Irresistible Lust - Part 1

There are certain relationships, which society considers unacceptable. Some while not strictly incest in the legal sense are still frowned upon at the very least. In my case the large age difference is an added factor, which makes this a remarkable story. I have only recently decided to write this up, although I keep a diary and my memory for events is nearly photographic.

My story really begins about a year or so ago when I was home from a six month sabbatical, just in time for my niece’s sixteenth birthday. Lorna is in fact my step niece. I am an only child and gained a step sister when my father remarried when I was 15. Lorna's father is divorced from my sister and estranged from the family. Even without the bonds of consanguinity, I have only ever thought of Lorna as my niece, although she has only ever called me Stephen.

It had been maybe eight month’s since I had seen Lorna because of my travels and I had quite a shock. She had always been quite a skinny girl, though exceptionally pretty with her unusually blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Although she had already begun to grow up as it were, after turning fifteen, she had simply blossomed when I saw her on her birthday. Sweet sixteen wasn’t in it. I have to stress at this point there was no hint of what was to happen more than a year later. I think the seed was sown though. There was a look in her eyes, something new that I didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand. If it had been any other girl I would probably have construed it differently.

Looking back now, I realise she was showing interest in me then. I think it was in a kind of primeval, innocent way. She didn’t exactly have a sheltered upbringing but she was rather naïve and not worldly wise. I think in her mind, her rampant hormones and her feelings of affection for me had become mixed up. I really would like to think that had she been a blood relative this wouldn’t have happened but she isn’t, so of course I will never know.

After those first signs, things developed slowly if at all. There were little things, which didn’t seem important at the time like her hugs, which were just that little bit too strong. Also she would want always to sit next to me on family outings and meals etc. I’m certain my sister never even noticed. I did. It’s just that at the time it didn’t seem important. I know now it was.

In the year that followed Lorna grew up even more, or rather grew out. She turned 17 this year and is frankly amazing. I’m not just being biased when I say that she is breathtakingly gorgeous. Her figure is the classic hour glass. She is carrying a few extra pounds, but only a few, so that her assets are accentuated to such an extent that she can’t walk down the road without turning heads. I was sure every time I saw her, which was about once a month, that her breasts had grown another inch. Her bottom is also one of the best. Some busty girls have flat bottoms, not so Lorna. She must be an F cup, but her ass is a peach!

The few months before her last birthday we had become closer. We had exchanged mobile numbers because I was helping her with her Maths work and we frequently chatted on Facebook. I think we probably communicated an unusual amount, but it was innocent enough. There was never any innuendo or anything remotely improper between us. I didn’t realise and maybe that was down to my naivety that she was simmering away. She was developing her crush I suppose you would call it, unbeknownst to me.

I have been single, in the sense of not in a relationship - I’ve never been married - for nine months. It had been an on-off sort of thing anyway but I eventually split with my ex after a bit of a row. I don’t think my relationship status was ever a concern to Lorna. She never met my girlfriend, so I don’t think it even registered.

So, coming nearer to the present, I arrived at my sister’s house on Lorna’s 17th birthday. My, she looked fine. I mean even then, before everything kicked off I had to pinch myself. She was wearing a lemon top and a short, but not too short meringue-type skirt. Speaking just as a man she looked fucking amazing! She must have been wearing one of those very flattering brassieres and her breasts were awesome. A few of her closest, girly friends were round and while they looked good, Lorna shone. She just stood out as being special.

She gave me an extra big hug that day and also one of her looks after I kissed her on the cheek. She looked good and she smelled good. She kept giving me the same look all day. It’s hard to describe what her eyes were saying. It was as if she was needy; like she was imploring me to do something. A connection, which had developed and had been nurtured over the previous 12 months had suddenly become a spark. I knew I was looking at her boobs too often, I couldn’t help it. She noticed, I know she did. Her little embarrassed glances said it all.

It came to the evening and everyone had had a little bit to drink including Lorna and people drifted off leaving me and Lorna alone, while Rachel my step sister cleared up. We were sitting on the sofa, side by side, she on her laptop, updating her status or something and I was just sitting there chilling.

“Why don’t you stay tonight Stephen? It’s ages since you stayed over,” said Lorna in her most impossible to turn down voice.

“I could I suppose. I think I would be OK to drive, but best not risk it. Would it be OK with your Mum?”

“Yeah, she always keeps the spare room nice just in case. Aah go on it will be cool! We can go for a walk in the morning!”

“Yeah OK babe, I’ll just let your Mum know.”

My sister was fine about it and she went up to puff up my pillow or something and said she was going to turn in afterwards. This left me and Lorna alone. We looked at each other and we smiled and I looked down at her breasts. Her top was ever so slightly see-through, so I could make out the pattern of her lacy bra.

“Do you like my top?” She said.

“Yeah of course, it’s lovely.”

“Stephen?”

“Yes babe?”

“I noticed. I noticed you looking at me a lot today.”

“Was I?”

“You know you were. I just wanted you to know. I don’t mind, that‘s all.”

I didn’t know what to say. She or I had never exchanged thoughts like that before. Was I to pass it off altogether and change the subject or did I make light of it or what? What had been said couldn’t be unsaid. Lorna’s words were direct and succinct, without actually being suggestive. I felt I needed to say something, but I didn’t know how to respond. I was at that moment in a sort of no man’s land. I felt more than just her step uncle, but I couldn’t believe I was in a position to act on anything.

“You look lovely Lorna, I guess that’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“I thought it was more than that.”

“Lorna?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know Stephen.”

“Honestly I don’t.”

“Seriously?”

She turned to me and her blue eyes were just mesmerising. Her cute little nose and her full pink lips. I wanted to kiss her.

“Well maybe a little bit,” I said.

“I want us to do things,” she said, licking her lips and looking at me like a lost sheep.

Oh! Those eyes! I was fighting it, the best I could, but I wanted to kiss her.

“Do you Lorna?”

“Do you want to?” She asked, putting her hand on my arm.

I looked at her and I mean I looked at her face and her legs, my eyes drifted all over her body. My heart was pounding as I looked into her eyes and my fingers touched her fingers.

The next thing I knew we were kissing. Properly kissing. There was no exploratory peck or little smooch, we just kissed like lovers. My dick was of course hard straight away. It was a passionate but short kiss and we broke the clinch and Lorna looked away and giggled.

“Did we actually do that?!” She said, as if we had scrumped a few apples from the vicar’s orchard.

“Yes Lorna, we just French kissed.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

I just nodded gently.

She turned to me and put her hand on my face and we kissed again, but for longer. Her kisses were so beautiful and erotic. Her mouth that first time it was just so hot and luscious. My hand strayed naturally on to her leg as we kissed and as her tongue searched for mine my hand made its way onto her top and I found myself squeezing her fantastic breasts through her clothes. It wasn’t until I groped her in that way that I realised how full and big her boobs were. They were really lovely with that fulsome squishiness that just yielded to my palm.

“Oh Lorna look at me, I shouldn’t be touching you!”

“It’s OK, I don’t mind.”

She held my hand tightly and looked into my eyes earnestly. I remember those words precisely because I know she meant them so deeply and wished to convey what she meant in a way that I would have no doubt.

“You can do anything you want Stephen. Anything!”

In those eight words she eliminated the need for heaps of questions and any feelings of equivocation. She had clearly made her mind up.

It’s fair to say I am a sexy man and I have a very high sex drive. I masturbate quite a lot, but I honestly never fantasised over Lorna, although I did sometimes over her hotter friends. Here then was a girl of seventeen with the most amazing, smoking hot body, offering herself to me. Her love for me meant that nothing was out of bounds. Lorna is a very intelligent girl and had I’m sure grown up considerably since her sixteenth birthday. She knew what she meant. She had no misconceptions about what needs I had. She saw my occasionally lewd Facebook comments about the latest hot weather girl or whatever. She wanted to fulfil my needs. Fulfil them completely and some.

“Do you want me to take my top off?” She asked.

“Yes. But…would you let me unbutton you?”

“Of course!”

I had to unzip my trousers to release the pressure on my erection. Lorna traced her hand over the outline of my bulge but was in no rush to get at it. I looked into her eyes and started to undo her blouse, starting at the top, one button at a time. Each moment during those minutes that led to the uncovering of her breasts was wonderful. At first it was just undoing the buttons, feeling the pressure of her tits against the thin cotton. The next breathtaking moment was as her white bra with the little pink bow in the middle came into view. The actual removing of her blouse, as she slipped the sleeves off her arms was one of those things its hard to capture in words. There was something magically erotic in watching my niece undress for me. Suddenly, she was not just unbuttoned, her blouse was gone, discarded casually by her side.

I not only felt incredibly aroused as I traced my index finger along the edge of her bra, but very fortunate - honoured almost. I was impressed by the sense that what was happening was special rather than wrong. It didn’t feel wrong, not even a little bit. Yet, I was aware that men didn’t see their nieces breasts, like not ever! Here I was about to undo the catches on Lorna’s bra. I reached round and unclipped all three of them. I wished in a way that that moment of all the moments could have last forever. Seeing the straps slide down her arms and her cleavage become those creamy smooth globes was eye-wateringly erotic.

My dick was so hard, I had no choice but to undo my trousers completely. Lorna’s eyes widened when she saw the outline of my erection and licked her lips involuntarily. As her bra fell away I sat back and Lorna instinctively got up and sat with her legs astride mine on the sofa. We exchanged no words. I closed my eyes as I felt her rub her breasts into my face. She squeezed the soft flesh around my nose and brushed her nipples against my lips. I let out a long groan until I had to feel my cock and I pulled it out and began to relieve myself as I sucked on her tits. Lorna has large nipples and they were so good, so suckable - warm and succulent.

I pulled on my erection faster and faster. I was so aroused I knew I would come quickly. Even though I was masturbating it was Lorna who was doing it really.

“Are you going to come Stephen?”

“Yes!" I gasped.

She looked at me and gave me a smile that I’ll never forget. I was so close…so close to ejaculating and just a few seconds before, Lorna’s hand replaced mine and her mouth swallowed my dick and then my cum. I had to press a cushion into my face to drown at my screams of pleasure. For a while I sat there and she rested her head on my lap as I stroked her hair.

We dressed and went to bed. Her room was next to mine on a different floor to her Mum’s. We sat on my bed for a while, just holding each other. I knew what we had started couldn’t easily be stopped. I didn’t want it to stop. I loved and respected Lorna as I still do of course. I wanted her body all the same.

To be continued…