My Niece Alison

The first story I wrote for Literotica was, 'My Niece Puts on a Show'. It's very short, and to be brutally honest, not very good. Since then I have written a lot more, and the quality has improved. Sometimes I go back and read an old story of mine. If it's the one I mentioned earlier, then I am always left with a feeling of disappointment, and I say to myself, 'One day I will rewrite it, and this time it will be better', but I never do.

... However, this time I have!

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I hate working away from home, but it's part of my job. However, I have an understanding boss, who keeps it to a minimum. Generally, I am only away for two weeks, but this time it was different.

"A month!"

I looked at Jim, hoping that he was joking.

"Sorry Chris, you are the only person qualified to do it."

I wasn't sure about that, but I didn't want to argue with him. He was a good boss, so if he needed me to go, then I would, and without giving him any more grief.

When I told Olivia she went ballistic. Initially I got the brunt of it, then she blamed Jim.

"Just wait until I see him."

I didn't argue with her. We have now been married for six years, so I know what she is like. Her rage always starts as a storm, but it soon blows itself out. Ten minutes later, when she was asking me what the project was about, I knew it was over.

"Where are you going to stay?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and then I said, "I don't know. Some hotel, work will sort it out."

She then smiled, and it made me nervous. What was she thinking?

"Where you will be working is only half an hour from Jennifer. You can stay with her."

I shook my head. I liked her Sister, and her family, but I would rather be on my own in a hotel. This time she didn't rant and rage, she sulked. An hour later I gave in.

The next day, all the arrangements had been made. Jim had wanted me to go as soon as possible, but I had managed to persuade him to let me have the weekend at home, and then to leave Monday morning. I was grateful for the extra days, but they seemed to fly by, and when it was time for me to leave, I wished that I could have had more time at home.

Soon after arriving, it looked as if I had made a mistake by agreeing to stay with them. Jennifer and her Husband David had welcomed me with open arms, but then they continued to fuss over me.

"Chris, another coffee?"

I smiled, but it was forced, and then I politely said, "No thanks."

In the last hour, I had already said no at least half a dozen times. I knew they were only being hospitable, but it was getting difficult not to show my irritation when they kept repeatedly asking. Was it going to be like this for the whole month? I preferred what my Niece Alison had done.

"Hello Uncle."

Then, after asking me about the journey, she had gone to her room, and I didn't see her again for the rest of the evening.

The next day I left for work early, before anybody was up, and it was late when I got back. I was relieved to discover that I was on my own. I assumed that they were all in bed, rather than being out. I had already eaten, but I was gagging for a drink. When I sat in the living room, drinking my coffee, I knew that I could relax. Nobody would keep asking me if I wanted anything. Then I heard somebody coming down the stairs. I swore under my breath.

"Hi Uncle."

I gave her a big smile. It was genuine, because I knew that I could relax with her. She wouldn't keep asking about another coffee.

"Are your parents in bed?"

"Yes, they always go to bed early," then she glanced at the television, before asking, "Do you mind if I turn it on?"

I just nodded. It was now on, and she was going through the channels looking for something to watch.

"Is this OK for you?"

It was a documentary about Killer Whales. I would have preferred sport, perhaps a live game, but it was her house, her television.

"Yes, it should be interesting."

It was, but not as interesting as what happened towards the end of it. I was sitting on the sofa, and Alison was opposite me in a large armchair. We didn't talk much, and that suited me. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was a bit of peace and quiet. When she picked up a blanket that was on the floor near her chair, and then put it over her legs, I thought she must be cold. However, shortly after, I realised that it was there for another reason.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her right hand go under the blanket. It was slowly going downwards. She must be adjusting her skirt, or even her underwear, so I looked away to give her some privacy. It would be embarrassing for both of us if she caught me looking. However, when I moved my head back, I could see that her hand was still under the blanket, and it appeared to be between her legs.

I was now watching my Niece more than I was watching the program. I wasn't staring, I was taking furtive looks, hoping that she wouldn't catch me looking at her. Her hand wasn't moving, but I knew that it was there for only one reason. She was going to play with herself. After five minutes, with nothing happening, I was beginning to have my doubts. Perhaps she just had her hand there for comfort, and that it was completely innocent. It must be, after all, why would she finger herself in front of me?

Then she started. Slowly at first, and the movement of her hand was only just noticeable, then it quickly became more obvious. My cock was now going hard, and I was finding it difficult not to just look directly at her. Then she helped me out, by closing her eyes. I was now watching her intently, fascinated by what she was doing. Her fingers were moving rhythmically, but they kept briefly stopping. When I realised why, my cock got even thicker. Her hand must be inside her knickers, and she was pausing to lubricate her fingers with her own juice.

After ten minutes, she was still fingering herself. If that had been me, I would already have climaxed. I didn't know if it was because she was finding it difficult to come, or because she liked to take her time, slowly building up to a big release. From the look of pleasure on her face, I would guess it was because she liked to make it last.

Eventually she did climax, and with perfect timing, the program ended as well. As the credits rolled, her mouth opened, and a single gasp emerged. When her fingers stopped moving, I looked away.

"Did you like it?"

I turned my head towards her. Her eyes were now open, and both her hands were on the outside of the blanket, and there was nothing to suggest in her expression that she had done anything else other than watch television. So what should I say?

She then said, "I did, it was a good program. The start was a bit slow, but I really liked the ending."

I just nodded, and then she quickly got up and left the room, leaving me with a lot to think about, and a raging hardon. Soon after getting into the bedroom, I had dealt with my cock, and I was now trying to make sense of what had happened downstairs.

Alison is eighteen years old. She is about five feet tall, with medium sized tits, but they are prominent because of her slim build. She isn't a beauty, but her total appearance makes her quite attractive. She is generally shy, especially with people that she doesn't know well. As far as I was aware, she has never had a regular boyfriend, and she might even be a virgin. So why did somebody who was not sexually experienced, put on a show for their Uncle? I couldn't make sense of it, but I also couldn't stop thinking about it. Would it happen again?

The next evening I found myself alone again with Alison. When she covered her legs with the blanket, I had to stop myself from grinning. My cock was now growing, in anticipation of what was coming next. However, fifteen minutes later I was still waiting for her to start. Then she yawned.

"I'm so tired."

As she left the room, she said, "Goodnight."

I was so surprised, that I didn't reply. I had expected her to stay with me, and to repeat what she had done yesterday. Shortly after, I decided on an early night as well.

Alison's bedroom was next to mine. As I lay on my bed, I could hear her television. It wasn't very loud, but I knew it would become irritating after a while. I just hoped she hadn't fallen asleep. If she had, what was I going to do? Then, as if by magic, the noise stopped. Good I could now get to sleep.

Then I heard a loud moan, and I knew what had caused it. She was playing with herself. I joined in. I was now slowly stroking my cock, as I listened to her. As she got louder, I moved my hand quicker. It didn't take her long to climax, and when she did, she gave a loud gasp, before saying, "Oh fuck." I reached it soon after.

I didn't see Alison, or her parents, for the next two days, because I was in work early and back late. When I did eventually see them, it was at the breakfast table.

"If you need anything, then don't be afraid to ask."

I had a mouthful of toast, so I just nodded to Jennifer.

David then chipped in with, "How's your room?"

I gulped the food down, and then I said, "OK. The bed is very comfortable."

Alison then joined us.

"Have they been giving you a hard time?"

I quickly said, "No."

Jennifer then glanced at her Father, before looking at me and saying, "Have they?"

I vigorously shook my head.

"But if you do need anything, please..."

Alison cut him off with, "See what I mean."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then David laughed. It broke the tension, and we all joined in.

I was busy in the morning, but by mid-afternoon I had completed everything I had planned to do for the day, so I took the opportunity of leaving early. The weather was good, so I decided to go for a walk before driving back. It was my first opportunity to explore the area near work.

I found a small bookshop, but I didn't buy anything. Twenty minutes later, I was away from the main street, going down a side road. I almost passed it without noticing it. Above the open door was a neon sign, but it wasn't on.

'Massage'.

I smiled, then I shook my head. In my youth, before I was married, I had frequented such places as this, but those days were behind me now. I started walking away.

"Would you like a massage?"

I turned back, ready to say no, but I hesitated when I saw her.

"I'll give you a good time."

She was small, but perfectly formed, and she had the face of an angel. As Oscar Wilde once said, 'I can resist everything except temptation'. Five minutes later I was face down on a massage table, and she was standing next to me. My lower body was covered with a towel, but underneath it I was naked.

She took her time doing my back. I had paid for an hour, so there was no need to rush. After doing my legs, she removed the towel so that she could work on my bottom. I quickly got hard. When she pushed firmly against me, I groaned, and she giggled.

"Open your legs."

When I did, her hand was quickly between them, cupping my balls. She was now rolling them gently between her fingers.

"Please turn over."

I was now lying on my back. She had placed a pillow under my head to make me comfortable. My cock was fully erect, eager for some attention, but she was ignoring it as she massaged me. I watched her as she worked.

As I looked at her, I suddenly realised that she reminded me of my Niece. Was that why I was here? Her face was different, but her body was the same.

It was now almost too much for me. She had massaged my entire front, except for my cock and my hands. When she chose my hands, I groaned, and she then giggled. I was eventually going to get what I wanted, but she was going to make me wait.

"Finished."

I looked at her. She was now standing next to me, hands by her side. I had paid a lot of money, more than I had wanted to. Was this all I was getting? Then she leant over me and grasped my cock.

As she gently stroked it, I said, "I'm Jack, what's your name?"

She seemed surprised that I was asking.

"Lucy," and then she added, "And yes it is my real name."

I felt guilty for not telling her the truth, but I kept quiet.

She was good. Just the right pressure, and just the right speed. I was slowly, and expertly, being taken towards a nice climax. I was tempted to just close my eyes and enjoy it, but I wanted more.

"Can I touch your tits?"

She didn't say anything, but her big smile told me it was a yes. She then moved closer to me, and I reached up for them. They were a nice handful, and they were firm. When I found her nipples, she gave a low moan. She then removed her hand from my cock, but only so that she could take her top and bra off.

"Would you like to suck them?"

I nodded enthusiastically, and it made her laugh. I was now feasting on them, only stopping when I wanted to switch nipples. They were a nice size, and I was enjoying sucking on them. Her hand was still on my cock, but she wasn't rushing me.

"Would you like to put it into my little pussy?"

I didn't know what to say. When I had entered the Parlour, my intention was to just have a handjob, but now I wasn't sure if that would be enough to satisfy me.

"OK, I'll just finish you off with my hand."

She now looked disappointed.

"Yes, I would like to fuck you."

I knew that I shouldn't be here, but since I was, I might as well make the most of it. Later on I would feel guilty for cheating on Olivia, but all I could think about now was Lucy's gorgeous body, and how good her cunt would feel when I was deep inside it.

After quickly taking her knickers off, she was bending over a chair that was in a corner of the room, beckoning me to take her from behind. I had to spread her cheeks, and then bend my knees, so that I could enter her.

Her cunt was small, and it took some time to get all of my cock in. Would my Niece be as tight as this?

Without thinking, I muttered, "Alison."

Lucy giggled, then said, "Mother or Sister?"

I hesitated, and then I said, "Niece."

"OK Jack. I am your Niece, would you like to fuck me?"

I didn't answer her, instead I got to work. She was now getting long hard strokes, as I thought about Alison. Five minutes later we were still going strong, but there were signs from her that she was getting close. Lots of moaning and groaning, and the occasional, "Fuck," when I went deep into her. It was time to up the pace.

I was now giving her all that I had, and I could feel the sap rising. She got there first, screaming as she climaxed. When the screaming stopped, she started whimpering, that is when I reached it. I was now pouring it into her, while thinking about my Niece.

As I was about to leave, I wondered how much of her climax had been real. Was the screaming genuine, or was it part of her act, to keep the customer happy?

Walking back to my car, I thought about her parting words.

"Are you going to fuck your Niece?"

I hadn't answered her, I had just shrugged my shoulders. That had made her laugh. But why had she assumed that I hadn't already done that? Then I understood. If we were already intimate, then I wouldn't be in a Massage Parlour, accidentally saying her name out loud.

When it got to the weekend, I was relieved. It had been a busy week, and all I wanted to do was relax. I got my wish. On Saturday, all of the family were out, visiting a friend. Sunday was almost as quiet. I spent the morning in my room, and most of the afternoon outside, on a long walk. When I got back I was tired, and soon after the evening meal I was back in my room. I was going to read, but I quickly fell asleep, and the next thing I knew it was Monday morning.

It was another busy day, and I was back late again. After quickly making a coffee, I settled on the sofa to watch the second half of the game, thankful that I was alone. However, I had only been watching for a few minutes, when I heard the front door open. I thought they were all in bed, so who was it? I didn't have to wait long for the answer.

"Hi Uncle, can I join you?"

It was Alison, and she was still in her school uniform.

"Yes, but do you want to watch something else?"

She shook her head, then she looked at me, and I could see she was excited.

"We won the Netball tournament."

I congratulated her. So that was why she was back late.

As usual, she sat down on the armchair, but this time the blanket wasn't there. She looked around for something else, then she decided to just use one of the cushions from the chair. Her hand then went under the cushion and she spread her legs a bit. The cushion was small, and her school skirt was short, so this time I could see a lot of leg. She talked about the tournament she had watched, excited because her school had won. We then got back to watching the television. Shortly after, I noticed she had closed her eyes, and that her legs were spread wider. I leant forward so that I could get a better view. The cushion was not covering a lot. I could see her white knickers with two fingers inside. She was rubbing herself. My cock was now hard, eager for some attention. I was tempted to take it out and stroke it in front of her.

I had a really good view, but suddenly she opened her eyes, and she caught me looking.

She quickly closed her legs, removed her hand, and she then got up from the chair. She then went upstairs without saying anything. I was now trying to decide if I should watch the rest of the game, or go upstairs and shoot my load.

I was just about to go to bed, when I heard the toilet flush, then footsteps on the stairs. Alison had returned. She sat on the armchair again, and very quickly it was as before, the cushion on her lap with her hand between her legs. She closed her eyes, and this time she spread her legs even wider. I was surprised, but delighted, to see that she had taken her knickers off. Her cunt was shaved, and I could clearly see that she had two fingers on her clit. She was rubbing it vigorously, only pausing when she needed to insert her fingers deep, to get more juice. There was a growing smell of sex, and a slight slushing sound as she worked her fingers in and out.

Very soon she started to moan, getting louder as she got more worked up. The cushion then fell to the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. She then slumped further down, putting each leg over a chair arm. I had an amazing view of her bald cunt and large labia lips. All the time her eyes were still closed. She now didn't care that I was watching. All that mattered to her was to reach a climax. Those fingers moved faster and faster and the moaning increased. She was obviously an expert at this, and it was not going to be long before she exploded. She then started to squeeze one of her tits hard with her free hand. I was beginning to get worried that her parents might hear, even though they were two levels above. Then she suddenly came, a massive climax that caused her body to spasm. She was still for a while, then she opened her eyes and closed her legs. As she got up from the chair, she was unsteady on her feet.

She mumbled, "Goodnight Uncle," then she was gone, leaving me with an erection that was never going to go down without some attention. I didn't bother watching the rest of the game.

I was now in my bedroom. My hand was on my throbbing cock, and I was reliving what had just happened downstairs. I tried to make it last, but that was impossible. I was too excited. When I climaxed, it was a big one, and my cock twitched a record number of times. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up with an erection, and I was tempted to relieve myself again, but I didn't. It was better to save it for tonight. While I showered, I thought about my Niece. Why hadn't I joined in? I think two things had stopped me. Despite opening her legs, and fingering herself in front of me, I couldn't be sure that she wanted me to. Also, we were not alone in the house. I don't think her parents would be very happy if they came downstairs, and found me between their Daughter's wide open legs, fucking her tight juicy cunt. Then I laughed out loud. I was being stupid. If she was offering herself to me, then I should accept. The next time I would. It was dangerous, but I was prepared to take the risk, and to suffer the consequences if we got caught.