Tortured by Little Cousin

I’m not going to lie about it; there was definitely a secret thrill to being in charge of my insolent little brat of a niece for the weekend. She was staying with us for a week until my Aunt returned from a trip abroad to pick her up. My fourteen year old niece Lucy and I had a love/hate relationship going way back. We both played some pretty mean tricks on each other, but that was the past. She’d been away at boarding school for the majority of the time my Auntie was spending the summer touring Europe with her new beau.

All told, it had been almost two years total since I’d seen Lucy, and to put it as delicately as possible, she’d blossomed into a slender, dark-haired beauty at fourteen. When she arrived on break from school still in her blue plaid skirt and white button-down collared shirt, smart brown shoes and white knee high socks; hair in a ponytail? It literally felt like my heart broke. She looked so lovely, yet sexy at the same time. I know it’s sick to say that about your own niece, but I’m telling you – she looked incredible.

I found out quickly that she was the same old brat as always. I’m not proud of it, but she caught me peeking at her sunbathing one day, and told me she was going to make a big fuss about it. Another evening, I tried having a wrestling match, like we used to, while she was in her pajamas and me in my sleeper pants and tee. Whereas we used to wrestle, and I’d usually win and then have fun tickling and tormenting her while she was stuck under me, she made a big fuss about me to my parents the next day. Naturally, before they left, they sternly admonished the both of us to behave and not upset each other.

So here we were, with me the de facto head of the household, and my bratty-but-foxy niece stuck having to listen to me! I imagined all sorts of fantasy scenarios, where I’d make her do or wear things or perform any number of bizarre acts with every inch of that maddeningly hot body, but when the day came, she announced in no uncertain terms that she didn’t plan on taking any orders from me on basic things like chores, cooking, and so on. She said she’d feed the pets and do her own laundry, because she didn’t want me perving on her undies is the way she put it, actually. Meanwhile, I told her that I’d get her back for flipping out about a little wrestling match. I told her she wouldn’t know when, but that I’d get her back before the weekend was up.

In fact, I had a plan to pounce on her in her sleep later that night. Just one more chance to tickle (and grope) that exquisite body before I went off to college and we’d likely part ways for another two years. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but you’d have to have seen my niece at fourteen to understand where I’m coming from.

We spent that day mainly keeping our distance. Lucy at one end of the house or the other, in orbit away from me. Neither of us was to leave the house beyond the yard, so I knew I’d get her at some point or other. Sure enough, I was able to sneak up on her doing her laundry. It was easy with the noise from the machines going, and I snuck up behind her, then grabbed Lucy all around her ribs and sides while pushing her over the dryer under me. I had her laughing and screaming and kicking and flailing, but she knew her goose was cooked (and I did in fact goose her during all this for the sheer humiliation factor of it). I was very nearing ready to cum from rubbing up tight behind her, pinning her over the machine, while she was in hysterics. I actually had zip ties on me, and was about to whip one of those out and gather her elbows together behind her back, when an errant kick from one of sleek legs landed right in the cajones.

That severely dampened my enthusiasm for the chase, and I gimped off in pain. We met again later, and she announced a truce, for at least while we ate, so we ordered pizza and colas and behaved like reasonable, sentient beings for the rest of the evening. Or at least what I remembered of it. You see, when I groggily came to later, my arms and legs were bound, and I was dressed –