Honeymoon With My Niece
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 2: Our Wedding Night
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Our Wedding Night - 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
Friday, I showed up at a quarter till four, a little early, but I was looking forward to the weekend as much as my niece was. When I rang the bell, Molly answered right away and said, “Almost ready. Be right there.” She came out a few minutes later carrying a small suitcase and a backpack. When she saw the sports car in the driveway, she stopped and said, “Really? When did you get that?”
“I borrowed it. I thought it might be fun, cruising down the beach, letting all the peons wish they were us.”
“So, we’re not spending the whole weekend in bed?” she asked, with a devilish grin.
“I’m not a kid, Molly. I have to preserve my energy.”
I threw her bags in the car, and we headed out. The trip to the condo was only an hour and a half, mostly on an interstate highway. I put the top down on the beautiful car and tried not to speed, but it was hard to keep that beast in check. By the time we got to Daytona, our hair was all messed up. Molly’s windblown locks looked good on her, but mine just made me look like a middle-aged guy driving a car he didn’t own with a girl much too young with him. I didn’t give a crap; the weekend promised to be epic.
After we got to the condo, Molly started checking it out, bouncing around like a kid. She may have been a teen, but sometimes she acted like a six-year-old. When we got to the bedroom, she jumped on the large bed and started rolling around. I opened the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door, which gave us a great view of the beach and ocean. “Look,” she said, “we can lie here and watch the waves. And this bed is big enough for three people. Damn, I want to marry somebody who can afford a place like this,” she proclaimed after our quick tour.
“Get serious about your studies, and you might be able to afford one on your own, and not have to depend on some guy.”
“Oh geez,” she moaned, “are you gonna be lecturing me all weekend? You know I’m not smart enough to get a great job. If I even get into college, I’ll be going for a Mrs. degree.”
I set my nagging uncle’s voice aside and decided just to enjoy the weekend. “We’ve got a couple of hours before dark. Want to take a walk on the beach?”
“Sure,” Molly said as she ran to get her suitcase. She changed into shorts and a halter top and put her medium-length, light brown hair in a ponytail. She dug out a pair of flip-flops and said she was ready.
It was a great time for a walk on the beach. The ocean was calm, the tide was going out, and the temperature was beginning to drop. I spent a lot of time in Daytona while I was growing up, but I’d never seen the seas so calm and restful, or maybe that was just me growing older. The only thing that made it a bit uncomfortable was when Molly insisted on holding my hand and putting her arm around my waist. I felt a little conspicuous being held so intimately by a girl her age, but after a few minutes, I realized no one was paying us any attention.
After we got back to the condo, we were both hungry, so we walked down the street to a seafood restaurant I had visited before. It wasn’t very busy, so we got a table quickly. Our waitress, a bubbly girl who was probably about Molly’s age, was taking good care of us. Things were going great, then she asked me a very innocent question, one that I was sure she asked couples like us all the time. “Are you and your daughter enjoying your vacation?”
Before I could answer, Molly jumped in and told the waitress, “Oh, he’s not my dad,” she said, giving the waitress her best teen-girl smile, “he’s my husband. We’re on our honeymoon.”
The waitress recoiled a little, so I tried to make things right. “She’s just kidding. I’m her uncle, and she likes to say shocking things just to get a reaction.”
The waitress got back to business and took our orders. As soon as she left, I leaned forward and hissed, “Why did you say that?”
“Just foolin’ around. She knows I wasn’t serious.”
“I’m not so sure. Look over there, she’s talking to some of the other employees, and they’re staring at us.”
“Well, it wasn’t a total lie, was it? We are kinda on a honeymoon, and by the way, this is our wedding night. I can’t wait for you to make me a woman.”
“Oh geez, Molly, try to be cool, okay?”
After dinner, we walked back to the condo. We both needed a shower, and my ‘bride’ told me to go first, because “it might take me a while to get ready,” whatever that meant.
I had been unsure of what to wear on our ‘wedding night’ and had decided on some silky, brightly decorated pajamas I had bought on a business trip to Asia a few years earlier. I’d only worn it a couple of times, just enough to know not to wear underwear with it, because the smooth, soft material felt wonderful on my private parts. When Molly saw what I was wearing, it seemed like she wanted to say something snarky. It took her a moment, then she said, “You look like a warlord or something. Where did you get that outfit?”
“Remember when I went to Hong Kong? Got it there. Do you like it?”
“Oh yeah, it’s ... impressive.”
“You were gonna say cute, weren’t you?” I asked.
“Maybe,” Molly said, with a grin that confirmed that I was right. She headed for the bathroom, still smiling.
While she was gone, I changed the sheets on Richard’s bed, replacing his expensive-looking ones with a set I had brought, just to be careful.
Richard had been kind enough to give me full access to his wine collection, which included a few bottles of his favorite Moet & Chandon champagne. I had put one in the refrigerator before we went for our walk, so it was ready to be opened. I waited until I thought Molly was about done, then popped the cork and filled two flutes with the bubbly stuff.
When Molly came out of the bathroom, she was wearing an almost transparent white nightgown, low cut and short enough to show most of her legs, which she knew I liked. There was something else different about her, and it took me a few seconds to figure it out.
She was wearing makeup, something she hardly ever did. She had done a nice job, not too much, which a girl her age might have been prone to do. Her cheeks were slightly pink, as if she were embarrassed, or maybe that was from makeup. She had applied just enough lipstick to make her lips look very kissable. I stood, picked up the champagne-filled glasses, and walked toward her. “You look magnificent,” I said, as I handed her one of the flutes.
“You’re gonna let me drink?” she laughed.
I smiled. “Enjoy, it’ll help you relax too.”
“Do I look nervous?” she asked.
“Well, I am,” I admitted. “Come on.”
I led her back to the sofa, and we sat next to each other. In an attempt to add some ambiance to the room, I had a soft-core porn movie playing on the big screen TV, with the sound muted. Okay, Romeo I’m not. We sat there quietly, sipping the champagne and watching the movie for a few moments. I had my arm around Molly’s shoulders, making it feel sort of like we were on a date. Molly’s hand moved over my lap, then settled over my quickly expanding dick.
I turned the movie off, leaned over, and kissed Molly’s enticing lips. We had kissed a lot as she was growing up, but always like a proper uncle and niece should, a quick peck on the cheek or forehead. This time, it was real, and it wasn’t quick. It lasted several seconds, giving me time to explore her mouth with my tongue, sparking an idea for something to try later.
I slid one hand down inside her nightgown and let my fingers roam gently over her apple-sized breast. It felt even better than I had imagined in my naughty erotic dreams. Her surprisingly large nipple was already poking against my palm as I gently massaged her soft mound.
While I was doing that, Molly’s hand was busy burrowing into my silken pajamas and playing with my cock, like a blind man examining a found object. When we came up from that first kiss, Molly asked, “Can I see it?”
She didn’t wait for me to give her permission before wrapping her hand around my shaft and pulling it out. Molly wasn’t kidding about wanting to see it. She stared at my erection for a few seconds, then started poking, prodding, and rubbing it like a kitten with a ball of yarn. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just exploring,” she replied, “I’ve never touched one before.”
While Molly was busy learning about male genitalia, my free hand moved from her breast to the soft, smooth skin of her legs. I started rubbing the surface of her thighs, still warm from her shower. That’s something I had dreamt about doing for years. We went back to kissing while our hands were busy. I would have been happy to keep that up for a long time, but Molly had more exploring to do. She suddenly bent over my lap and wrapped her lips around the top of my crown. As she started moving her mouth further down my shaft, I put my hand on her head and tried to stop her. “You don’t have to do that,” I told her.
She looked up at me and said, “I thought guys like it.”
“At the right time, and in the right place, sure, but tonight is all about you. Now, let’s go to bed.”
I didn’t have to tell her twice; she was on her feet and headed toward the bedroom while I was still putting my dick back in my pajamas. I put the champagne back in the fridge for future use, then followed her down the hall. When we got there, I noticed the curtains over the large door to the balcony were still open. I didn’t think anyone could see in, especially in the semi-darkness of the one small lamp in the room, but I decided to close it anyway.
Molly sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at me like a scared child, which in a way, she was. I knew it wouldn’t do any good for me to ask her again if she was sure - she was way too stubborn to admit that she might have made a bad decision.