Teasing Niece

[A4mushroom]

(Closed for Shimp)

Clare was a little pissed off when she was told by her mom that she had to stay at her uncles for the whole week she and her father were away abroad. She was hoping to get a few parties in or at least a couple of goes in her parents master bed with her boyfriend Tim but her arguments of 'But I'm 18! I can look after myself!' were futile. She was a little spoilt for her age and She had way of arguing against every little thing. She especially didn't care to much for her parents 'House Rules'.*

She had been dropped off at her uncles house at 5 PM. An hour and a half of total boredom rolled slowly past as she stared at the Facebook homepage of her laptop, sat on the bed in her uncles spare bedroom in her comfy Cotten short shorts and 2-sizes-small White tank top.*

Her bubble of boredom was popped by her uncle poking his head through the door and saying something about 'going out for a while, be back in a couple of hours'. He then proceeded to leave Clare alone in his home for a long period of time. Excitement pumped through her veins as she quickly sent a message to her boyfriend to meet her there as soon as possible.*

And now here she was, laying naked on her uncles couch as her *football playing, meat head of a boyfriend slammed his 7 and a half inch cock in her dripping wet pussy. Her shorts and top were thrown in an untidy mess across the floor and Tim was transfixed on her C-cup breasts which jiggled viperously below him. Her long, dark brown hair was in a frizzy mess as their hands grabbed and swearer all over each others bodies.*

Tim's loud grunts mixed with Clares moans and squeals to drown out all other sounds. The sound of a front door being opened could defiantly not being recognised along with the foot steps of her uncle as he approached the living room.*

 

[Shimp]

Scott was a divorcee professional that had it all, pretty good money, nice house, car and travel. His ex was a total bitch and he had become a bit of a drinker since that relationship had stranded him to a life of solitude and work.

His sister had asked him to niece sit for a week as her and her husband took a trip. Clare was a great girl, he always enjoyed her company, but it was irritated as it would take away from happy hour after work, nights of nice dinners and of course hooking up with his lot in life...wonderfully dressed fellow divorcee's or even better yet, the occasional married woman out for some dirty fun.

She had come and they exchanged pleasantries, and he had already escaped for happy hour. His first evening with her and he went to the W for bourbon and a good cigar. Well a short trip home and in the door when his eyes were opened to the week ahead.

Scott opened the door to the sound of moans and grunting that he had a feeling run down his spine...holy shit! Did she already find my stash of porn...did I leave it on and forget to turn it off...what the fuck was going on.
Walking into the house he saw the truth and it was his sweet niece on the couch....her curvy ass grinding this boy on the couch...wait my fucking couch. She has been here for 2 hours and is already fucking someone on my couch. Scott got pissed and started to storm in, but the bourbon took over. He stood there looking in a daze watching her...watching her movements and he began to drink in her moans. He stood in the shadow watching, wondering what to do.

 

[A4mushroom]

Clare's body felt amazing. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her sweating body and Tim pumped her hunt with his rock hard cock. Suddenly, Tim wrapped an arm firmly around her waist and pulled her into a sitting position on the couch. He then proceeded to spread her legs wide, holding her at the knees, and re entered her warm snatch. He was now pushing harder and deeper inside her, ramming her G-spot with his bell-end. Her moans had become wild. As she emptied her lungs in pleasuring screams she danced over Tim's shoulder into the darkness of the corridor outside the door.

At first she thought it was nothing and went to become fully emerged in the amazing sex she was having but staring into the black for a second longer reviled something unnerving. There was someone watching them. She wasn't sure if it was a 'someone' at first. 'Its just a clock or plant in the hall' she thought but as she watched him watch her she became virtual that it was human. The figure stood perfectly still but still managed to have the slight subconscious movement that all living things have. She became worried. A strange man had been watching her this whole time and he could easily strike when the two of them were submerged in each other. Further observing of the mysterious figure showed a familiar body structure. The way the figures physical feature were uncanny to that of her uncles. She dismissed this thought from her mind immediately, why would her uncle be watching his niece have sex? In his own house? But she realised that it was either her uncle, a familiar face, or a mysterious, perhaps insane, stranger. Clare chose the first option and began to see the figure as her horny uncle getting kick out of watching his young niece get drilled.

The thought of her uncle getting off on the images of his niece getting fucked hard made her hotter than ever. Not wanting to disappoint her host for the week, Clare began to moan louder than ever and grind against Tim's piston of a cock. She was getting close to the edge and was brought to the point of no return by her boyfriend leaning forward to kiss her neck whilst he pounded her ass against the cushioned sofa. Pulling herself tightly onto Tim's large body and locking eyes with her onlooking uncle, she rode his cock to bone-shattering climax. Thoughts of her uncle ramming her cunt with such force raced through her mind as her toes curled and eyes rolled in the pinnacle of ecstasy.

She slowly simmered back down to Earth and lay feebly on the couch as Tim fucked her limp body like a horny rabbit until he quickly shot his underwhelming lode into her exhausted twat.

 

[Shimp]

Frozen, Scott was completly frozen as he drunk her in, every bead of sweat on her body. He was standing in what he thought was a dark spot admiring the quivers of a young girl.....a time gone by but not forgotten. His cock quickly caught up with his mind, his niece was riding a cock and doing it with a sensuality that made him want to feel her touch on his cock.

She looked right at him as if she knew he was there, but impossible he thought. He had been in this house long enough to know the lay out, and this was that spot that always made him pause when creeping downstairs for a drink in the middle of the night. She came.....she came with a passion of a woman that knew exactly how her pussy worked and what she wanted it to do. Scott caught himself almost drooling and soon after she came, he was back to reality. Like getting pulled over for a dui, great trip until the lights flash in your eyes...the lights were on his dirty mind.

Fuck! What the hell am I doing, if she knew I was watching her and told my sister I would be a dead man. Scott eased back into the deeper shadows and back outside. He was sweating, pondering his next move. He knew only one thing, he wanted to see more of that.

Scott waited a few minutes and actually cranked his car back up to make some easily heard noise that he was home.

 

[A4mushroom]

Clare lay under Tim, exhausted. As he pulled out and off her she glanced in the darkness but the figure was gone. She looked around the room, half expecting him to be stood at the other end of the couch but he was no where. This unnerved her slightly, she didn't want Tim to be walking around the house naked and suddenly bump into the owner. She looked down her beautiful body, breasts sat snuggly on her chest glistening with her sweat. Leaning forward slightly she looked over her breasts at her soaked crotch. It too glistened with sweat and her girly fluids. She put a hand to it, it was damp along with the patch of sofa beneath it. She hoped that would dry before her uncle decided to have a seat.

The distant sound of a car engine outside starteld her. There was a chance (although she was curtain he was there) that the outline of her uncle in the darkness earlier was a illusion of her dirty, sexed crazed mind but the noises in the driveway were most defiantly real. Tim had heard it too and cursed 'Fuck!'.

She turned to look at him. Limp cock still exposed and boxers halfway up his legs, he was turned facing the doorway with a look of terror. Clare smirked a little, he was intimidated.

"Go!" She whispered to him. "Out the back!" She pointed into the kitchen and watched him scuttle away with his bundle of clothes before scooping up her own and running towards the stairs facing the front door. She raced up them and skidded around the corner just as she heard the key turning in the lock. Running into the bathroom she span on her heels and locked the door. She stood deadly still as she listened to her uncles footsteps on the floor below. Sighing loudly, she was relived that she had gotten away with it.

Stepping into the tub she flicked the shower on cold and braced herself as the freezing water washed over her body. After 20 seconds she couldn't stand it any longer and jumped out onto the mat. She turned off the shower and dried herself off, feeling alert and refreshed. Once her body was dry and her hair damply clung to her back in clumps she sat on the lid of the toilet and spread her legs wide. Peaking over her breasts and stretching her cilt upward with her finger, she watched as a thin slither of Tims cum eased its way out of her tight hole. She rolled up some toilet paper and wiped it away. Flexing her cunt muscles, she tried her best to push as much of it out for she did not want to be sitting around in cum stained panties for the rest of the night.

Once she had finished she slipped back into her childish, flowery panties and pulled her tank top over her perky breasts. As she pulled her shorts up she caught sight of her body curving in the mirror, her firm ass sticking out.

"If I were a lesbian..." She thought. Catching her own eyes in the mirror she blushed and gave it a devilish smile, she knew what it was thinking. Full dressed and refreshed, she unlocked the door and bounced down the stairs to meet her uncle.

 

[Shimp]

Walking in and noticing an empty den, he knew he had gave the ample noise and time to escape. Now his attention focused on the hint of sex in the air, the images of Clare's naked body and sensualness flashing in his head. His mouth was actually beginning to water over the thought of watching her fuck. He remember her rubbing her tits, just the right size and tightness....it had been a long time since he had seen real breast bounce like that. All the ones he got to play with cost him too much money and bounced based on the amount of cc's inside.

Scott hear some moving around upstairs and then the steps creak as Clare romped down them. He had hesitation of what to say..did she see him, did he want to elude to what he had seen....is she sweet and dirty...oh that thought got him as she walked in with breast on display in a tank top.

Hi, Claire...sorry I ran out for a bit, but happy hour is a bit of a habit for me and I sometimes can not go with out my tottie for the night. What have you been up to?

 

[A4mushroom]

She noticed a distant look on his face. He seemed to be in thought, about what she did not know but she could take a guess. He asked her what she had been up to and she felt a twinge in her cunt, as if it were silently giggling devilishly.

"Nothing much really." she lied. "Watched a bit of TV. I could of died on that sofa, it so comfy." she feared she may have over stepped the mark with the last comment. She noticed the slight twitch in his face as he tried to hold the most casual face possible. He knew. But did he know she knew?

Before he could give a reply she stepped a little closer to him, a little too close. As she stepped she bounced on her heels causing her perky tits to wobble like jelly. She brought her arms round and held her hands together in front of her crotch, her biceps squeezing her globes together. She pulled the face of a primary school girl in the hight of innocence and asked, "How was happy hour?" slightly twisting casually left and right at the waist as she spoke.

 

[Shimp]

She could have died on the sofa, damn he tried not to let his eyes pop out of his head with the though that raced into his mind. He was cautious not to let her get too close, hiding a growing erection is not the easiest thing to to in dress slacks.

Scott loosened his tie as he now caught himself gazing at her soft young cleavage...she was presenting her tits to him..he thought. The uncertainties lead him to hold back but there is no way she could not follow his eyes as he grazed from her eyes down between her tits.

Happy hour was good, but just did not get enough, I need another drink, want one? Hell if you want we can go back to the bar, it's a little hotel bar a few blocks down and the bartender is a friend of mine. You dressed up a bit, yea you could pas for 21, your choice, but I am in need of another.

Scott almost failed to notice that she was only wearing a tank top, pulled down like a dress...he could see the trace of panties underneath as he grazed down again and moved to the kitchen to get a glass.

 

[A4mushroom]

She saw his eyes on her tits, he was fixed. She smirked a little to her self as she felt devilish for teasing him with the body of the girl he was forbidden to have. Although she knew it was wrong, the sexual tension between them was turning her on. She thought of a way she could elevate the situation just a little more and wiggled her bottom over to the cabinets above his worktop.

"I dunno if I can be assed to go out tonight, I'm exhausted" She applied a lot of emphasis on the last word, hinting further to the dirty act that had made her so tired. "I'll join you on that drink though." She looked up at the cabinet above her and then to her uncle who was just turning to face her after retrieving two glasses. "I'm sure I saw some gin in here earlier." She stretched up to open the cabinet bringing her shirt with her and revealing her cute flowered panties. After not being able to reach the bottle on the top shelf, she hoisted herself up onto the worktop, pushing her cute ass out as she went. She was now knelt on the worktop, young ass squashed against her pretty feet and arms stretched high to reach the bottle. She grabbed the bottle by the neck and brought it down. Still knelt on the worktop she spoke, "There we are!" She turned, bottle in hand, to see her uncle face.

 

[Shimp]

There we are indeed, he thought as her pert little ass was just bubbling out at him. Sctott felt his face flush, from the mixture of alcohol and peering at her body. He had been with alot of women in the last few years of his bachlorhood, but none with an ass that perky and you could bounce a quarter off. "Exhausted, what have you been up to that got you so exhausted" ,,,asking with a smirk knowing full well that she was engorged with her boyfriends dick not too long ago. He was starting to push the boundary to see if she would let him know what she was up to, did she see him..he though again?

He wanted to comment on her panties...he wanted to comment on lots of things. "Well then a drink at the house it is, do you prefer the den or the back deck?"

 

[A4mushroom]

She shot him a worried look of surprise from atop the workbench after he had questioned her on the reason for her lack of energy. She was having fun with teasing him in her own little world but this question brought her crashing back into reality. What if he had actually seen her and Tim together? And what was he going to do about it? She decided to ignore his question.

Her flirtatious innocence was replaced by a cold and sick feeling low in her stomach, similar to when a child knows they have been caught doing something wrong and are awaiting punishment. She slipped off the worktop to the floor, holding the bottle in her hand beside her thighs. She made and effort to have minimal eye contact with her uncle, for fear that a confession may be written on her eyelids.

'Umm... the back deck.' She replied to his question. She didn't dare say the den incase she had left some sort of damp evidence to her frenzy moments earlier.