It’s 15.00, and I sit in my Tokyo apartment, my mind drifting back to Yuki’s growth. I’m Hiroshi Tanaka, 39 years old, and I’ve watched Yuki, my niece, transform from a baby into a stunning 19-year-old. She now lives independently in an apartment complex, and whenever my wife Aiko and I visit her parents, Yuki makes an effort to be there. Since she was young, she’s kissed me on the cheek, a habit that’s always felt warm. Lately, during our couch chats, I’ve noticed her subtle touches—brushing my arm, a playful smile—though I brushed it off, enjoying the attention. No one else seemed to notice.
Shortly after a recent visit, my phone buzzed with a message from Yuki. “Uncle Hiroshi, can you help me out? There’s an issue with the electrical timer, and I can’t reach Dad.” It was a Friday afternoon, and with Aiko at a course and no plans, I agreed. I replied I’d be there in half an hour. After a quick shower, I grabbed some tools and headed out. At her building, I rang the bell, and her voice crackled through the intercom, “Come up, the door’s open.” The first-floor door was ajar, and I stepped into her living room.
There stood Yuki, leaning against the dining table in a short, silver robe. With her right leg slightly forward, I caught a glimpse of her matching silver panties. The robe gaped slightly, revealing a hint of her breasts. Seeing her like that, I had to swallow hard. She gestured toward the bathroom. “A light needs replacing.” A stepladder and a new bulb were ready. I climbed up, removed the fixture’s cover, and handed it to her. Oddly, no bulb was inside. I screwed in the new one, and it flickered on. As I took the cover back, Yuki stepped closer, her face near my groin. Tightening the last screw, she pressed her face fully against me, and my arousal began to stir. “Oh dear, Uncle Hiroshi, you’re tense,” she teased.
With a swift motion, she tugged my pants and shorts halfway down. “Yuki, don’t,” I stammered, but the sensation overwhelmed me. “Come, let me help you off the ladder,” she said. There I stood, pants around my ankles, as she knelt before me. She gripped my shaft, pulling back the skin, and took my tip between her soft, sensual lips. “This can’t happen, Yuki,” I muttered, yet I let her continue. Holding me firmly, she sucked gently, her tongue teasing my tip and dipping into the slit, driving me wild. Her deep sucks alternated with licks, and she massaged my balls, even taking one into her mouth before resuming.
My thighs trembled, and I felt my climax nearing. Suddenly, I released, a wave of semen hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed, sucking out the last drops. “Oh, Yuki,” I sighed. She just laughed, then helped me step out of my pants, tossing them aside. Taking my hand, she led me to her bedroom. She pulled off my polo, noticing a drop of semen on my shaft. Kneeling again, she cleaned it with her tongue, sucking the skin. “All done, Uncle Hiroshi,” she said, though my arousal waned, age catching up.
She stood, slowly untying her robe to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts, nipples erect, her panties damp with desire. We lay on the bed, and our lips met. I slid her panties off as we kissed deeply, my hand caressing her breasts. Kissing downward, I licked her stiff nipples, alternating between them. I moved lower, kissing her stomach and navel, my hands stroking her inner thighs. Reaching her tight pussy, I licked her lips but paused, kissing her thighs before returning. My tongue explored her folds, a finger entering as I found her clit, circling and sucking it while stimulating her G-spot. She gasped with pleasure, and my erection returned.
Gently, I entered her wet pussy, thrusting deep, then pulling back to push in again, increasing the pace. Yuki moved with me, her moans rising. We climaxed together, my semen flooding her as it dripped onto the silk sheets. I placed my half-soft shaft in her mouth, and she sucked the remaining drops, cleaning me thoroughly. Exhausted, we lay side by side, kissing, my hand on her breasts and wet pussy. “Can I text you for more fixes?” she asked with a sly grin.
