Possessing My Niece

An entire week has passed since I watched Rueben fucking Denise and over that span of time neither one could take their eyes off each other. Even when I entered the room, neither one paid me the courtesy to say Hi to me or even recognize that I lived there. So I started to lose my shit as the week progressed, but the last nail in the situation was when Denise finally talked to me about what Rueben liked in his women, like I gave a shit!

I bided my time until Rueben left the house on one of his day-long errants to show Denise how she should be thinking about her other uncle. She just got up after Rueben’s pick-up left the driveway, dressed only in a pair of gray panties covered with rows of red hearts, a white t-shirt. She went to walk past me without so much as saying a single word to me. I let her but once she was directly in front of me, I reached out and grabbed her arms and bent them up to her shoulder blades in back of her.

I put my left hand under her jaw and lifted her head. My nose touched the flesh of her right cheek, getting a scent of her rose scented flesh. “What’s your trouble with me, you little slut?”

Since I left mom’s I’ve been here with Uncle Rueben and Roger. Thanks to Uncle Rueben, my pussy has had a constant tickling itch that I would let him scratch for me whenever he wanted to. Much like growing up, I didn’t really have much of a relationship with Uncle Roger. It’s not that I had a grudge against him, it’s just that he never really tried to make a connection with me.

Even today, when I came out of my bedroom, he never said anything to me. Just seemed to eye me up and down. So imagine my surprise when I went to walk by him and he got a hold of my arms and bent them behind my back. Then I heard, “What’s your trouble with me, you little slut?”

I didn’t know what he expected as he **** me over to the couch and made me sit down on the right end and began to whisper into my right ear as he pulled my t-shirt up to expose my right breast. My pussy started to tingle, so I dropped my left hand into my panties to rub the tingle.

Then I found myself being pulled up off the couch, going over the sidearm. My t-shirt begging pulled over my head as Uncle Roger pulled me in hard to his chest. His mouth was so close to my hair that I swear he was smelling my shampoo before he said to me in a slightly low voice, “Are you ready to find out what your Uncle Roger can do?”

I took her over to the couch and made her sit down in the crook where the right side arm met the back of the couch. Immediately I went for her t-shirt, pulling it up enough to expose her right breast. All the while I was trying to whisper into her right ear, but the scent of whatever she washed her hair with began to make me want that scent over my flesh.

Suddenly I pulled her up by her t-shirt over the side of the couch. I made her stand in front of me before taking her t-shirt completely off. Now my left nostril was getting its share of the scent of her hair. I was controlling her left arm with a solid grip on her bicep while I got her right arm bent in my right arm just enough that Denice couldn’t try to escape.

I don’t know why I didn’t just ask her but I lowered my voice into what I hope she would feel was a seductive whisper, “Are you ready to find out what your Uncle Roger can do?”

Her reply surprised me, just as low as I asked came , “God yes, Uncle Roger!”