Niece Drew Comes to Stay
Copyright© 2026 by Uncle Gary
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Drew, fresh out of high school, moves in with her Uncle Gary for support while starting a new job. Her loser boyfriend Jake spreads rumors about her being "boring" in bed, Drew turns to Uncle Gary for comfort and guidance. Confessing her inexperience and insecurities, she begs him to teach her about pleasure, sparking a taboo affair where he introduces her to intense, confidence-building sex—starting with passionate sessions around the house that awaken her desires
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Uncle Niece MaleDom Light Bond Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex AI Generated
The next morning I woke to soft sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains, the house still quiet except for the faint sound of birds outside. My body felt heavy with sleep, but something warmer, wetter, was already stirring me awake.
I opened my eyes slowly. Drew was there, between my legs, the sheets pushed down to my thighs. She was naked, her long dark hair spilling over my hips like silk, her small breasts brushing my skin every time she shifted. She hadn’t asked permission this time—just slipped in quietly while I was still half-dreaming, her green eyes flicking up to meet mine the moment she realized I was awake.
“Morning, Uncle Gary,” she whispered, voice soft and a little shy, like she was testing how far she could go. Her cheeks were already flushed, lips parted, glistening slightly from where she’d been licking me.
I groaned low in my throat, one hand instinctively reaching down to stroke her hair. “Drew ... sweetheart...”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead she lowered her head again, tongue flat and slow along the underside of my cock, tracing every vein from base to tip like she was memorizing it. I was already hard—morning wood made thicker by the memory of last night—and she took her time, swirling around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. Her lips closed softly over the crown, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing just enough to create warm, wet suction without rushing.
She was hesitant at first, still learning, still unsure of exactly how much pressure or depth I liked. But she watched my face the whole time—eyes wide and attentive, searching for every twitch of my jaw, every sharp inhale. When I groaned again and my fingers tightened in her hair, she took it as encouragement. She sank lower, lips stretching around my girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as she slid down inch by inch until the head nudged the back of her throat.
She gagged softly—tiny, muffled sound—but didn’t pull off. Instead she breathed through her nose, held there a moment, then eased back up, saliva coating my shaft in a shiny sheen. She repeated the motion, slower this time, letting more spit drip down to my balls, her small hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach yet.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I rasped, hips lifting slightly off the mattress. “Just like that.”