Homemade Haunted House

I had written a confession about when my niece and I had been fucking since we were young. I figured I would tell another confession involving her. There’s a lot, but I can’t remember all of them, and most aren’t memorable anyway. This confession took place when she and I were around 12 years old.

We were at my home and her brothers, my sister, and my parents were all there. It was during the summer and we were bored. We decided to go into my room and convert it into a small haunted house. Two would go in and decorate it how they wanted to, put a dark curtain over the window, move the bed on its side to serve as a wall or someone hides under it, and loud music. It’s amazing how creative we all got with it since my room was very small. Anyway, my sister and one of my nephews went in and moved things around and the rest of us waited for less than a minute or so and we went in to be scared. We all did it more than once. Eventually, it was my niece and my turn to go in to decorate.

She and I entered, shut the door, and locked it. We started moving things around, and removed the curtain from the window to readjust it, and grabbed a bunch of my clothes and threw them on the floor so one of us could hide under it and jump out. The plan was to be done with it in two minutes, but it was the one time she and I were alone so I decided to take advantage of it.

It didn’t take long for me to grab her and kiss her; like always, she would kiss me back. I reached under her shirt and grabbed her breasts. I then told her to lay down on the pile of clothes. I unzipped her pants and pulled them off, followed by me taking my pants off. I climbed on top of her and put my cock inside of her. I began thrusting into her quickly, knowing we didn’t have time, but, in that moment, I didn’t care. I was just enjoying how she felt. She held me at my waist and moved her hips up to meet my thrusts.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door and she and I stopped and looked at the door. The knock was then followed by her little brother asking us if we were done setting up. I said, “Not yet.” We heard him walk back to the living room and I resumed fucking her. I leaned down to kiss her and she held onto me. As I was fucking her, I was wanting to finish quickly not because the rest were waiting for us to be finished setting up, but I didn’t know if she was comfortable lying on the lump of clothes. Another knock came at the door. I didn’t stop fucking her and we heard her little brother again asking if we were ready yet. I told him, “We’re almost done.” We heard him walking back to the living room. I continued fucking her. I picked up my pace, knowing that I just wanted to cum. Again, I didn’t know if she was comfortable on the pile of clothes or if she was even wanting me to keep going. She continued holding onto me; our eyes locked onto each other. I felt the buildup nearing. Then another knock that was followed by her little brother asking if we were done yet. I didn’t stop fucking her, our eyes still locked, and I was about to answer when she looked at the door and shouted at her little brother, “Damn, fucking wait! We’ll be done in a bit!” She then looked back up at me. That’s all it took for me and I felt the buildup so I pulled out and came on the pile of clothes and the rest on her thigh. We kissed for a few seconds and I got off of her and we got dressed quickly. The whole thing felt like it lasted forever, but it lasted, probably, 7 or 8 minutes. We finished what little decorating we had to do, which was one thing, and we told them they could come in. None of them knew what we had just finished doing in my room.

As I stated in other confessions involving her, she and I fucked for several more years; it’s been another several years since we fucked. We moved to different cities and she was in a happy relationship with her kids and boyfriend of several years. She and I still talked occasionally, but it was never more than 5 minutes.

Notice how I said she WAS in a happy relationship. I recently found out that she stays at work really late since most of her coworkers quit due to Covid concerns so she, along with those who remained, had to go in early and stay late. Her boyfriend thought she was lying and accused her of cheating each time she got home just wanting to sleep. She got tired of it and so she finally left him. I’m waiting a bit before I text her and casually invite her to travel here and hang out with me for a weekend. I know it’s been years since we fucked, but I know that she wouldn’t say no.