Tim Peterson - So naughty niece

Sondra Weldon felt her pulse quicken as the front door opened and she saw her Uncle Philip standing before her. He seemed more handsome and attractive than ever.

"I was in the neighborhood," the blonde teenager chirped. "Thought I'd drop by. Am I interrupting anything?"

It was a Saturday, and he was home alone, as far as she knew, but it never hurt to ask.

"Not a thing," Philip said. He was in his late thirties, casually dressed. And while he wasn't in a bad mood, he did appear a little down.

Philip stepped aside and let her in. Sondra was a very pretty girl with a slender curvy body and shapely tits stretching her snug pullover. Her skirt ended just above the knee, hinting at tanned, tennis-strengthened legs. She moved with a light step and a sassy roll to her jutting young ass.

Sondra turned to him and saw his gaze skip away from her ass. She supposed that guys just couldn't help looking.

"How have you been?" the bright-faced girl asked. "Okay?"

"Okay," he said indifferently.

"I haven't had, a chance to tell you how sorry I am about you and Aunt Cheryl breaking up."

Philip rolled a shoulder. "It happens, I guess."

"Not to my favorite uncle," she said, and gave him a hug. She held her arms about him, holding herself close.

He chuckled affectionately and returned the hug and the lingering embrace. "Nice to know I still have friends."

"And more, if you want it."

"What?"

Sondra looked up at him. "You heard me." Sondra turned and walked a slow couple of steps to a living room couch. Facing Philip again, she leaned her ass against the back of the couch, sliding her hands out to either side. She relaxed her body so that her tit, pouted high on her chest. It was a tempting pose, subtle but clear, matching her facial expression.

"And you know exactly what I mean," she said in a quiet friendly voice.

"I believe I do know. But I don't believe it."

"I can understand that," Sondra said. "It took some getting used to when I first realized I wanted you. As you can see, I did it."

"I-I never knew."

"Well, I've been hiding it. But when you and Cheryl broke up, it didn't seem necessary anymore."

"Didn't seem necessary? I'm your uncle."

"Only by marriage. You're a man, I'm a woman."

"An awfully young woman. Hell, a girl!"

"Wanna bet?"

He didn't have an answer for that. "I've been around," Sondra said. "I know a thing or two. And I'm not a girl to kiss and tell."

"Good."

"I heard you and Mom talking the other night, and I know you're tired of that. I know you're lonely. And I get the feeling you could use a little female attention. Or maybe just a good, hot fuck?"

The way he was now was no longer indifferent. Sondra wasn't sure what it was, though.

"Do you want me to spank your ass and send you home to Mommy?" he asked.

Her lips spread in a faint smile. Her eyes went shiny with the light of a wicked idea. Slowly, she turned. She bent forward and leaned on an elbow on the back of the couch. She grasped the back of her skirt at the hem and peeled it up and over the crescents of her flawless ass.

"All right," Sondra said easily. "Spank me!" Philip stared. He didn't know which way to turn, what to say, anything.

"Well, don't just stand there," Sondra said lightly, temptingly. "I've got all afternoon, but why waste any of it?"

She saw his gaze linger on her ass. She swayed it for him, pinched the elastic of her panties and pulled the seat into the deep cleft of her exposing most of each jutting asscheek.

He wavered and drew a deep breath. He moved forward. She looked at the front of his pants, between his thighs, and saw the suggestion of a swelling prick. So she'd been right. He could use some pussy action. She had made her move at just the right time.

She'd known it would be easy, if she could get the timing right. She had a good body, a great face, knew her way around, and she was afraid to go the extra step to really act a man's attention. If it was a man she really wanted.

Aunt Cheryl had married Philip only six years before, so it wasn't as if he'd been around forever. She had hardly ever thought of him as family. And with his looks, charm and maturity, it was only a matter of time before he became the prime focus of Sondra's erotic thoughts.

Philip drew near. Her body sewed his presence and she felt it quicken her pulse. Her desire became laced with excitement ant it played like fire over her tit-points, down to her pussy and between her asscheeks and thighs.

Philip reached across and cupped a hand on the saucy roundness of her asscheek. He caress her, though he did it a shade timidly.

"That's a funny kind of spanking," she said, deliberately dropping the word uncle.

It didn't seem to apply anymore, if it ever did. "Changed my mind," he murmured. "Maybe I'll let you stay for a while. If you promise to be good."

"Oh, I'll be good," she said. "I'll be very good. I'll do anything you say."

With his free arm, Philip hooked Sondra under her body and lifted her upright, drawing her against him. He held her close, groping her ass as he gazed down into her expectant eyes. Clearly his inhibitions were dropping by the wayside, no doubt encouraged by her unflinching, unwavering attitude.

"You really want it, don't you?" he said. "Gonna give it to me?" she asked.

"Bold little bitch. How did you get to be so bad?"

"Oh, I picked up a little here, a little there…"

"I hope you meant what you said, about not kissing and telling."

"It doesn't stop with kissing either," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and draping herself down the front of his body.

"Forbidden fruit. You're making me dizzy."

"Wanna lie down?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"I would. Anything you want to do, I'm for it. Anything, Phil…"

She felt him pull her tighter against his body, and he gave her a kiss that seemed to claim every part of her body as his very own. She shuddered with an inner warmth and lifted her girlish tongue against his virile probe. She felt his remarkably gentle, stroking response and quivered with anticipation of more.

"Nnnnn!" she groaned, barely containing her excitement. "Let's get to the lie down!"

"Don't you wanna get naked first?"

"Of course. Right here in the living room?"

"Maybe not. It's Saturday and you never know who might come snooping around."

"Right. I'm not your only niece, after all." In a quick, smooth motion, Philip bent and scooped Sondra up in his arms and started for the stairs.

"My hero!" Sondra gasped, and squirmed closer. She had fantasized about this moment, never picturing it quite like this, of course, but close.

For a long time, she had thought it would never happen. Aunt Cheryl was a stunner, and Sondra just couldn't imagine him having eyes for anyone else. On top of that, Cheryl was her mother's sister, blood kin and all of that, and Sondra couldn't picture herself hurting Cheryl or her mom. But then the spilt had happened and made it a whole new world, Philip chose a guest bedroom for them. At the time, Sondra assumed it was because it was the closest to the top of the stairs. Philip dropped her onto the wide bed and stood over her, then began unbuttoning his shirt.

Sondra had already kicked her sneakers off. Now she sat up to wriggle out of her pullover. That done, she lay back. She was braless, the mounds of her tits on display for Philip's consuming gaze. He stared as he continued undressing.

Sondra loosened her skirt, lifted her ass and pushed it from her hips. She folded her legs up as she whisked the skirt off. She then let her tanned, tapered thighs part and unfold, stopping with her thighs at right angles with her curved body. She pulled the white material of her panties up tight on her cunt, outlining its provocative fullness.