I had been asked by my brother-in-law, to stay at his and my sister's home while he was abroad, for what would be, at least, two years, on a lucrative job assignment. Because of the crime situation in the city, especially break-ins and sexual assault, he wanted to know that a trusted and able-bodied male would be there to offer some protection, assistance and comfort to his wife and nineteen-year-old daughter while he was away. I was thirty years old, five eleven, muscular and athletic.
I was elated and jumped at the offer, because, coincidentally, that very week I had secured a new job in the city that was just a couple of miles away from their home. I was then living more than fifty miles away, and the operator job demanded working shifts. This new arrangement meant I would save on transportation costs, and time getting to work, along with the added bonus of not having to pay rent. It was made easier by the fact that I was presently unattached, romantically, and didn't have to worry about being away from a girlfriend.
It did not take long for me to realize that my young niece, Allyson, simply put, was a consummate tease. She flashed me regularly, flirted brazenly and somehow always managed to bump into or rub against me in a manner that left no doubt that it was sexually motivated. This happened mostly when her mother was away or when at home, and not in a position to see, but not exclusively; there were times when she played her little flashing and flirting games even with Dahlia, my sister, nearby.
Allyson was a very strong headed and aggressive person, who liked to have her own way, so It made me wonder if she was deliberately setting me up to bring about a confrontation which would lead to me having to leave the house, so she could do as she pleased while her father was away. It took a great deal of self-control for me to resist taking what she seemed to be offering, but it was hard; she was petite and exceptionally, pretty, and sexy - five feet in height, and shapely with a nice little round butt and small puffy breasts that stuck straight out from her chest. Her mid-brown skin was as smooth and flawless as a baby's and her big black eyes bore a perpetual mischievous twinkle that captivated.
It soon reached the stage where I wanted her badly. I fantasized daily, about fucking the little temptress. After six months of conflicting feelings, sexual torment and weighing the probable consequences of a wrong move, I decided on the spur of the moment, that enough was enough, I was going to fuck her and deal with whatever followed; and I wasn't going to waste time wooing her, or anything like that; I was sure I knew what she wanted and how she wanted it done. I made that decision one afternoon when we were home alone.
She was on summer break from college, and I was on my last day off from my shift work. She came and sat opposite me reading a book, and soon placed both of her legs up in the chair with knees spread apart. She was wearing shorts, so short and soft, that it left almost nothing to the imagination, especially with her sitting the way she was. The lump of crotch with its clearly defined cleft, aroused me instantly and within seconds my cock was hard and throbbing with a sweet pain. She looked at me, smiled and licked her little, pouty, round lips. I got up and started walking over to her.
She watched me warily, her eyes blazing but yet bearing a confused look, as if she was thinking: 'shit, what have I gotten myself into, how do I handle this?' As I leaned over to take the book from her unsteady hands, we both heard the unmistakable sounds of Dahlia's arrival home from work. Allyson smiled up at me and licked out her tongue tauntingly, then she sprung up and ran out of the living room, half her ass hanging outside the shorts. About a minute later she reappeared and greeted her mother at the door, wearing a proper, long skirt.
Later that night, I lay in bed, tormented by the thought of what had almost happened and the image of Allyson's clefted pussy bump in my head. I did the obvious ... I jerked off, whispering her name when I ejaculated.
When I got home the next day Allyson was sitting in front of the TV, leaned back in her father's swivel recliner, with both legs spread wide and hanging over the chair arms. Through the side of her eye, she saw me and spun the chair around, facing me. The sheer pink panties she was wearing was even more clefted than the shorts of the previous day, and there was a determined and challenging look in her eyes. I groaned in exasperation.
I was of a mind to just dive into that young pussy right there and then ... eat it out and then fuck it hard, right there in the recliner, but then I thought, one must always expect the unexpected. Though slim, there was a possibility that Dahlia might come home and catch me on Allyson. She was not expected for another two hours, but you never know ... Up in one of our bedrooms was a better place. If Dahlia came home before we were finished and cleaned up, and we became aware that she was in the house I could easily get to my room or Allyson to hers without being caught.
I walked over to her.
"Come with me," I commanded.
"Where to, the sea of love?' she asked, quoting an old song.
It surprised me that she knew that fifties or sixties song, but then again, she listened to all kinds of music, and she read a lot. She was also quick-witted.
"Just fucking come," I said, in an annoyed and threatening tone.
"You drunk or something? ... you look kinda funny."
"You getting up or do I have to drag your ass out of the chair?" I asked
"Which one you prefer," she asked, teasingly.
Stepping forward I grabbed hold of her legs at both ankles and pulled. When her ass and most of her back had cleared the chair and she was tottering on her shoulders, about to fall to the ground, she grabbed the feet rest and shouted.
"Fuck! ... wait, I'll get up."
I helped her up and she looked at me in awe
"What the fuck, you trying to kill me or what. I could have fallen and hit the back of my fucking head hard on the floor."
Though she was protesting, there was no hiding the excitement and arousal in her eyes.
I shrugged.
"You wouldn't have died. A bump on the head, bruised elbows, sprained wrist, twisted back whatever, but not death ... Actually, I think a bump on the head would have done you good. You need a bit of shaking up to get you in line ... somewhere along the way you went off track and you seem to be enjoying it at other people's expense."
Looking amused, but pleased, she said, "You're a damn freak. I never would have thought you had it in you."
I grabbed her hand; She stood her ground, pulling back her hand.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"to a bedroom ... yours or mine?" I said, smirking.
"To do what?" She asked, breathing hard and plainly excited.
"You'll see ... You coming freely or do I have to drag you."
"A little dragging won't hurt, might even do me good," she said, followed by a chuckle.
She dug in her feet and resisted, playfully, all the way. I literally dragged her up the stairs. I realized that I was right in my assumption of what she wanted and how.
"You really are a fucking freak," she said a couple of times.
I looked her in the eyes and nodded: "A big one too, smart ass ... you never guessed."
"I would feel safer in my room." She said resignedly
When we entered the room, I immediately began taking off my shirt.
She watched me in wide eyed amazement.
"You are going to rape me, right?"
"No, I am going to fuck you," I assured her.
