Niece Addiction

My unhealthy addiction to my niece and lengthy backstory that leads up to it

I learned about sex and all its nature at a young age, finding porn from my brother’s phone at the time.

age of 6 and masturbating almost every day at the age of 8. As long as I can remember, porn and masturbation have been a constant in my life. 

During the younger ages of my life, somewhere 7 through 10, I always had my female cousin (who was a month older than I was) (I’ll call her F) come around my house to hang out every other day and we would almost hang out til the day was done. We would build forts with blankets and chairs, shoot each other with Nerf guns, and pretend we were different people.

I will always vividly remember me and her bathing together in my bathroom. She would sit in the tub fully naked but covering her privates while singing some Justin Bieber songs. I was always too shy to be fully naked, so I always wore boxers while bathing. I would always help her wash her hair and, well, she never helped me in any way, but I just enjoyed spending time with her. As we grew a few years older into the 8-9 range, I told F about porn and it piqued her interest. We would try our hardest to find porn anywhere on the internet, but we only knew so much about the internet. The first thing we kind of found was some girl on YouTube spraying her bare stomach with a spray bottle of water. When we watched the whole video, we only felt more curious and tried searching even harder.

During this time, the popular shows were all anime, like Dragon Ball Z, Naruto, and Bleach. F had a great idea and did some research on her own at her house and came back to mine the next day and found this anime called KissXsis. The anime was mainly about a brother who had two little step-sisters that were deeply infatuated with him and promised to be his wife/wives in the future. The show was really heavy with sexual vibes from the step-sisters trying to coerce him into their lust. F had found a scene specifically having to do with the two step-sisters and an octopus. Yall probably know where this is going, but for those that don’t know, they get fondled by the tentacles of the octopus sexually in front of their step-brother. This scene in particular had me and F thunderstruck. We would watch the scene over and over until we were satisfied, and then we continued on with our day. 

Eventually, we both found out how to search for porn separately, but we kept it to ourselves for some reason. One day, F came over and we decided to build our huge fort in the living room, and we set up multiple rooms to mimic a house. We had agreed to pretend to be husband and wife and have a teddy bear as our son. When it was dark, we had set up the teddy bear in its own room, and we retreated to ours. We had the pillows set up and the blankets all ready to sleep, but that was when F pulled out my tablet from thin air and started searching for porn on it. I was baffled, but didn’t say a word and just watched as she picked a video and turned the volume down. I couldn’t help but notice that she was actually slowly rubbing herself on the video. I decided to slowly jack off as well, but I didn’t want her to notice, so I did it one stroke at a time. A few minutes passed and I believe she came and instantly went to sleep, so I decided to do the same. Seeing it now, it was painful to think that I had the opportunity to become so much closer to her if only I wasn’t so shy.

A few days passed by and she had already left by then, and I was all alone again, masturbating almost every day because my libido would simply not go down. Fast forward a year or two: sometime between 2009 and 2011, F narrowly escaped with her three sisters from an ongoing shooting started by her father and which eventually killed her only two brothers and mother.She was heartbroken and I was worried for her. It would be 3 weeks until we met again. 

Before meeting her, my innocent self thought that this new cool toy, Kinetic Sand, would be something that could cheer her up, so I decided to bring it and show her. When I arrived at her sister’s house, I immediately asked her sister where F was, and she pointed to a room and said, “She’s in there.” I ran up to the room and found her sitting on her bunk bed, slowly picking at her feet. I came up to her and said, “Hey F, guess what I got?” and took out the kinetic sand and showed her. I pressed it in my hands to show that it could hold its shape but inevitably crumble back into sand. I looked up at her and noticed that she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge my existence. She started crying, and I didn’t know what to do. I was trying hard to convince her to play with the kinetic sand, but nothing. There was no motivation, no drive, no F. The F I knew would happily pick up the sand and start playing with it, molding it into different shapes and what not. This wasn’t the F that I knew; it felt like a total stranger. There was no connection between us. The person that I knew had disappeared, and something else had taken its place, a former shell of itself. It was until I tried to put my hand on her shoulder that she threw a burst of outrage towards me, telling me to “GET AWAY FROM ME, LEAVE ME ALONE.” I felt conflicted. All I had wanted to do was help, and I couldn’t even do that right. Maybe she’s right, it’d be best if I left, I had thought. I looked one last time behind me as I was leaving, and I saw her crying. I had a jolt of shame that I couldn’t help her heal, and that jolt elongated throughout my life, even til today.

A few years had passed again, and I was now entering my first day of middle school. I felt terrible wearing these stupid baggy khakis and striped t-shirt, but the silver lining of the day was finding an old friend that I had back in elementary. We chatted a bit and let each other go to find our other classes. It was when I was walking past the blacktop area that I found F again in my life. I was ecstatic to see her again. She didn’t look any different from the day I last saw her a few years ago. I instantly recognized her and decided to reach out and try to get her attention. I stepped towards her, “Hey F, remember me?” “It’s me OP! (original poster)” She looked my way and tilted her head, “Who are you?” …………………….. My heart sank. I didn’t want to believe it. It wasn’t happening. I still looked the same from the past years. How is there even a chance that you couldn’t recognize me? I didn’t understand, I couldn’t process it. My body couldn’t process it either, and it involuntarily walked away to avoid any awkwardness. I had to spend the rest of the day and the rest of my school years avoiding her at all costs in order to limit the amount of awkwardness between us.

We eventually went to the same high school as well. This time we had a few classes together but still never interacted with each other. Even worse, we had one project together, but there were two other people involved and we still never interacted. The only thing holding my brain together was the time I made a mistake in class, saying California was a “Continent” and the whole class laughed, and I saw her laugh with a smile on her face, and that was enough to close the deal. I always wanted to rekindle our relationship but I couldn’t. I thought she had become a whole new person and I didn’t want to get in the way, so I decided not to get involved. I think her laugh alone was enough reassurance for me that I had gotten my share and to leave it there. 

I’m sorry to include this as a little extra backstory, but it might help with understanding some of my choices or feelings about what will be happening in the rest of the story.

My parents weren’t very strict, but they had a very rough relationship. My mother had no choice but to marry my father because he threatened to kill my half sister and her. They had to endure each other for 30–40+ years while raising 6 children. My father had supposedly molested one of my older sisters as a kid. My eldest sister moved out and married a terrible man who she has legal trouble with. My eldest brother had depression in high school and couldn’t finish. Both my parents have health issues. They both had strokes and heart attacks and are now disabled.

My older sister who raised me was the shining knight in armor in my family. She had studied hard and took care of my parents as a kid with legal stuff like housing, food, and care in general. She was my role model, and my second role model would be my other brother, the middle brother, who had taken all the physical responsibilities like cleaning, lifting, gardening, and cooking. These two were my pseudo-parents, and they mean a lot to me. And because they meant a lot to me, I would always try to spend time with them. My sister had eventually gone to a highly ranked college, which meant she had to leave me with my two brothers and parents. My oldest brother would always bully me, telling me to do his work, mainly cleaning and teaching me bad habits that I still can’t get rid of. This meant my role model brother was the only one I could admire, and my dependence on him skyrocketed.

My sister would come back home every month or so to check up and help my parents out, and I would be delighted to see her every time, trying to spend all my time with her before she had to go back. This would happen for the rest of my life. The bond between my brother and I was extremely strong. That was until he had to go to college as well.

There was this back and forth of visiting happening every month where they would come home together or separately. This led to a fleeting sense of bonding, which I would determine to be a small case of an abandonment issue.

At this point, it was only my oldest brother, me, and my parents in the house. My oldest brother had basically become my parents’ caretaker but did not have a good relationship with my parents. Eventually, I had to become the caretaker of my parents as my brother found a job that required him to not stay home. I was only a freshman in high school until I was almost completely taking care of my parents. This was only until my brother came back from college to take care of my parents, and he once again was in my life.

But just like always, he left and was replaced by my sister, and then she left and I was all alone again. I was basically independent in taking care of my parents for the majority of my high school life.

Alright, enough of that backstory. I’m sorry if it’s a bit long, but I do hope you guys enjoy my life story. Let’s finally get into my unhealthy addiction to my niece. I’ll call her CC.

CC was conceived just about 9 months after I was born, making her younger than me just barely. The first time I met her was when I was really young, between the ages of 4 and 6, when my eldest sister came to visit my parents. For all I could remember, we just played in a pool outside. Nothing really happened between us.

It was mainly when I was starting to hit puberty that I started to take an interest in basically everything that was a woman. My teachers, my classmates, etc… I was the first in my friend group to basically introduce them to the bad stuff. I always felt like the big brother of my friend group because of the knowledge I held about sex and what not.

It was about the 2nd time that I had visited my sister in the north, where I stayed for a week for Christmas, that I realized that my niece was just an innocent little girl and that I had a weird urge to corrupt this innocent-minded girl. I tried my hardest to get her to learn stuff from me, mainly vocabulary, sex, pussy, cum, penis, cock, you know the usual. During the night, she would insist on sleeping with me because we hadn’t seen each other very much at all. This was my chance to make her notice my hard-on in the middle of the night right next to her and get her to just graze my cock.It was too dark, apparently, and she had fallen asleep too fast, so I decided to try again another time. When we woke up, I tried my best to pretend wrestle and get any form of touching or rubbing on her to stimulate her to see if she felt any different. While it made me horny, it just felt like normal wrestling to her. I didn’t have much time left to visit, so I tried one last thing, and it was to hug her while we fell asleep, and hopefully she would feel me in some sort of way. Sadly, nothing happened, but I was loving the attention that she was giving me. I had to leave that week empty-handed, but I knew that I would come back a year or two later and try again.

There was a dry patch of years between us because my parents didn’t feel like visiting my sister. It had been so long that I eventually forgot about her and was living normally and jacking off just about every day. It wasn’t until my mom told me about the Christmas trip up to the North again to visit my sister that I remembered about CC. My heart would get hard at the thought of seeing her again, and I would imagine all the things we did the last Christmas we spent with each other and keep getting off on it. I really couldn’t wait to see her again and corrupt her even more.

It was finally Christmas week and we headed up by plane. At this time, I was 16 and she was 15. I was ecstatic to finally see her again, but when I got to my sister’s house, she wasn’t there because she was out with her friends at the time. I patiently waited until she came back and I was about to greet her, but she looked like she needed to go to the bathroom, so I didn’t say anything. I waited till she came out, and I greeted her with a “Yo” and she said “Yo” and I gave her a fist bump. It seemed like she wasn’t very interested in me at all. I was a little disappointed, but I didn’t give up. 

Later that day, I tried relating to her by showing her some funny things on my phone, and she laughed, and that was my ticket to closing the gap between us. I took the initiative and sat closer, showing her more funny things, and eventually we got close enough to where our thighs were touching. Oh man, her thighs felt so nice, firm but pillowy. She was part of her volleyball team, and it showed really well with how toned her thighs and legs were. I tried my best to get as much contact as possible without trying to make it look or feel awkward. She would then eventually put her legs on mine as if I were some sort of stool and I would play with her legs with almost no emotion to show that it was just something to do. At the time, CC’s grandmother was there and she looked over the couch and saw CC’s legs on top of me and looked a bit baffled, but she didn’t say anything and looked away. At that moment, I knew that what I was doing looked a little weird, but it felt so right.

Night time approached, and I was downstairs in the basement with her playing Minecraft under some blankets on a couch. She was cold and I was always warm, so in theory, I would be the one to circulate my heat to her through the blanket of skin-on-skin contact. I held her as I watched her play. My arms were around her stomach and she would sit right around my crotch area. Her father came down as we were playing the game, and we sat a bit apart to show that there wasn’t anything strange happening. The father was a bit skeptical, but CC seemed not to mind anything, and we continued to stay in the blankets while the father told her to go to sleep upstairs soon. CC looked at her father and said, “I wanna sleep down here tonight.” The father was trying his hardest to have some weird speculation that I would do something with his daughter, my own niece. He eventually gave in and told CC not to stay up too late. CC said, “Yeah sure,” and the father left. After he left, we got back into our original position and snuggled close to each other for warmth. 

It was finally time to go to sleep, and we just set up a little blanket on the floor with some pillows as a make-shift bed to sleep on. We had our pillows close to each other and shared one blanket. We got up close to each other to snuggle, and she fell asleep way before I could talk to her while snuggling. I took this chance to make a move and grope her slowly on her developing tits. They were about a B-cup at the time, and they felt like the perfect size to hold on to. I tried my best not to wake her up and kept groping her slowly and feeling the shape of her breast envelope in my hand while my other hand was slowly stroking my cock. I didn’t want to cough while snuggling, so I stopped short and just kept massaging her breasts till I fell asleep.

The morning of, I woke up first and poked her nipples, and eventually she woke up. I tried to play it off, but she said, “Did you just poke my nipple?” I said, “Yeah, look.” and I poked her nipple again and we laughed. I decided to hold her in my arms and pretend to wrestle again, hoping that I could find any opening for anything to touch. I made a bold move and just scraped her pussy through her pajama shorts. She didn’t notice the first time, but I could just make out a slit.

I tried again and this time she noticed and said, “You uh, touched me there.” looking really shyly at me. I told her that I was sorry and tried wrestling again, but her father was coming in and we stopped abruptly. The father asked what we were doing, and we told him we were talking, and he asked CC to help him vacuum the house. So she left and I was there stuck with a hard-on that I eventually got rid of in the bathroom.

Nothing much happened that day or the following days except that she started to lean into me while she was sitting on the couch and I felt her presence meant everything to me. The last night I stayed there had some progression. This time, she told her father that she wanted to sleep down here again, but her father insisted that she sleep upstairs. Keep in mind that I am actually faking sleeping on the ground while she is on the couch next to me. She was arguing with her father, and CC asked her why she couldn’t just sleep with him, and the father briefly said something about me, and he left. I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but I knew that he was on to me. As soon as he left, she rolled straight down from the couch into my arms on the ground, and I felt so happy. We snuggled and she fell asleep on my arm, and I took the opportunity to grope her ass and her thighs. It felt so soft that I could bury my hands in there and they would get lost. I then eventually fell asleep because I felt really tired for some reason. I had to leave, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her on the entire plane ride home and in the following months. 

It was summer break and I was finally able to relax, but with the scorching sun, it wasn’t very easy. Since it was so hot, I couldn’t really go outside and hang out with friends, so I mainly played games with them online. I was just minding my own business when I heard the doorbell ring. I went to answer it and all I saw was a bunch of luggage and bags on my doorstep. I was wondering who it was until my sister popped up from the side of the door and surprised me. She was so happy to see me and I had only one thing on my mind: where’s CC? CC appeared not long after my sister was carrying her bag and was sweating in the 100 degree weather. She looked even more toned, and her thighs still looked heavenly. I invited them in, gave them some water, and we talked a bit until my parents came out and started talking to my sister, and that gave me and CC the chance to go to my room to hang out. She asked if she could take a shower. I told her “Go right ahead.” and she took some clothes out of her bag and some shampoo and soap and went to the bathroom. 

I went back to gaming with my friends, trying to wait for her to finish showering, but I noticed something. I was in a room with her clothes. I instantly took her panties and sniffed them like there was no tomorrow. It was a clean pair, but her scent was still on it, and I was having a field day.I partially jacked off with it and realized I didn’t have enough time to cum, so I put it back and CC came out of the shower. She put her used panties in her other bag and I was looking forward to sniffing those when I was alone or when she was asleep. 

Night time was closing in and I asked her where she was going to sleep. She said she was going to sleep with her mother and I was disappointed until she left, and that was when I realized. She left her bags here and it was go time. I took my sweet time sniffing the used pair, and it felt so excruciatingly good to sniff their scent. I knew she wasn’t going to wear them anytime soon, so I jerked off with them and came in them 3 times before spreading out the cum in the panties so it wasn’t a huge glob in the middle and putting it back in her bag. It was safe to say that I went to bed soundly that night.

The next day, I introduced her to some of my new games, and she was having fun on my computer. What she didn’t know was I was taking that time to take pictures of her from a distance and from different angles, pretending I was looking for something in my closet. It didn’t matter what kind of picture or what angle, as long as it was some form of her, I would take it. At night, I would scroll through those pictures and cum in those same pants that she took off the first day and make them full of my cum. I wanted my cum to soak in her pants to the point where it would stain her from the outside. Even if she washed them, they would still be stained with my scent. I had to lightly clean them because I had put too much in them and they were starting to turn crusty, so I didn’t want her to know.

During the day, when she would leave with her mother to go visit relatives, I would go through her clean bag and find a clean pair of white pants that were thick enough to not be stained and cumbed inside, hoping she would wear them this day. I came in 2 of them to make sure there was a higher chance she would wear one of them. I spread my cum all around the area where her pussy met the panties in 2 layers and made them look dry enough to pass. 

I bought a VR not too long ago and it gave me a brilliant idea. I would have her play a game while she wore the headset so she couldn’t see her surroundings and I would masturbate right in front of her. I took a bunch of pictures while she was wearing the headset; there were so many angles of her. I took a total of 58 pictures and 3 videos of her whole body. I got so many panty shots, thigh pics, even some of her sticking her tongue out. This would fuel my collection for many months to come. I felt so happy that day that I jacked off six times in her other used panties.

There were only a few days where she spent the night with me. The first night we cuddled, she fell asleep on my arm, so I took advantage and groped her ass and slowly caressed the outline of her pussy, trying so hard to not wake her up. I know she’s a light sleeper, so I tried my best to not put much force into groping or rubbing. Additionally, I took pictures and videos of me molesting her in her sleep. I took the time to slowly move my arm out from under her so I could smell her pussy through her shorts and it got me so hard that I jacked off and came on her shorts. Since they were black, I could rub the cum into them and it would basically fade away. I took some of my cum and rubbed it into where her pussy was and was hoping for her to feel it in her sleep.

In the morning after that first night, I woke up first and took advantage of it and jerked off and came on her mouth. It was a very bold move from me, but some of my cum had turned watery and slipped straight into her mouth and the rest I wiped up before she could wake up. She didn’t notice any weird taste in her mouth, so I concluded that I could put it in her mouth again if I wanted. 

The second night she spent with me, I picked her up and laid her back on my stomach and she fell asleep like that. In this position, I had all the power. I could grip her breasts with both my hands and have my cock in between her thighs and ass cheeks. I never took my cock out of my pants, but I did cum inside them because I was rubbing my cock on her thighs. I made a bolder move of groping her from under her clothes and her nipple was just begging to be teased, so I pinched it and twisted it a little and she almost woke up, but it only got me hornier. As I did the last morning, I went inside her mouth a little and wiped the rest away before she woke up.

The last night she stayed was a little disappointing. She had fallen asleep under a separate blanket and I couldn’t get under it without waking up, but I could still grip her ass a bit, and in the morning I came inside her mouth once again and for the final time. However, in the morning, the blankets came off her a bit and I was able to grope her breasts once again.

Her second to last day at my house started in the morning when I had to wake up to go to an early doctor’s appointment and I decided to play with her a bit before I left, so we wrestled around. I tried to rub her pussy while wrestling, and I asked her if she had ever masturbated before, and she said no. I said, “What, you’re lying.” “Everyone masturbates at least once in their life.” She told me firmly, “No.” I knew she was lying, so I tried rubbing her pussy directly and she fought back and was laughing while telling me no the whole time. I put her in a choke hold and she kept struggling and I finally rubbed her pussy with her watch. It quickly ended as I got tired of holding her. I left the bed and went to my doctor’s appointment without saying a word to her. When I got back, I acted as if nothing happened between us, and basically it went back to normal. We were still getting close to each other, and I would warm her up with my hands. 

The last day was like any other day, but she didn’t sleep with me that night. I guess I went a little too far last time and it scared her off. It seemed like she wanted to ignore me, but we still ended up staying in close contact. I just felt really horny being around her all day, so I grabbed her pants and bra and came in both of them. I wanted my scent to violate her sweet spots without her knowing. The feeling of making her dirty with my cum just gets me going. I put her bra and pants back on and I decided, why not? I took my sister’s pants and came inside them as well. It didn’t give me the same euphoric effect, but it still sent me over the edge knowing that my sister might wear them.

She had finally left, and I felt lonely, just like how my siblings had left me throughout my life. It was just a spark of adrenaline, that little bit of ecstasy, when I would be with her. It might seem like the stereotypical creepy uncle thing, but I’m only a year older, but I really want her. The things that I want to do to her are unimaginable. Sometimes it gets so bad that I just want to drug her and fuck her all night. I want to set up cameras in private so I can see her anywhere anytime. I want to see her rubbing her pussy while she lies to me about not masturbating. I just want her so fucking badly. I have a pair of her pants right now and I walked in them twice today. 

Please stay tuned. I’ve got an update coming up pretty soon. Thanks for reading.

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