Thread: Scribe's Requests and Rough Drafts (female writers)

Incest I teach at the university, and my niece decided to visit me to explore the campus before deciding to apply. I live alone in my apartment, and she still lives with her family. I'm doing quite well as a lecturer. My apartment has a double-sized bed, and its own bathroom large enough for a shower. Why do I say that? Because my niece has just arrived -- and she looks kinda beat and sweaty. It's been unusually sunny today, and it must have been a hot trip. I was certainly a little bit sweaty. Kitty, I say, kneeling down, We're going out to eat at a nice restaurant, but we better have a good shower first. How about a bath? I had not seen my niece in a long time, and remember when I took care of her in her earlier years. I knew she would grow up attractive, and, oddly, didn't think more than that. I guess she instilled within me some sort of masculine maternal instinct. But I confess that I watched her filling the bath. After she stripped, I peeped, watching her from behind, filling the tub. And I confess I wanted her. I wanted to slide my hands on that bent over little ass, replaced by my cock between her cheeks. I wanted to slide it, back and forth, my precome oozing out, coating the crack of her ass, lubricating the tip of my cock. I wanted to slide it in, feeling inside her as I imagined, much too often, when I stayed over at my parent's house, her soft young body just right in the next room, perhaps touching herself as I did to pictures of her I secretly took without her knowing. I took of my clothes in the hallway, and slipped on a small towel around my waist. I then entered the bathroom, hopefully louder than my peeping self before. I placed my hand on her torso, feeling her soft body and offering a smile. Thank you for drawing the bath, I said, giving her a light hug, and adoring kiss on the cheek. Stand up so we can take a shower first. Do you want to stand up so I can wash you? Or I can sit and wash you in my lap. Like we did when we was much younger. But she was more than a mere youth right now. My sister's forwardness surprised me, but did not displease me. I kept thinking of her as that 12-year old girl I used to take care of, but she certainly acted like a woman. At first, I smiled as she lathered and washed my legs, but it must have been obvious my desires and perhaps intentions when she washed my inner thighs. Hers were certainly evident when she soaped up my balls and cock, much like the ladies did at the Soaplands I visited. I loved how her little hands rubbed over my balls, slowly filling with cum. I loved how her little hands stroked my cock, up and down... up and down... I was practically weak in the knees as I faced her and stood over her, my hands pressing against the wall for support. I had already washed -- or at least touched -- her entire small body, her lovely hair, her tiny chest, her gorgeous slit... all I could think about was putting my huge hard cock ready to spurt loads of creamy white come into her mouth, only centimeters away from me. As the shower washed away the soap from our bodies, I gradually thrust my cock closer, and closer, to her pretty little lips...