Loving My Niece
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My sister got pregnant at sixteen and the father disappeared. Our parents weren't all that helpful. So, when I went to college I offered to let her and my niece live with me. She was appreciative. She was so appreciative that she decided I was the only man who had truly loved her. So, one night, she came to my room, took off her nightgown and … I guess you'll have to read the story to find out what happened then.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fiction Incest Brother Sister Uncle Niece First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
I came home from an assignment early one day and found Lori, my fifteen year old niece, sunbathing topless by my pool. This was not really unusual, but today she had on a thong and her heart-shaped butt said hello to my cock.
This was a problem, because her mother had told me Lori was still a virgin and planned to stay that way until she got out of college. Her mother, Megan, was my sister and our sibling relationship was something nobody would approve of.
I should back up and give you some information. That will make things a little clearer.
Megan is a year older than me and when she was seventeen she got in trouble with her boyfriend, who happily impregnated her and then moved away. He moved away because his parents were probably afraid that our parents would make life very difficult for them. My dad owned the mine where almost the whole town worked and we were, admittedly, filthy rich, which I guess made people think my dad would throw money at any problem, whether it hurt someone or not.
They didn’t know our mother was even more conservative than her husband. Mom simply said, “There will be no abortion. You got yourself into this and you’ll have that baby and raise it properly.”
So that was that, and Megan delivered an adorable baby girl she named Lori.
Mom said she’d love her granddaughter but didn’t intend for a baby to disrupt her schedule so they found a little one-bedroom house and paid Megan’s rent. She went to work but her salary barely covered their essentials. I saw all of this, of course, and I felt bad for her situation. So, when I graduated high school and went to college, I asked Megan if she and Lori would come live with me. Dad gave me a chunk of money, which he called part of my inheritance, and said my job was to do well in college without having to work. I used that chunk of money to rent a nice two-bedroom house not far from campus.
Megan jumped at the chance to just be a stay-at-home mom with me supporting her. Her previous job had paid for food and childcare while she was working, but that was it. She was basically broke and even a small emergency would have messed things up. I’m pretty sure our parents would have helped her in a situation like that, but it was pretty clear Mom was punishing Megan for having caused gossip by having a baby out of wedlock. I’d like to think that Mom would have eventually relented and let Megan go to college, too, but just not until she’d “learned her lesson.”
So there we were, living together with a one-year-old little girl who was cute as a button. Megan investigated things and found out that if she was a university employee, she could use the campus childcare center at a significantly reduced price. She wanted to save some money because she didn’t believe our parents would ever give her the part of the inheritance she should have gotten. Well, maybe when our parents died the will might give it to her, but both of our parents were hale and healthy and I figured they’d live another twenty years or so. I deidn’t remiond her that she had hugged me and cried and said, “Now I can stay home with her like I want to.”
She got a job at the campus library. It was only part time, at first, with the provision that she would get more hours if she was deemed a good/hard-worker.
Now, you have to understand that the only reason I supported Megan and Lori was because she was my sister and I loved her and I hated that she had it so rough. I only invited her to live with me out of sibling loyalty.
We had always been very close, though. When your parents own the town, you don’t have a lot of friends at school. The only reason that guy went out with my sister was to get in her panties, not because he wanted to forge a real relationship. All he really wanted was to be able to brag that he’d fucked the mining baron’s daughter. So the only “real relationship” she had was with me.
It was a complete surprise to me, therefore, when four months after we were at the college, she came into my room one night and took off her nightgown. She stood there, naked, just staring at me.
“I’m tired of sleeping alone,” she said. “Can I sleep with you?”
I gulped. I had been reading and was only covered by a sheet. There was suddenly a tent in the sheet and we both looked at it.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped.
“Why? I know you love me,” she said.
“Yes, but I’m not supposed to love you like that,” I stuttered.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said. “So can I sleep with you or not?”’
My brain finally settled down.
“If you do, inappropriate things may occur and I don’t think I could control them.”
“Why do you think I’m standing here naked in front of you? I want to sleep with you,” she said.
That was the night that Megan and I forged an even closer relationship. It was so beautiful that it was impossible to think of it as being wrong. She had to teach me things, because she was the only one of us who had any experience at making love. I was an avid student.
We’ve been lovers ever since. It’s almost like we’re married, except she’s still my sister and I’m still her brother. Everybody who knows us think we’re just like any other brother and sister.
Years passed and I got my degree when Lori was six. My engineering education took five years. I had a job offer before I even graduated and on my graduation day Dad gave me a big chunk of money. I was able to lease a nice ranch house just outside Salina, Kansas, where my new job was. I got a joining bonus and we were no longer worried about money.
Megan and I continued to sleep together, of course. Megan said that, some day, we’d have to explain to Lori about our relationship, but she kept putting it off.
Okay, so fast forward to the time when Megan was under me, legs spread wide, and I was pounding her like she loves to be pounded. She had just cum and I was close when the door suddenly opened. Thirteen-year-old Lori stood there, her eyes wide.
“You guys are having sex!” she gasped. I was actually amazed it had taken her this long to figure that out.
Megan pulled me down and rolled us so she could sit on me, impaled. The day had arrived, whether we were ready for it or not.
“Come in, Sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll try to explain it to you.”
Megan stayed where she was and I wilted inside her as she and her daughter had an hour-long conversation about love and happiness and loyalty and why it was okay, in our family, for Megan and me to sleep together.
There were more conversations, one of which involved Lori asking her mother, “What does it feel like?”
Megan said, “We can talk about that when you’re sixteen or seventeen,” she said. “Until then you don’t need to think about that kind of thing.”
“You mean wait like you did,” said Lori. She knew the circumstances of her own birth. She’d learned that when she asked who her father was and why he didn’t live with us.
“I made a mistake,” said Megan. “I let things get out of control. Normally, that means bad things happened and my life was very hard because you were in my tummy. Life was very hard for both of us until your uncle let us live with him. What got me through all that was the result of losing control. I had you, and loving you let me endure everything that happened to me. I’m not sorry I had you, but I don’t want your life to ever be as hard as mine was.”
So the routine in our house now included Lori eventually deciding that what her mother and uncle did was normal; at least normal in our family.
Now we can go back to the day I finished a job my boss had sent me out on and realized that my niece was growing into a beautiful, desirable young woman. I don’t know whether it was my incestuous relationship with Megan or some other drive, but for some reason I decided to see what I could get away with. That sounds predatory, but that wasn’t my mindset. It was more like I was going to spin a tale I told her was true and see how far I could get before she challenged me and called me a liar. It was all in fun. I know that doesn’t make sense, either, so I’ll just say this. She made me horny and I wanted to tease her for it. It was the teasing that I wanted to see how far would go.
I went in the house and got my swim suit on. After a quick dip in the pool I got out and walked over to the big towel Lori was lying on. She was still on her front.
“You need some tanning oil onto your back. You’re turning kinda pink and I wouldn’t want my favorite niece to get cooked.” I said, smiling. “Want me to put some on you?”
“Sure, even though I’m your only niece,” she replied. “Thank you,” she added.
I picked up the tanning oil, pouring some of it onto her back and rubbing it into her skin. I covered everything and then moved my hands to her butt. I began rubbing the oil onto her ass. I took longer strokes over her exposed backside. Her breath began to quicken. As I rubbed her I started to wonder what it would feel like to spank her lovely ass again. The last time I had done that she had been 13, and that was as a punishment for lying to her mother about something important. There was nothing erotic about it back then, but her mother likes to be spanked and I love to first spank a (willing) woman’s ass, and then kiss it to make it better.
Now I slipped my fingers under her thong.
“What are you doing to me, Uncle Bob?” she asked me, with some alarm.
“I’m tryin’ to make you feel good, Honey.”
“I don’t think that this is such a great idea. Mom probably won’t be too happy with us if we did it.”
“I didn’t say we were going to ‘do it’,” I said. “I only said I want to make you feel good.”
“No boy has ever touched me like this,” she gasped as my middle finger slid over her rosebud and barely touched her slit.
“I’m not a boy,” I said.
“I’m scared,” she moaned.
“Hey,” I said, pulling my hand out. “Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever done anything to make you think I might hurt you?”
“No,” she said, lifting her upper torso to look at me. “I remember what it looked like when I accidentally saw you and Mom in bed. It looked really violent, Uncle Bob.”
“Did your mother sound unhappy?” I asked.
“No. But she asked you to make a baby in her. I don’t want to have a baby, yet. I’m not old enough and I’m not married.”
“I’m still not talking about making love,” I said, stroking her bare bottom. “Though I will point out that your mother and I aren’t married.”
“Well, duh. She’s your sister! You guys are too naughty!”
“Does your mother seem unhappy with the way her life is?”
There was a longer pause.
“No. She loves her life and she loves you.”
“So, nobody’s getting hurt, right?”
“No, but I still know that incest is wrong. Everybody says so. I’m used to it with you and Mom, but I know it’s still wrong.”
“Everybody doesn’t live with us,” I said. “I love your mother and I love you. Making love is just an expression of that love.”
“I’m a virgin,” she moaned. “The most I ever let a boy do is touch my booby.”
“Inside or outside your clothes?” I asked.
“Outside. Why? What difference does that make?”
“Were you wearing a bra?”
“Of course I was wearing a bra,” she yipped. “The only place I go braless is here, at home.”
“Will you answer a couple of questions for me?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to be honest when you answer.”
“Okay.”
“When you hug me, you hold onto me for a long time. Why do you do that?”
“Hug you? It feels good. I feel safe. And...”
“And what?” I asked when she didn’t go on.
“You smell good, okay? Are you happy now?”
“Calm down,” I said. “You’re acting like sniffing me is naughty and it isn’t. I smell your hair all the time when we hug and I love the smell of your hair.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Second question. When you hug me, you rub your pussy against my bulge. Why do you do that?”
“Uncle Bob!” she squealed. “I don’t do that!”