushed me down, in an apparent retaliation of our ongoing fight.  

I was honestly caught off guard by her attack and I was legitimately knocked back. She moved up and over me as she pressed her advantage.  The look in her eye conveyed a singular determination to win this mock fight, now that she had the upper hand.  

I threw a hand up to grab her arm, but she grabbed my arm first, and while leaning down, she used her body weight to force my arm down to my side as she crashed into me.  Lifting her leg slightly she pinned my arm to my side, holding it in place with her leg and body weight.

With one of my hands now out of the way, she grabbed my other hand with both of hers.  Yes, I could have struggled, turned and twisted in an attempt to knock her off of me, but truthfully I didn't want to.

Using both of her hands, she pulled my remaining free hand down to pin it under her other leg. Not wanting to be completely restrained I fought enough to keep that one hand free.

I was at a disadvantage with her being able to use both hands and her body weight against me, but even with that I managed to keep my hand out from under her leg. I made sure to fight hard enough that she had to work to keep my hand from getting free, thus hoping it'd appear like my hand touching and grazing her body was due to her fighting for control, not the result of my lust fueled intentions.

As we fought, my hand once more came to rest along her inner thigh as she sat atop me. Instead of continuing my fight to get free, I simply rotated my arm, which allowed my fingers to cup her soft and supple flesh. Once more I flexed my fingers and allowed them to slip under her shorts.

I was still lightly struggling to get free when she lifted up on her knees, her body momentarily losing contact with me.  As she lifted herself up. my arm which had been trapped under her leg became free so I pulled it away. Despite my escape, she didn't move to re-capture my hand, instead her focus remained with the arm she'd been holding. Using both of her hands she pushed my arm down and pinned it firmly on my stomach.

She momentarily wrapped her fingers in mine, as if holding my hand, before her body began to descend.  As she lowered herself back down, she scooted forward slightly, causing her to sit on her hand which held mine. With a slight shift of her weight she let go of my hand and pulled her hand free, leaving her to rest her full weight on my hand as she "trapped" it beneath her, and between her legs.

She leaned forward slightly, bringing her face down closer to mine, and in this position my hand was now more securely "trapped" under her. I was fully aware of just where my hand was as she sat on me, and it turned me on knowing that only two thin layers of fabric separated my fingers from her forbidden flesh once again. Furthermore, my cock strained against my shorts at the undeniable knowledge that my hand was being pressed into her pussy because she'd placed it there, and not due to some accidental byproduct of our "fight" .

I looked up at her as she used one of her hands to hold my wrist in place while her hips rocked forward and back on my hand.  Slowly she sat up more vertically, still holding my wrist in place, despite me having no intention of freeing it from its indecent location. To help illustrate I had no intention of trying to get free, I pushed my fingers up and inward so I could actively rub her pussy through her shorts, in time with her grinding.

After she ground herself against my hand a few more times she lifted up on her knees slightly again before rocking back and away from me. As our bodies temporarily lost contact, she gave my wrist a slight tug as she directed it, without opposition from me. The entire adjustment of her body and my hand was both minor and quick, but it had done something profound. As she lowered herself and rocked forward, my hand slid up into her shorts and my fingers pressed against her panties, instead of her shorts.

Not waiting for her to potentially adjust her body or remove my hand, I pressed my fingers into the fabric and began tracing her lips, feeling the moisture which was saturating her panties. She didn't pull away or attempt to deflect my touch, instead she resumed rocking her hips and grinding her pussy against my probing fingers, I looked into her eyes and smiled as I once again pushed my fingers more firmly against her, feeling panties growing wetter as I pushed them between her lips and inside her pussy as far as the tiny fabric would allow..

Both of us knew there was no reason to pretend like this was part of a fight or wrestling match. There was nothing innocent about the way I was pressing my fingers into her panties, feeling her lips separate beneath them, or the way she was breathing as she dry-humped my hand. With my cock straining against my shorts even more, I knew that as soon as we left this position, her hand would be gripping my cock instead of my wrist, even if I had to put it there myself.

As her hips continued to move, I slid two fingers to the side until I felt them slip beneath the elastic band of her panties. I was finally touching bare flesh, and when I did, she gasped and froze momentarily. We'd come too far and there was no way I was stopping so I let my fingers cross over her soft fleshy mound until I felt her warm and wet slit. As my fingers began to part the folds of her lips, I felt her weight shift as she began to rock forward and down once more.  

As she continued to grind. my fingers slid up and along her slit, coating me with her warm and slick teenage juices. She began to rotate her hips and press down harder as my fingers found the hard bump which I knew was her clit. She understood and echoed my unspoken desire as she lifted her hips slightly and reached down to her shorts. My fingers didn't stop their vigorous massaging of her clit as I watched her pull her shorts and panties to the side. I watched as she pulled them back fully, revealing her entire pussy, not just a single fold.

As her pussy filled my view and I saw clearly that her pubic hair wasn't shaved, only sparse, and I questioned her intent once more. Seeing, as well as feeling, how wet she was, I began to wonder if she had pulled her panties back to simply offer me an up-close view of her teen pussy or whether she wanted me to understand that both the shorts and panties were loose enough to allow more than just my fingers inside.

My cock strained once more as I realized she might be open to more than just changing positions to one that would us to touch each other more easily. I started to think about how easily my pants could be undone, and how much more pleasurable those same grinding motions would be if she simply slid backward just a little.

As I looked up at her, I tried to read her face, in hopes of divining her intention, but all I saw was the same lust and need I felt, being echoed back at me..

As I stared up at her, I began slipping my finger in her pussy, knowing the second would soon join it. I felt her impossibly tight pussy encapsulate my finger as she pushed her hips down onto my hand at the same time I pushed my finger into heaven. As I began invading my niece's body, I reached my other hand around her, searching for the button and zipper on my own shorts. Unless she stopped me, I was pulling my cock out of my shorts and I had no plans of it going back in until it had gotten wet.

As I reached for my zipper I heard my mom at the bottom of the stairs yelling "Are you all coming?"

The unexpected voice caused my niece to jump, and she had moved off of me before I'd been able to get more than just the digit of my second finger inside her..

I didn't need to look down, or see the expression on my niece's face, to know my erection was too noticeable to hide. We both knew we couldn't delay joining the others for lunch any longer so I looked up and her and said "go ahead, I'll be there in minute".

I headed to the bathroom and waited for my hard-on to go down enough for my shorts to hide it. As I waited. I tasted her on my finger and prayed my next taste would be much more direct and soon. Finally, I gave the toilet a quick flush to bolster my excuse for not coming down and then I reluctantly headed downstairs for lunch.

Despite the best efforts of an insanely horny male, there just weren't any opportunities for us to be alone before my dad loaded the quad up to return them home early that evening.

Before they left I debated saying something to her, even if in code, but the entire situation felt like one of those things best left unspoken.

I purposely didn't return the panties I'd taken, and I hoped that she not only noticed they were gone, but would be turned on knowing I had wanted them.

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UNSATISFACTORY ENDING

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My brother asked my parents to keep his kids once more, but I was no longer staying with them when it happened. Roughly six months after that second "parent's weekend", my brother and his wife legally separated, thus eliminating the need for any future "weekend getaways".  

I had rarely seen my niece before that one fateful weekend, and since her parents divorced I see her even less. On the rare occasion I do see her things have remained status quo between us.

At times I both worry, and fantasize, about what might have happened if my parents had gone to bed early one evening or if they had left two of us at home alone while everyone else did some activity geared for the younger kids. On sober-minded days I wonder if her actions that weekend were in response to the turmoil which was going on between her parents, as she searched for something that felt like love, or offered her an escape, and if so, did she ever regret how far things went?

However, most often when I think about that weekend, I tell myself that teasing her uncle was a taboo act that turned her on immensely. and like me, she masturbates to both the memory and thoughts of what "almost" happened.

To this day, every time I see her at a family event I look for an opportunity or sign that she wants to finish what we started. When opportunity inevitably doesn't present itself, that evening I masturbate to one of the pics I took of her earlier that day, just for that reason.

As my hand roams that evening, I touch myself thinking about that taboo desire I want to believe we both still possess and our determination to make those desires come true....the next time we see each other.

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