This story is a continuation from "Christmas Gift from Niece to Uncle," which was (unfortunately) not true but is loosely based on real people and was inspired by actual events. I hadn't intended to write a next chapter, but after hearing from readers about how much they liked the first story, I decided to extend the evening for Mark and Marie.
All characters depicted are over 18. Only those involved (the uncle and the niece) would recognize themselves. And as one of those two, I'm really hopeful that the other will...
And PS, my writing style is very deliberately NOT inauthentic or gratuitous dialog (like all the "oh yes fuck your slutty niece with your huge cock and give her your thick baby batter" language), so if you're looking for that, you won't find it here. If you don't appreciate that kind of dialog, well, I hope you'll enjoy this.
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After I made it to the top of the stairs and went through all the necessary pre-bed perfunctories (brushing teeth, taking a leak - taking special care to wipe up all the come from the unbelievable moment I just had with my gorgeous niece - and of course the obligatory and platonic "kiss" goodnight to my wife), I quickly switched into a new pair of pajamas and climbed into the twin bed I was assigned in the Airbnb in which the whole family is staying.
"There weren't enough queen beds for everyone, so I just took this room," my wife had said when we'd all checked in the day before. It was fine with me, not like anything was going to happen between the two of us, anyway.
And now, alone in the twin bed, it gave me the space to think about what had just happened. So wrong, the guilt and shame flooded over me, and I castigated myself for what I'd just done. "She's twenty years old, you're married, she's your niece, the whole family was there, what were you thinking?!"
But just as quickly as the guilt had washed over me, the memories of her touch - the electricity I felt, the intensity of the orgasm I'd had at her hand, and the feeling of her hand as she held my fingers inside her while she came - all that came flooding back, and without realizing it, I was starting to get hard again. And all those things I'd just said in self-criticism now sounded not nearly as bad.
Yes, she's twenty years old, and that means she's an adult by pretty much any definition, capable of making her own decisions and evaluating the likely risks and rewards.
And yes, I'm married, but truly, it's a marriage on paper only, and hasn't been consummated in years.
And yes, she's my niece, but she's not a blood relative - she's the daughter of my sister-in-law.
And yes, the whole family was there, but between the volume of the movie, being covered by a blanket, and because Marie was able to be as discreet as me, there was very little chance we'd be caught - and sure enough, we weren't. That emboldened me, and washed away any remaining guilt and shame. Come to think of it, "emboldened" was a good word for it - my dick was fully hard by this point, and it felt emboldened, too.
So I lay there quietly, listening to the rest of the house, and it sounded like everyone had settled in for the night - the last toilet flushed, a door down the hall closed, and the whole house was silent, except for the very faint sound of the TV downstairs. I feigned sleep and pretended to snore lightly, hoping that my wife would quickly fall asleep, while I was gently stroking myself thinking, pondering, debating going back down to see Marie again...
It wasn't much of a debate, to be honest, and you can decide if I won or lost it, because I was pretty sure I was going to go back down. As I quietly masturbated with my right hand, I lifted my left hand to my nose, and drank in the scent of her sweet young pussy. Sliding my fingers into my mouth, I could still taste her juices, and that got me more turned on, more desirous of the nubile flesh downstairs.
One thing I wrestled with - as things stood, if we were discovered by anyone, I clearly had way more to lose than she did, and while I didn't for a minute think that Marie would share our secret with anyone, I also knew twenty-year-old girls couldn't always be relied on to be discreet - the urge to share in that generation was strong, but this was obviously something that couldn't be shared with anyone, not even her closest friend.
Quietly picking my phone up from the table in between the twin beds, I quickly turned the screen brightness down so it wouldn't distract my wife, who was a heavy sleeper but I wasn't taking any chances. I pulled up the last text exchange between me and Marie, something innocuous about the final exams she'd taken the week prior, and typed in, "How's the movie?"
The three little dots appeared immediately, indicating she was typing back, and my dick hardened in anticipation, hopeful that she hadn't changed her mind.
"Lonely," was the one word response. But that was all I needed - at that point, I made the decision to go back downstairs, but I wanted to get this other matter resolved first.
"Need to ask you something," I texted back.
"ANYTHING," came her emphatic response.
"It's not an easy question," I replied, to set her up for what I knew might be a challenging request.
"Does that mean it's HARD?" came her response, along with some laughing emojis.
Smiling to myself, "Yes, it most definitely is, but that's not what I meant," I sent back, with a smiling emoji of my own.
"Go ahead, Uncle Mark, you can ask me anything, I mean it."
