Niece Drew Comes to Stay
Copyright© 2026 by Uncle Gary
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 Lesbian BiSexual 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
A couple of weeks after that wild game night with the guys, things had settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal, if normal meant waking up to my niece’s mouth on my cock every morning and ending the day with her bound and begging in my bed, or grinding on your cock. Drew was blooming under my “lessons”, confident, insatiable, always eager for more. But she still had that sweet innocence that made everything hotter.
One evening, she came home from work later than usual, cheeks flushed from what I thought was the cold outside, but turned out to be a few after-work drinks. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch beside me, her work skirt riding up to show the lacy thigh-highs I’d bought her. “Uncle Gary, you won’t believe how amazing my supervisor is. Miss Theresa, she’s this mysterious woman, like, total boss babe. Mid-40s, killer curves, always dressed in these power suits that hug her ass just right. She’s so confident, you know? Handles the whole team like it’s nothing, and today she took us all out to the bar after closing a big project.”
I raised an eyebrow, setting down my book. “Sounds like a good time. You have fun?”
She nodded enthusiastically, tucking her legs under her, the motion flashing her panties, damp, I noticed. “Yeah! Everyone else left early, but Theresa and I stayed talking. We had ... maybe too many margaritas.” She giggled, biting her lip. “I don’t know why, but I opened up to her. Told her about ... us. About how you’ve been teaching me, showing me what real pleasure feels like.” Her voice dropped, eyes flicking to mine with a mix of nerves and excitement. “She didn’t judge. She shared stuff too, said she and her husband used to be swingers, but now their vibe is more ‘hotwife and cuckold.’ I nodded like I knew what that meant, but ... Uncle Gary, what’s that?”
I chuckled, pulling her closer so she straddled my lap, her heat pressing against me through my pants. “Hotwife means the wife gets to fuck other people, usually with her husband’s encouragement or while he watches. Cuckold is the husband side: he gets off on the humiliation of it, knowing she’s getting satisfied by someone else. Often involves him cleaning up after, or just being denied while she plays.”
Drew’s eyes widened, her hips rocking subtly against me. “That’s ... hot. Like, really hot. She said her husband loves watching her with other men, or even women. Makes him crazy hard, but he doesn’t always get to join.”
I felt my cock twitch under her. “Sounds like they’ve got their dynamic figured out. You telling her about us get you worked up?”
She nodded, leaning in to kiss me, tasting faintly of tequila and lime. “A little. She said I was brave for exploring with someone I trust. Made me think ... maybe we could invite them over sometime? For dinner? See what happens?”
I paused, searching her face. She was serious, curious, turned on by the idea. “If you’re sure, sweetheart. But we play by our rules.”
A week later, it was set. Drew arranged it all, Theresa and her husband, Mark, coming over for a casual dinner. I grilled steaks, Drew made salads and poured wine, wearing a tight little black dress that hugged her slender frame, no bra or panties underneath at my suggestion. Theresa arrived looking every bit the confident bombshell Drew described: tall, curvy with full D-cup breasts straining her blouse, dark hair in loose waves, and a knowing smile that said she’d seen it all. Mark was quieter, early 50s, average build, polite but with that submissive edge in his eyes, like he was already anticipating the night.
Dinner was light, flirty, Theresa dominating the conversation with stories from work, complimenting Drew on her “glow” lately. “You’ve got this new confidence, girl. Must be that special someone teaching you things.” She winked at me across the table, and Drew blushed, squeezing my thigh under the cloth.
After plates were cleared and more wine flowed, we moved to the living room. The air thickened fast. Theresa sat close to me on the couch, her hand brushing my arm. “Drew told me a bit about your ... arrangement. Sounds liberating.” Gary sat in the armchair across from us, watching silently, his pants already tenting.