Honeymoon With My Niece
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 1: Molly Has a Strange Request
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Molly Has a Strange Request - Molly is my only niece, and since my marriage ended before I could have any kids of my own, I’ve turned all my unused parental instincts toward her. When my sister Janice and her husband Gregg got divorced, I became kind of a surrogate dad to Molly. I was fine with that, even though I knew my feelings for her were gradually taking a dark turn. Then, one night shortly after her sixteenth birthday, she called and said she wanted to talk. I didn’t realize how much my life was about to change.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Uncle Niece First Petting
Molly is my only niece or nephew, and since my marriage ended before I could have any kids of my own, I’ve turned all my unused parental instincts toward her. When my sister Janice and her husband Gregg got divorced (and it was a nasty one), I stepped up and, without even realizing it, became kind of a surrogate dad to Molly. I never forgot her birthday, was always invited to spend holidays with her and her mom, and took her to Disney and Universal a few times. I even volunteered for the daunting task of teaching her to drive.
I also tried to help her with her studies, sometimes face-to-face over my kitchen table, and other times over the phone. I soon discovered, maybe when she was in the fifth or sixth grade, that she wasn’t the sharpest knife in the chef’s kitchen. She wasn’t stupid, just more like an average student who tried hard. I spent a lot of time just trying to raise a few ‘C’s to ‘B’s, and even saved her from flunking a couple of math courses.
Somewhere along the line, maybe when she was twelve or thirteen, my interest in her took a darker turn, and I found myself wanting to be around her too much. She has one of those faces that might not make guys take a second look, but as I’ve watched her grow up, I have come to realize she’s really developing into an attractive young woman. Not to get too technical, but she has an oval face, with a cute, upturned nose and large forehead, which she was trying to hide under bangs. She avoided most of the teenage curse of acne, which left her with a smooth complexion.
As she went through her adolescence, she sometimes expressed disappointment at the size of her breasts. The fact that she talked to me about that indicates that we might not have had a typical uncle-niece relationship. I pointed out that her mother isn’t well-endowed, so it’s probably just in her genes. I didn’t bother to add the other thought that some men, like myself, prefer smaller breasts.
Her legs are her best feature. I remember one evening when she and Janice were having dinner at my house. Yes, I am one of those single men who have a modicum of cooking skills. Molly wasn’t feeling well, so after supper she decided to lie down in my family room while her mother and I enjoyed the wine Janice had brought. A few minutes later, I was on my way to the bathroom when I saw Molly lying on my sofa. I stopped and spent way too much time staring at her legs as she lay there in the new pair of shorts I had given her for her birthday. She must have been thirteen or fourteen, way too young for her well-formed legs to fascinate me, but I couldn’t help myself. I think that might have been the night when my interest in her turned dark, something I successfully kept hidden until one evening shortly after her sixteenth birthday.
Molly called and asked if she could come over. “I have something very important to talk to you about, and I’d rather do it in person,” she told me.
“Sure, come on over,” I said. It had been a while since I had spent much time with her. Now that she was a teenager, she had new friends to hang out with, and I tried to keep my distance. As she had matured, I felt it was time for me to give her space to find her own way in life, but that night, whatever was on her mind seemed really important, so I couldn’t send her away.
When Molly arrived, she was wearing a pair of tight shorts, cut so low in the front that I could see the top of her panties. A shiny red blouse with a neckline low enough to display the cleavage between her small boobs completed the look. It wasn’t the casual attire she usually wore. Normally a shy, quiet young girl who didn’t like to wear revealing clothing, it was obvious that Molly was beginning to come out of the shell she had been curled up in most of her life. Her mother had told me she had a few girlfriends now. What she was wearing that night suggested she might be trying to attract some boys as well.
As I mentioned, my niece has great legs, so the shorts were appropriate - if she had been trying to get the attention of some high school boy. They made me feel uncomfortable, especially when we sat down next to each other on the big sofa in my living room. She sat closer to me than she usually did, facing me, her knees up by her chest. It took all of my self-control not to stare at her tanned thighs and a hint of white panties as she sat there. She had to know what she was doing, and I assumed it had something to do with why she wanted to talk in person. I was right.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Molly smiled and leaned closer, like she was about to tell me a secret. “You know Mom told me now that I’m sixteen, I can start dating.”
“Yeah? Please don’t tell me you want me to give you ‘the talk’. Didn’t I do that when you were like ... thirteen or so?”
“Yes, and I still remember how embarrassing it was for both of us, so, no, that’s not what I want.”
“Well, then, what is it? It must be something important, from the way you’re acting.”
Molly took a deep breath, and I knew she was finally getting to the point of her visit. “Okay, so now that I can date boys, not that any of them are asking yet, I want to have sex, but...”
“Come on, Molly, spit it out.”
She blushed, then finally managed to get it out. “I want you to be my first. Make me a woman, take my virginity, however you want to say it.”
“What! God, no, that’s a terrible idea.” I snapped. I got up and headed for my kitchen, desperate to get away from her for a moment. Maybe I was hoping that if we weren’t so close together, she would forget that crazy idea. It didn’t work. She followed me, and while I was stalling by trying to open a beer, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“I know it’s a strange thing to ask, but let me explain,” she said. “Don’t look at me, just let me talk. I think I won’t be as embarrassed if we aren’t looking at each other.”