There were a few advantages of having a petite twenty-year-old niece, when I couldn't be bothered to go out on a date, or one of my fuck buddies were unavailable, she was great company. As she didn't get along well with her mother, who was a taller bustier version of her, we spent a lot of time together.
More often than not, after she'd finished college or her part time job, she'd usually pop in and sometimes stay overnight. I was classed as the cool uncle. Sometimes she'd bring a boyfriend, or one of her hot young mates. We'd get a takeout and have a few drinks. All on the level, nothing seedy or untoward, aside from a perv at her mates tits and ass in their short tight dresses.
My niece was a catch for some young man or woman. She was naturally pretty, with dimples, wore little makeup, petite (5'2), long mousy hair. Sporting perky prime time tits, and a tight gym and swimming toned athletic body. She was funny with a sassy attitude. I wasn't a huge fan of her fake eyelashes, as she had great natural features in any-case.
Since turning eighteen, she was a little wild when drunk. After a night-out to celebrate her 18th birthday she'd jumped my bed and in her metallic bodysuit and hitched up micro mini-skirt cuddled against me. I thought nothing of it at first until she started dry-humping my thigh with her thong on show, and I told her to go back to her bed. After she refused I had to place a pillow between us. Whether on purpose or not - her hands kept finding their way to my lazy-lobbed cock, which she started lightly stroking in my underwear. Even though it seemed she drunkenly wanted her Uncle's cock, it was wrong. I put her back in the spare room, which had many of her belongings as she'd stayed a lot when her parents divorced.
Nothing had been said about that night since, however, it awakened something inside me, and even-though I felt bad and a little guilty, I thought about her a lot, too much. Her ass in her thong imprinted in my mind. I lost count how many times I'd fuck some little slag after a night out thinking about my hot niece.
I'd wank over her social media or holiday snaps. When she stayed the night, sometimes whole weekends, I'd reduced myself to dropping a hot sticky load over her shoes, sinfully even jizzing on her friend's strappy heels, if they'd stayed too. I'd pitifully cum inside her worn socks, the chunkier the better, especially her pink ones that reminded me of leg-warmers. But worse still, I'd sniff her dirty underwear, and shoot my creamy thick load on them. On occasion wearing them on my head, smelling them, while coming hard in her hosiery.
She arrived wearing her workworks uniform, the tightest pair of little orange shorts you ever did see, and white tube top that hugged her perfectly shaped bra, tits and nipples poking out. Her navel and toned stomach on display with white pumps. I shot a few loads over those trainers too, such a pain to clean. It turned me on just thinking about it.
Dark eyeliner, green sparkly eyeshadow, she looked so tiny and fuckable.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, what shit night, crappy tips," she replied, kicking off her pumps, rubbing her neck, swinging her ponytail.
"Fancy pizza?" I asked her, handing over a beer.
"Yes please Unc', I'm going out with the girls later, is that okay?" She took off her white ankle socks and left them on the stairs. "I've got plenty clothes here right?"
"A whole wardrobe, anything else is washed and put away," I added.
"Can I be cheeky and stay the night too? Mom is being argumentative again."
To my surprise she downed the beer.
My ex-sister-in-law was a bit of a handful. "Sure," I reassured, as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her pert ass rubbed across my prick accidentally as she passed. I wanted to grip her ponytail, lick her face, and with my cock as hard as the Eiffel Tower stuff it in her tight pussy longingly stretching her out. Alternatively, I yearned to loosen that young sweet ass ring by ramming it in her perfect arse-hole. If she wasn't my niece, I would have ruined her tight cunny already.
