Not too bad, I thought to myself while I sat in my car, looking up at the house that was to become my home. I was sitting in a suburb looking at a large house, almost identical to all the other houses that lined this cul-de-sac. The front of the building was dominated by a large, double garage, and looming above it, two stories of homel. I turned off my car, a decade old Jeep and grabbed my two suitcases out of the back.
The house belonged to my older half-brother, Eddie. He never did tell me how much he spent on it, but I knew that this neighbourhood was very desirable so it had to have been a lot. I shrugged. He had the cash.
Eddie was twenty one years older than my thirty two, and was a powerful corporate lawyer. He told me that he travelled almost two hundred days a year, all over the world, brokering deals for his clients. I knew that he worked hard and was well rewarded for it.
I did not know Eddie very well. We shared a father, but had different mothers. Dad had divorced Eddie's mother well before I was born, and married my mother, a young woman at the time, when he was already in his sixties. Eddie was already in college when I was born, so it wasn't like we would have spent much time together. He had also moved to a different city to start his career.
Still, I had always known and looked up to him. He went out of his way to spend time with me at family gatherings, never making it seem like I was any kind of burden. When I was an awkward, gangly teenager he had given me advice, and encouraged me to pursue my interests in computers and programming. Dad died when I was sixteen and Eddie made a point of taking a week off of work and spending it with me, supporting me when I needed it, despite his own grief. When I ran into some trouble at college, partying too much and letting my grades slip, it was him who took me aside and talked some sense into me. He had been the best brother he could have, given the age difference. Still, that gap had prevented us from being very close.
I was surprised, then, when Eddie offered to let me move into his house when I got a job in his city. I had been building my career since graduating college with a degree in computer science and felt like I was finally taking a major step, accepting a job as a software developer with a company located not too far from where Eddie lived. I was also in the process of breaking up with my girlfriend of five years and jumped at this chance for a clean break. I excitedly texted my older brother, saying that once I was in town we should hang out.
He replied almost instantly.
Nah. You should move into my house. Stay with my family. Why waste money on rent and anyway, Soph and Olivia would love the company.
I was surprised, but the idea was intriguing. I would love to save some money, but on the other hand, I did not know Sophia, Eddie's second wife or Olivia very well, having only met them a few times in person. In the end, the cost savings won out and I decided to take him up on his offer.
I shipped my computer equipment to his address, packed my bags and drove the ten hours to my new life.
Finally, standing there, I walked up to the large door of Eddie's McMansion and rang the bell. It was only moments before the door swung open and Sophia was standing there, beaming at me. I could not help but smile back.
Sophia was Eddie's second wife and she was much younger than him. In fact, at 29 she was younger than me though, thankfully, older than Eddie's daughter. She was, in a word, stunning. I took the moment after the door opened to take her in.
She was several inches shorter than me. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes that danced when she smiled. Her face was fresh, with just a touch of makeup. My eyes ran down her body. She was wearing a loose, white peasant blouse that, while not tight, fell in a way that showed off an impressive chest, a hint of cleavage showing with the lower cut collar. She had on blue jeans that were tight around her wide hips and nice round ass. I knew that she worked out a lot and the results were impressive. She had simple sandals on her feet and I could see her toes were painted pink.
She threw her arms open and stepped forward wrapping them around me, pulling me against her. I dropped my bags and hugged her back, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest.
"Welcome, Dan," she said. "Welcome home!"
"Thanks Sophia," I said, voice muffled a bit by her hair. "I'm happy to finally get here."
"C'mon Dan," she laughed. "Call me Soph. Everyone does! Let me get a look at you! I haven't seen you for three years!" She pushed me away and inspected me from arm's length.
It was hard to believe that it had only been that long, but that made sense. I had come to stay with Eddie and her for a week during the summer. It had been a fun visit, though Eddie had worked through most of it. That was only the second time I had met Soph, the first was at their small wedding a year before that visit.
I chuckled, a bit awkwardly as she looked me up and down. While I might have made my career coding, I tried to go against the perceived stereotype of a skinny nerd. I was 5'10, and worked out several times a week, running almost daily to keep in decent shape. My shoulders, like Eddie's were naturally broad so I looked, if I was giving myself an honest evaluation, pretty good in my jeans and black tee shirt.
My dirty blond hair was long, parted on one side and tucked behind one ear while the other side hung over my face. I had been off for a few weeks, preparing for my new job and had not shaved since, a thick, dirty blond beard having grown in. My eyes were a pale blue.
Soph nodded after her brief inspection.
"You look great, Dan," she said, stepping back into the house. "Come on in. I'll show you which room is yours."
I picked up my bags and followed Soph. I looked around at the interior. I was in a large foyer and ahead of me stairs led up and down. I could see a large kitchen to my left and a large family room to my right. It was all very open, decorated in comfortable, if basic, style. The spaces felt too large. The ceilings vaulted up above. It was hard to believe only three people lived here. Well, four now, if you counted me.
"Is Eddie home today," I asked.
"He should be home later tonight," Soph said. "He usually works late but he said he would try to make it for supper with us."
Soph gave a quick tour of the main floor. There was the kitchen, a dining room, the family room, a powder room, and out the back, a large yard with a full sized pool and a built-in hot tub. She let me know that there were three bedrooms upstairs, one guest, the main and Olivia's room.
"Where is Olivia?" I asked, looking up the stairs. The last time I had seen her she was an angry 16 year old who spent most of the week I had visited locked away in her bedroom. I wondered if she had changed at all now that she was 19 and in college.
Soph sighed.
"Well," she said a bit sadly, "you know Olivia. Or you will get to know her. College just started summer break so she's around all the time but ... She's... not likely to come down to say hi to her uncle any time soon. We still haven't really...connected."
I nodded. When Eddie and his first wife divorced Olivia had moved in with her dad so that she could stay in the same school. For several years it had just been the two of them. Eddie had confided that marrying Soph, someone so much younger than himself, had been very hard on Olivia.
"Well," I said to Soph, "maybe she will warm up to her uncle."
"I'm sure she will," Soph said. "Let's check out your space. It's downstairs. Eddie had it built just for you."
I followed her down and, I have to admit, I watched the perfect globes of her ass as she walked in front of me. It was almost impossible not to, the way that her jeans hugged them.
There was a large room at the bottom of the stairs that had several couches, beanbag chairs and a large projection tv. I remembered not seeing a TV in the family room so this must be where they watched TV and movies.
"Do you still work out?" Soph asked me.
I nodded.
"Good. Well, you will love this then," she said and gestured to a corner of the large room that had been set up as a small gym. There was a weight machine, a weight bench, yoga mats, a spin bike and a treadmill. Everything you would need to keep in shape.
"That's awesome," I said, happy to see that. It would save me from having to put out for a gym membership.
"I like it," Soph said. "We can work out together some time. I don't use the treadmill much. I prefer to run outdoors."
"Me too. But I guess it's good for rainy days."
Soph smiled.
"Sure. But I don't mind getting a bit wet. You are through here."
She opened a door off of the room and I followed her through. It was plenty large enough. There was a king sized bed, a dresser, a couple of end tables and a desk against one wall. At the desk was a chair that I knew must have cost thousands of dollars. The boxes of my computer equipment were stacked around the desk.
"I didn't unpack those," Soph said, gesturing to the boxes. "I figured that you would want to set them up yourself."
"Good idea," I said. "I'm particular about how I do it." I looked around the room. "This is amazing. Too good. I hope that you don't mind me being here."
"Eddie had it built for you. It used to just be storage, but we have another storage area on the other side. There is a full bathroom off of the TV room. I'm sorry it's not an en suite. But it's the one I use after workouts."
"That's fine. I've never had an en suite so I'm not going to miss it. I don't mind sharing a shower with you." Soph shot me a look and I realised that what I said could be construed as me wanting to shower *with* her. I blushed a bit.
"Anyway," Soph said, ignoring my remark. "That's the tour. I'm going to get some supper started. Why don't you get unpacked and I'll see you up there. You might want to hit that shower too. Must have been a long drive."
I laughed and made a show of smelling my armpit. I did in fact need a shower.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I must be grossing you out!"
"No," Soph said, smiling. "I like it. But you might be a bit more comfortable."
She left and I quickly emptied out my suitcases. It was a bit sad, I thought, that everything I owned now came to be so little. I looked around at the house and the life that Eddie had built and shook my head. I was more than a little bit behind in the life building department.
I crossed the TV room and stepped into the bathroom, my eyes widening. It was more a spa than a bathroom. There was a toilet, of course, but there was also a bathtub, a separate rain shower, and it turned out, a steam sauna. I could get used to this, I thought as I stripped down.
I stepped under the rain shower and let the hot water pour over me, washing away the sweat and grime from my long drive. My thoughts turned, predictably, to Soph. I remembered meeting her for the first time, at her and Eddie's wedding. She had been so beautiful in her white dress. Secretly, even though I was there with Patricia, my long term girlfriend, I fell a little bit in love with her.
There in that shower, I imagined her naked with me, the water pouring over her tanned body, sluicing off of her perfect breasts. I was quickly hard and jerked off to my imagination of my sister in law before finishing my shower and stepping out, getting some clothes on and heading upstairs.
Soph was in the kitchen getting food ready. Every appliance was top of the line, and I thought that they could make food enough to feen dozens in here. Soph had an apron on over the outfit she was wearing before but she had put her hair up in a loose bun.
I sat down at the large marble island across from her and offered to help.
"It's ok,' Soph said. "The hard part is mostly done. Do you cook though?"
"Sure," I said. "I always liked it. I'm pretty good at it, too. I did almost all the cooking for Patricia and me."
Soph frowned.
"What happened there, by the way?" Soph asked. "I know it's fresh so you don't have to talk about it if you don't want."
"No, it's ok," I said. "I'm fine. It was... I guess we weren't the same people at the end as we were at the start. We seemed to have less and less in common as time went by. It was harder and harder to remember why we were together. Until neither of us could anymore. Its too bad. I thought we were going to get married. Have kids." I shrugged. "It just didn't work out that way."
"That can happen," Soph said. "It's too bad, but at least you figured it out before you fully committed and had those kids. That would have been worse."
"True. You are probably right," I said.
"I'll just have to set you up with one of my friends," Soph said, smiling.
"Ah, you don't have to do that," I said. "I'm taking a break from dating for a while, I think."
"Who said anything about dating," Soph laughed. "Most of them remember you from the wedding. If you hadn't been there with Patricia at least one of them would have jumped your bones! Maybe a few of them! Nothing wrong with getting some now that you are single!"
I raised my eyebrows. It was a bit strange hearing my sister in law talk about sex like this. But she was probably right. There was nothing wrong with 'getting some'.
"Sure. Eventually," I said. "I'm going to take it easy for a bit."
"Ok," Soph said. "But let me know. My girlfriends can be a slutty bunch and now that they know you are here they might knock down the door trying to get at you!"
This made my eyebrows raise again. I wanted to know more about how slutty her friends were, and just how Soph fit in with a slutty bunch. Before I could push the conversation any further, Olivia walked into the kitchen and walked to the fridge, ignoring us both, earbuds in her ears.
Three years ago my niece had been a surly sixteen year old, and as such had barely registered on my radar. She had had no interest in me so I had ignored her, spending time with Soph and Eddie, or lounging by the pool.
Back then, she was angry and, frankly a bit plain, but in the meantime she had, it seemed, become a goth, which was a bit surprising to me. I hadn't even known that that was still a thing. Her hair back then was the same dirty blond as Eddie and mine, but now was dyed jet black, except for streaks of emerald green. It was long, hanging straight past her shoulders, except for the severe bangs that cut across her forehead above her eyebrows. She had on black lipstick, and heavy makeup around green eyes. She was even shorter than Soph. I guessed about 5'3.
She was wearing a large black hoodie several sizes too large on her, so that it hung to her mid thigh. Her legs were bare as were her feet. I couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing panties under it. The way that her clearly large breasts moved under the fabric of her hoodie, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. I shook my head, trying to remind myself I was an uncle.
"Hey Olivia," Soph called out to her. "Say hi to your uncle."
The girl made a show of sighing and pulling one of the buds out of her ears.
"What?" she said, slowly turning around.
"Your uncle. He's here. Say hi."
I smiled at my niece and waved.
"Oh," Olivia said with clear disdain in her voice. "You are here. Great. Hi."
"Hey," I said, trying to be friendly. "How's it going."
Olivia didn't deign to respond to me, instead turning to her step mother.
"I'm going out in a bit. I won't be eating with you guys," she said.
"But I thought we could all eat together," Soph said.
"Right. Like dad is going to show up." Olivia turned towards me. "Welcome, I guess."
She turned and walked back up the stairs towards her room. After she left Soph looked at me and shrugged.
"So that's Olivia these days."
I smiled.
"Fun."
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Eddie did not make it home in time to eat supper with us. Soph did not bother setting the table and we ate together at the kitchen island, just chatting.
I learned that Soph was a stay at home wife, which she liked, but bored her. She kept busy with working out, taking care of the house and a few hobbies. She read a lot, was a member of a book club and volunteered in the city at a homeless shelter twice a week. She had a group of friends that she had since college and they all kept in touch, though she was the only one married.
I had much less to offer. My life was pretty dull. I worked long hours so did not have much time for anything outside of that. I had always meant to develop some interests, but never got around to it. My ex had hated that and it had contributed to our eventual breakup.
I liked spending time with my sister in law. We got along well, and she was easy to talk to. I realised I was going to like spending time with her.
After supper I cleaned up, insisting that it was the least I could do, her having made the meal, and afterwards went down to my room to set up my computers. I did not start my new job for a few days but I wanted to get it done and troubleshoot any issues that might arise. I would be working from home four days a week, going into the office one day for staff meetings.
It was about 10:30 that night when I heard a knock on my door and found Eddie. He gave me a huge hug and let me know he was happy I was there. He looked older than the last time I had seen him. His hair was thinner and now almost completely grey. He had gained weight too. He was still a pretty big guy, but while he had once kept himself lean, he had a gut now. Age was starting to catch up with him.
"Sorry I couldn't make it for supper. Something came up at work and I couldn't get away. Soph treated you right though, yeah?"
"Sure," I said. "She's great. Made me feel like I was at home. Are you available tomorrow night maybe? We could hang out."
Eddie shook his head.
"Nope," he said. "I wish I could, but I'm flying out mid morning. Paris. I'll be gone ten... wait... No, this month it's twelve days. I should be home for a week or a few days anyway when I get back."
We chatted a bit longer before he let me know he had some work to do before he went to bed.
"I'm glad you are here," he told me before heading up.
"Me too," I said. I meant it.
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My eyes opened a few minutes before the alarm I had set started going off. I felt disoriented for a moment before remembering that I was in a new bed, new home, new city.
I groaned and rolled out of bed. I always slept shirtless and in light pajama pants and had not changed this in my new place. I stretched and remembered that my bathroom was out of my room on the other side of the TV room. I stepped through the door and paused.
My bedroom must have been decently sound proofed because when my door was opened I could suddenly hear what turned out to be an instructional yoga video.
There was a smaller TV set into the wall of the workout area and on that screen I could see a man going through a series of yoga poses, narrating the moves as he went along. On a mat on the floor in front of it was Soph.
I had to pause. Her head was pointed away from me and she was on her hands and knees, back arched. She was wearing wonderfully tight yoga shorts and a top made of similar material with thin straps. The sight almost took my breath away.
Whoever it was that designed yoga clothing had to be some kind of perverted wizard. It seemed magical how the stretchy fabric cling to the half moons of Soph's round ass. The Lycra molded around them, making it almost seem like she was wearing nothing at all. I was hit with a sudden urge to charge across the room and take one of her ass cheeks in each hand.
The next position had Soph shift and get up and set herself one leg in front of the other, knees bent deeply as she stretched her arms above her head. Her eyes were closed so she did not notice her audience as she began to lean back, keeping her balance as she arched backwards again. I watched her in the mirror on the wall under the TV.
The top she was wearing was not a sports bra. It seemed to have some sort of built in support but it did not squish her breasts the way that those garments usually do. I wasn't good at guessing a woman's cup size but they were full and nicely shaped. More than a handful, as they say. I could make out the raised bumps of her nipples.
Soph flowed into another position, cartwheeling her arms and bending forward, pressing her body against her bent leg in front of her. I stood and watched the way her ass moved and unconsciously licked my lips. Then, still bent forward she opened her eyes.
Soph smiled at me from that position and held it for a moment before straightening up.
"Good morning," she said. "You are up early."
"Yeah," I said. "I guess I've always been an early riser. Good morning. I was just going to shower."
"That's great. I'm usually puttering around alone in the morning. It'll be nice to have some company. When I'm done here we can have breakfast! The shower is through there."
She gestured towards the door of the bathroom. I was suddenly very aware that I was shirtless in front of my sister in law as I saw her eyes run flick down from my face, at my bare chest and stomach and then down further. Soph's face reddened a bit before she quickly spun and resumed her yoga routine.
I glanced down and saw what she had seen. There was a large, noticeable tent in my light pyjama pants. Like most men I woke each morning hard, my morning wood. Sometimes I'd jerk off first thing, other times I'd let it subside and deal with it later. This morning, however, watching Soph stretch it had not gone away, and I was suddenly very aware just how hard and aroused I was.
Embarrassed, I spun away from my sister in law and hurried into the bathroom. I quickly stripped and stepped under the shower. I turned the water to cold, hoping to get rid of my arousal but, despite the freezing deluge I remained hard. I gave up and gripped myself.
Images of my sister in law danced behind my eyes as I stroked. She was stretching, but she was naked. I imagined coming up behind her and, while she was bent forward in a pose, pushing myself into her, biting myself to the hilt before starting to fuck her hard.
It didn't take long before I was groaning as I came against the wall of the shower, thrusting into my own fist. I was panting for air when I heard it.
"Dan?"
It was Soph.
"Yeah," I called out. The glass of the shower was fogged over with condensation but I could make out the outline of my sister in law standing half in the door.
"I don't mean to rush you," she called out, "but if we are going to have breakfast I'm going to have to get in there. I have an appointment later this morning."
"Sure," I answered. "I'm almost done!"
I finished rinsing off and reached out and grabbed a towel from the bar outside the shower, pulling it in with me, drying quickly and then wrapping it around my waist.
I stepped out and saw that Soph was still standing just inside the door.
"Oh," she said. "Sorry! I'll get out."
"It's ok," I reassured her. "I have a towel. We are all good. I'm just heading to my room. I'll brush my teeth when you are done."
I pushed my still damp, long hair back off of my face and crossed the large bathroom, passing Soph, who still stood by the door. I slid past her, almost touching her and looked down at her.
She was still coated in a thin sheen of sweat and her blond hair was damp, pulled back out of her face. She looked beautiful.
I saw her eyes dart down to the towel around my hips, as if trying to guess what was under it. She was lightly biting her lower lip.
Interesting, I thought then was past her and crossing to my room. I shook my head. It wasn't interesting. We had a slightly awkward interaction but it was nothing, I reassured myself.
I dressed and shortly after headed up to have breakfast with Soph who arrived in the kitchen shortly after I did.
She was wearing yoga pants and a chunky loose sweater. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun and she had applied some very light makeup. As I watched Soph hurry around the kitchen I thought, whoever it was that decided that yoga pants were everyday, out of the house clothing, you are a hero!
"I usually just have a smoothie in the morning," she said. "But we have cereal or I could make eggs if you want."
I shook my head.
"I'll just take the smoothie," I said. "If you don't mind making double. I'm probably going to go for a run after and I don't want anything too heavy."
She gathered the ingredients and made us smoothies in the fancy blender on the counter. We clinked our glasses together and sipped on the straw. It was pretty good, if a bit sweet for me.
"So," I said, making conversation. "What's your appointment?"
Soph looked away from me and reddened slightly.
"Oh," she said and laughed nervously. "Umm... it's ... therapy. I see her every week."
I nodded.
"That's cool," I said. "I had a therapist back home. It helped me deal with some stuff. Mostly dad dying when I was so young, you know?"
"Oh," she said. "That's good. I'm a bit embarrassed about it. I'm not really from a therapy family if you know what I mean?"
"I do," I nodded. "Lots of people feel like that. It keeps a lot of people from getting help they need. I make a point of talking about it. I think it should be normalised. Then more people would take advantage of the help."
"That's smart," she said. "I'm not sure I'm there yet."
We finished our smoothies and she grabbed the keys to her BMW suv and headed towards the door after saying goodbye.
She paused at the open front door and turned to me.
"Dan," she called back to me.
"Yeah?"
"Could you ..." she paused. "Could you maybe not say anything to Eddie about this? He doesn't know. I'm not sure I want ... I'm not sure I'm ready to tell him?"
"Sure," I said. "No worries. It'll be a secret."
"Ok," she said smiling. "Our secret."
Then she left.
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I did go for a run. I wasn't really familiar with the neighbourhood and quickly realised, when I headed out that, behind the community gates, it was a maze of twisting roads and cul de sacs. I didn't get lost but it was frustrating to run up a road and then have to turn around and run back the way I had just come. After an hour I gave up and headed home.
I went into the kitchen first, to grab a glass of water. It was a warm day and I was fairly sweaty. I stood at the counter gulping the liquid when Olivia walked in.
It seemed like she had just woken up. She was not wearing a full face of makeup as she had been the evening before, but she was still very pretty. Her eyes were large and her lips full and naturally dark, standing out from her pale skin.
I realised very quickly I would have to be careful about looking at her. She was wearing simple red boy shorts with a white stripe up the side, hanging low on her wide hips. They were really quite short, with half of her ass cheeks hanging out below the legs. She also had on a simple white top that clung to her tightly, and was cut low to show several inches of cleavage.
The night before I had guessed that she had large breasts, but now I knew for sure. They were very full, and had a lovely curve to them sloping down to her nipples. They were pierced, I could see; the metal bars making indents around the nipples. The top left the midriff bear and I could see the pale skin of what looked like a soft, but not flabby stomach.
I took this all in a quick moment before looking away. I could feel my cock start to harden, responding to the display my 19 year old niece was putting on.
"Hey," I said. "Good morning."
"You are all wet," she said, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard behind me, and grabbing the pot of coffee.
"Right," I said. "I went for a run."
"Great," she sneered. "Another fitness idiot. Are you going to tell me I'm fat too?"
"Who tells you that?"
"Sophia," Olivia said sitting down on one of the counter stools. She put both arms flat on the island and leaned against them. This made her breasts push together, deepening her cleavage. I looked away and grabbed my own cup of coffee.
"Really? She says that? That's ... surprising."
"Well she does," Olivia said. "Not outright. But she thinks it. And she's always trying to get me to exercise with her."
"Maybe she just wants to spend time with you," I said, reasonably.
"Fuck off," she said, rolling her eyes. "That's what dad says and it's no more true when you say it."
I shrugged. I had no interest in getting into their family drama.
"Why are you even here?" She asked suddenly. "I mean you have a job, ya? Why not get your own place? I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be."
"It just made sense. I can save some money. And I never really got the chance to get to know your dad. Or his family."
"Well," Olivia chuckled bitterly, "good fucking luck with that. He's never here. You'll barely see him more than before. And I guess I'm family. But I'm not really interested in getting to know you. I guess you can talk to the blond idiot."
I sighed. Olivia was getting exhausting.
"Yeah. Anyway, have a good day," I said, taking my coffee and heading down the stairs. I could hear Olivia's scoff of derision behind me.
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I spent the rest of the day finishing my computer setup. I had two desktops, one for work and one for personal use, and multiple monitors. I was looking forward to starting work. My new company developed software solutions for other companies, something I was particularly good at. I had always enjoyed problem solving.
Once I was done I glanced at my watch. It was already 5pm. I groaned as I stood, stretching, hearing my back crack. I had nothing left to do here so I walked upstairs and was greeted by the smell of food cooking.
Soph was at the stove, searing some beef. She was still wearing the yoga pants from earlier but the sweater had been replaced with a tshirt. She turned when I walked into the kitchen and smiled at me.
"I'm just starting so supper will be in about an hour," she said.
"Great. It already smells good. Anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Sure. Want to make a salad?"
I walked around the counter and opened the fridge and began to pull out the ingredients for a good salad. We did not talk much but it was comfortable and nice to work beside Soph. Eventually I was done and sat and drank a beer at the island and watched my sister in law finish cooking. It was hard to keep my eyes off of her, and a few times she turned and caught me looking at her ass, but she did not say anything.
When the food was ready Soph called up the stairs to see if Olivia would be joining us. I was surprised when she actually came down and sat at the dining table. Soph looked surprised as well, but just looked at me and shrugged.
Olivia was wearing the same outfit as I had seen her in that morning. The small shorts and the tight, almost sheer top that showed off her nipples and piercings.
"Are you going to wear that," Soph asked her, bringing food to the table.
"What?" Olivia said, her voice dripping with venom. "Are you going to try and police what I wear?"
"Of course not," Soph said, exasperated. "But... I don't know if it's appropriate. Your uncle is here."
"Dan?" Olivia turned to me. "Do you have a problem with what I'm wearing too, Uncle Dan?" She stressed the words 'uncle Dan' in a way that filled them with venom.
"I don't care what you wear, Olivia," I said. This was not quite the truth. Now, like this morning, I had *too* little problem with what she was wearing. I was glad that I was sitting at the table, since I could feel myself getting hard for my niece already.
"See," she sneered at her step mother. "He likes it."
"I don't think he said that," Soph said with a sigh. "Whatever. Forget I said anything."
Olivia only responded with an eye roll and began to eat her food while scrolling through her phone. Soph and I chatted about her day. She had been at the homeless shelter where she volunteered. After her therapy appointment I guessed. She told a few stories about the people at the shelter and I mostly listened while Olivia ignored us both.
Well. She played at ignoring us both. In fact, she spent the meal teasing me. At first I thought I must have been imagining it. She seemed to be leaning forward more than was necessary, letting the collar of her top fall more open, showing more cleavage.
I tried to ignore her as much as I could, but my eyes moved to my niece's tits again and again. I tried to be discreet, and I did not think that Soph caught me looking, but Olivia obviously did. While she never looked directly at me, I caught her watching me out of the corner of her eye a few times, and she had a small smirk at the corners of her mouth.
The leaning forward turned into squeezing her tits together with her arms, deepening her cleavage, moving so that her tits, free from any kind of bra, swayed under her top. Her nipples had been clear to see before, due to her piercings, but I could have sworn that they were harder now. More pronounced.
All of this was causing my cock to swell, and soon I was sitting at the table, hard as a rock. If I looked one direction I saw my niece secretly flaunting herself to me, and if I shifted I could see my sister in law not trying to, but looking amazing. It was a kind of pleasurable torture. I should not be feeling this way towards either of them.
Finally the meal ended and I offered to clean up again. I adjusted my cock when no one was looking, tucking the head into the waistband of my jeans, hiding my arousal as well as I could before standing.
"Olivia," Soph said. "Why don't you help him?"
I expected a rude remark, but my niece stood and stretched, hands behind her back, arching herself towards me. This made her top ride higher on her midriff and her tits to press out against her shirt in a way that sent a jolt straight to my cock.
"Sure," she said and picked up her plate, carrying it into the kitchen. Soph looked surprised again and shrugged. I grabbed more stuff off the table and walked it into the kitchen.
I was loading the dishwasher and Olivia leaned back against the counter across from it, standing on one leg and playing with her hair, watching me.
"This is helping?" I asked her.
"Oh," she said, smiling a sly smile. "Did you need help with that? Loading a dishwasher? It looked like you had a handle on it."
I sighed.
"Ok. Well I think you are right. I have a handle on this. You can go. I'll finish up."
She pouted, her plump lip jutting out.
"What," she said. "A girl can't spend time with her uncle? Or were you lying before? Maybe you do have a problem with how I'm dressed."
I dropped the last plate into the machine, put in the soap and closed it, turning towards her. Her large green eyes were locked on mine, hard to read.
"I meant it," I said. "I don't care what you do."
"Maybe you do," she said, pushing off the counter and stepping towards me, closing the distance, standing very close, looking up at me. "Maybe you actually like what I am wearing?"
Through a force of will I prevented myself from looking down at her, keeping my eyes off of her full tits and on her face.
"Whatever makes you comfortable," I said, refusing to back away from her.
"That's good to keep in mind," she said, then quickly wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight, pressing herself against me. I was so surprised that I did not raise my own to return the hug. She went on her tiptoes and quickly kissed me, on my cheek, but at the very corner of my mouth. My eyes went wide and my body went stiff, my cock jumping in my jeans where it was trapped.
"Wh... What...?" I stammered.
"Just a hello hug, uncle," Olive said, stepping away from me, turning to head up to her room. "Just to say hello and welcome to the house."
I was speechless as I watched walk up the stairs. At some point she had pulled her shorts up into a kind of wedgie, so her entire ass was on display.
"What the fuck was that," I muttered to myself and then headed down to my room.
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I read for a bit, laying on my back but I was too distracted. I knew that my niece was just fucking with me. That seemed to be her specialty. I just had to not engage and she would get bored. Still, having a 19 year old showing off for me had predictable results, niece or no. My erection refused to go down and kept me from focusing on the story I was trying to read.
Finally I grunted in frustration, tossed my book aside, and pulled off my jeans. I took myself in hand and began to jerk off for the second time that day, this time, however, with images of my niece in my mind, not my sister in law.
I was imagining my cock sandwiched between her fat tis, her drooling onto them while I thrust between them. My hand was a blur on my cock, chasing a climax and I was close when I heard a knock on my door. I sat up guiltily and, after glancing around, pulled my pair of pyjamas on my naked lower half. I crossed to the door and slowly opened it looking around.
It was Soph. She had changed into a large tee shirt that came down to her mid thigh, and panties. I assumed, at least, that she had on panties.
"Hey Soph," I said. "What's up?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie? Out here? Usually I watch alone, but thought you might like to join?"
"Oh," I said. "Sure. That sounds... nice."
"Great! I also made too much popcorn for just me so you can help with that."
Eddie's set up in the room just outside my bedroom was perfect for watching movies. One wall was dominated by a large pull down projector screen, with a full audio, video set up beneath it. Facing the screen was a L-shaped sectional of soft black leather. The back of the sofa was low, but the seats were deep. A large square coffee table filled the space in front of it.
I sat down on the sofa, facing the screen and Soph placed a bowl of popcorn beside me and sat on the other side of it. She grabbed one of the many remotes on the coffee table and pulled up a streaming service. She quickly scrolled until she found the movie she was looking for and started it.
"I don't really know what this one is about, but it looks like a cheap horror movie and those are my favourites. This one ok with you?" she asked me.
"I love them too," I said and leaned back, stretching my legs in front of me. Soph settled in, tucking her own legs beneath her. Her tee shirt rode up her thighs a bit showing me a bit more skin, but still being perfectly respectable. The movie started and we ate our popcorn and watched.
It was, frankly, pretty bad. It tried to be too many things. In one scene it seemed like a zombie movie, in the next it had dark, satanic overtones, and in the next, for some reason they were talking about aliens. The acting was terrible and both Soph and I were laughing throughout it.
The one constant was that there sure was a lot of sex and nudity in the film. It was making it pretty clear: the cost of sex was death. Every second scene had two characters fucking then one or both of them got violently murdered. At first it was laughable, but soon, sitting there watching two naked actors simulating sex the predictable thing happened.
I got hard, sitting there beside my sister in law. I shifted and put one of my legs over the other, hiding my arousal as best I could. This may have been a low budget movie but they had managed to get several very hot young women to get naked.
After the third sex scene Soph laughed beside me.
"I'm sorry," she said. "This movie is ... a bit more ... than I thought it was going to be."
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's a bit ... much. You can change it if ... I dunno, you are uncomfortable."
Soph shook her head.
"I kind of want to know how they plan on ending it."Me too, actually," I agreed.
So we let the movie play. I couldn't help but steal glances at Soph out of the corner of my eye. The sex scenes seemed to be having an effect on her as well. Her cheeks looked flushed, a nice rouge spread across them. She seemed to be shooting around a fair bit and, when I glanced down I saw that her nipples were clearly hard under that long t-shirt.
This is your brother's wife. This is your brother's wife. I repeated that phrase to myself over and over again. Trying, yet failing, to push dirty thoughts out of my mind. I wanted to lean over and grab Soph's face, pulling her lips to mine and kiss her.
The movie seemed to be ramping up towards some kind of ending. The two main characters, a man and a woman, who had been trying to meet up had finally done so, presumably to kill the evil witches who caused the zombies. Predictably they decided to take a break to fuck.
The actress was incredibly hot and my cock lurched as her clothing was pulled off. This was the most graphic of all the sex scenes so far and my eyes were locked on the screen as I reached into the popcorn bowl between Soph and I.
Suddenly I felt her fingers touch the back of my hand. Soph must have reached into the bowl right after me. When her fingertips brushed the back of my hand it felt like an electric shock sparked between us, the jolt travelling up my arm into my chest.
I looked over at her and her eyes were on the screen. She was chewing on her lower lip. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples straining against the fabric of the shirt.
I did not jerk my hand away. I held my breath. Soph left her hand where it was, fingers resting lightly on the back of my hand. Then she began to move them, stroking along my skin.
It seemed unconscious. She made no indication that she realised what she was doing. The hairs on my arm began to stand up, the light touch giving me goosebumps.
I realised that she was stroking her fingers in time to the thrusts of the simulated sex on the screen. I licked my lips and held still, my cock throbbing in my pants with need.
Then the scene changed, the final fight about to happen. Soph shook her head and pulled her hand back quickly.
"Shit, sorry," she said to me.
"It's fine," I said.
We left it at that and finished the movie. When the credits began to roll Soph stood up quickly, giving me a glance at her smooth legs as her t-shirt rode up a bit.
"Well, good night." She said, "I'm off to bed."
"Good night."
As she stood I could have sworn she looked directly at my crotch and the bulge there. I had tried to cover it up, but was not quite successful.
When she was gone I turned off the TV and went to my bed, yanking my cock out and stroking it almost before my back hit my blankets.
I wondered if she was doing the same thing. Getting herself off thinking about me. I came, spraying cum up my stomach and chest, imagining her upstairs with her fingers stroking her pussy.
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In the light of the next morning I laughed at myself. I knew that I had let my imagination run away with me the night before. I had been single for a few months at that point and had not tried dating anyone else. The lack of sex was clouding my judgement. Of course she wasn't interested in me, her brother in law. I just needed to hook up with someone.
I downloaded a dating app and set it up. Since I had been in such a long relationship I had never bothered with one before. Soon I was swiping and scrolling, hoping to make a connection with someone.
I stepped out of my room in my pyjama pants and no shirt once more. This time Soph wasn't there doing yoga, but I could see her mat hanging to dry on a wall. She must have come down early.
I had a quick shower, threw on some loose shorts and a tank top and headed upstairs. There was a note on the counter.
going to be gone all day. There is a smoothie in the fridge if you want it. Soph.
I grabbed the smoothie and drank it, then poured a cup of coffee that she had also made. I sat at the island and sipped the cup and scrolled through the news on my phone.
It occurred to me that this was my last day off before I started work tomorrow. I had to head into the office to take care of the HR stuff. I pulled up my map app and figured out the quickest route.
I didn't notice Olvia come into the kitchen until she spoke.
"Good morning, Uncle Dan," she said as she walked around the island on the other side of it. Again, the way she stressed 'uncle Dan' was sneering and rude.
I sighed and looked up at her then blinked. What she was wearing made me gulp. Or rather, what she wasn't wearing.
Olivia had chosen to come downstairs wearing only a bra and panties. Her back was to me, so I could see the black straps of her bra, crossing her back to clasp in the centre, thin straps over her shoulders.
The panties ran over her wide hips and covered her ass but, to my amazement, were made of a sheet black material. I could see the crack of her ass, more so when she went up on her tiptoes and reached into the cupboard above her to grab a cup.
She poured her coffee, her back still to me and then turned to face me, sipping, looking at me with mischievous eyes over the rim.
Of course I couldn't help but look. My eyes panned down her body from her pretty face to her breasts. There was something about young, full, natural tits. The way that they hung, heavy yet not saggy. Her bra was made of the same sheer black material as the panties. I could see her nipples through the fabric, bars with small balls on the end of them pierced through them. My cock was already fully hard by this point.
My eyes continued down. Over her soft, but flat stomach to the front of her panties. I could see that she was perfectly shaved, and the slit of her puffy pussy lips.
Olivia leaned back against the counter smirking at me when my eyes returned to hers.
"Jesus Christ, Olivia," I said, my voice almost a growl. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What?" She said, voice innocent. "What do you mean, uncle?"
"What the hell are you wearing?"
She looked down at herself in mock surprise. As if she had just realised how she was dressed.
"This," she asked. "But last night you said you didn't care what I wore. Why the sudden change?"
I shook my head, angry now. I did not like the way my niece was teasing me. I took a deep breath.
"I think you know that this isn't what I meant," I said.
"But what's wrong with it, uncle?" She said, putting on an exaggerated pout. "We are family. What does it matter what we wear?"
I put my coffee cup down and picked up my phone.
"I'm going to go work out," I announced and stood. There was nothing I could do about the tent in my shorts. I spun away from my niece as quickly as I could, but saw her look at my arousal. I heard her chuckling behind me as I fled downstairs.
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The small gym in the basement was fully equipped. Looking at Eddie the other day it was clear that he didn't use it much but, like most rich people, he liked to get the best of everything.
I had changed into workout shorts but left my shirt off. I preferred to work out like that. I considered the weight machine but chose to work with the dumbbells instead.
While I had broad shoulders and was in good shape, I was never looking to bulk up with showy muscles. I liked being strong and lean. With my job making me sit in a chair for 8-10 hours a day I did my best to offset that.
As I worked I thought about Olivia. What the hell was she playing at? What could she want with teasing me like this. Was she acting out against her dad? Possibly. Soph? Most definitely. Still. It pissed me off that she was using me for this.
I was focused on my workout so didn't hear Olivia come downstairs until I heard the TV turn on.
I looked over and she was sitting there on the sectional. Not the side facing the TV where Soph and I had been the evening before, but the one that was set at a ninety degree angle. That way she could watch me.
She had gotten dressed. Well. Kind of. She had on a rock band t-shirt that had been heavily modified. The collar had been cut out to make it scoop necked and the arms had been cut away to leave a hole that ran down almost to her hip. I could see the side of her breast, still in the sheer bra from earlier. She also had on a short black pleated skirt.
"What are you doing down here," I grunted as I continued my workout.
"Watching TV," she said. "Just because you decided to move in doesn't mean I can't be in my own house!"
"Fair enough," I nodded and then tried to ignore her.
This was difficult. She may have turned on the TV but she was only watching me. Every time I glanced up at her she had her eyes locked on me. Blatantly staring.
After fifteen minutes or so I looked over at her and saw that she had her hands in her lap. I blinked and realised that her skirt was bunched up and one of her hands was moving.
My niece was touching herself while looking at me. While she was not quite flaunting it, she also was not trying to be discrete. Her hands moved and the pale skin of her cheeks and chest were flushed. She licked her lips and continued to move her hand.
Have you ever tried to lift weights with an erection? It was, I quickly discovered, not easy. My shorts did next to nothing to hide my arousal and it was awkward.
I tried to continue but my eyes kept returning to my hot niece pleasuring herself across the room. Her hand was moving faster now, and she was turned completely towards me. The pretence that she was watching the TV gone.
I sighed and dropped the dumbbell I was curling to the floor. I strode across the room towards the back of the couch. She froze, her face suddenly unsure. While she usually walked around looking like a goth sexpot, at this moment she looked young. Like the 19 year old she really was.
I stopped right behind her, looking down. Below me was the deep collar of her t-shirt, the line of cleavage calling me. I wanted so much to plunge my hands down her top, grab her perfect tits. Tug at her nipples.
Instead I reached down and gripped her chin in a firm gasp and tilted her head back so she was looking up at me. She gasped, her hand between her legs frozen, the fabric of her skirt bunched around it.
"Olive," I said, sternly.
"What did you call me," she asked quietly.
"Olive. Short for Olivia. And you have to stop." I said, my voice angry but controlled. I held her face in place by her chin, my blue eyes locked on her green ones. "Little girls who tease get in trouble."
Her hand began to move again and she looked up at me, lust in her eyes, stroking herself.
"What kind of trouble?" She asked, voice soft, breathy.
"Big trouble," I said. "Someone should give you a bit of discipline."
Her hand was moving faster as she rubbed herself looking up at me.
"Yeah," she said, voice almost a moan.
"Yes," I answered. "Move your hand. Let me see what you have been doing."
She blinked but moved her hands away from her lap, giving me a flash of skin before her skirt fell back in place. I continued to hold her chin, but reached down with my other hand and flipped her skirt up.
She may have kept the bra on, but she had discarded the panties before she came downstairs. Her puffy pussy lips were pink with arousal and I could see her hard clit between them, slick with wetness.
I pushed my hand between her thighs and she opened her legs for me, biting her lower lip. I pushed my fingers between the lips, and felt how slick she was.
I curled my fingers and pushed two of them into her. Olivia moaned below me as my digits penetrated her. I pressed my thumb against her clit and her hips jumped, pushing my fingers deeper. Her cunt was dripping wet, almost hot to the touch as she cried out. She was tight, and her pussy gripped at me.
I began to quickly move them, pumping them in her tight cunt while I rubbed. She began to breathe in quick gasps, as she began to buck her hips against my hand.
She must have been quite worked up because it couldn't have even been a full minute before she grabbed my arm with both her hands and made a squeaking noise. She rolled her hips as I continued to finger her.
Her eyes were scrunched up and closed, her mouth open in a small O shape. Those lips, I thought, would look amazing wrapped around my cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped and then arched her back, holding herself rigid as she came. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers.
Finally she relaxed and I slid my fingers out of her. She whimpered. I brought them to her lips and pushed them into her mouth. She looked me in the eyes as she sucked on them, slurping off her own juices.
I let go of her chin and stepped back, the sudden realisation of what I had just done crashing down on me. I had just made my niece cum on my fingers. Not only was this morally wrong, but my brother was going to kill me.
"Wait," she called out as I spun away and walked quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it.
I leaned against the door and hung my head ashamed. I had to get out of that room. If I had stayed any longer I would have climbed over that couch and slammed my cock in her.
I went to the shower, dropping my shorts. I grabbed my cock and jerked it furiously, spraying cum across the tiles in mere moments. I groaned as I came, thinking about the face Olivia made while she climaxed.
Finally I caught my breath and turned on the shower.
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I stayed under the deluge of hot water for a long time. Cursing Olivia for tempting me. Cursing myself for being weak. I tried to think of something I could do to make it right but came up blank time and time again.
Finally I got out and dried myself off. I cautiously stepped out into the TV room, towel wrapped around my waist, and looked around.
Olivia was nowhere to be found. I let go of the breath I had not realised that I was holding. I crossed to my room and quickly got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and left out the front door managing not to run into my niece.
I hopped in my jeep and tore out of the driveway and headed into the city.
I had no plan and nothing really to do so after some aimless driving I stopped at a coffee shop and spent the afternoon there, killing time and reading a book that I had in my bag.
Eventually I gave up. I could not hide away forever. I drove back home and pulled into the driveway. It was around five PM but I noticed that Soph's BMW was still not there.
I was just taking a breath and readying myself to go inside when my phone buzzed. I looked down at a message from a number I didn't recognize.
Hi Dan, this is Soph. I got your number from Eddie. I'm running late so maybe I will order pizza or something later. Sorry.
I smiled and added her to my contacts before replying.
no worries. And forget ordering pizza. I'll make some. What time will you be back?
you'll make some! Wow! Excited! Around 7:30
I got out of my jeep and headed inside. I would have to get moving if I wanted to give the dough enough time to proof.
"It smells amazing," Soph called out as she walked in the front door at about 7:45. She was wearing a short white dress and had several bags in her arms. It looked like she had been shopping. She wobbled a bit standing there.
"Thanks," I said. "Need any help?"
"I'm ok," she giggled. "Sorry for being late. My girlfriend got engaged! She told us when we were all shopping together. We went for drinks to celebrate. I had a bit too much wine, celebrating. I had to uber here! But I'm looking forward to your meal."
I laughed.
"I'm glad you had fun, and congratulations to your friend, whoever she is. It's almost done so come down when you are ready."
Soph headed upstairs, dumped her purchases and returned. She had a happy glow about her, and was grinning widely. It seemed like she was a bit of a fun drunk. I had already cleaned up the kitchen from making the pizzas and was just pulling them out of the wide oven. I really liked cooking in this kitchen.
"Should I call Olivia down," Soph asked me.
I shook my head, suddenly guilty, remembering what I had done earlier.
"I'm not sure she is going to come down," I said. "We can set some aside for her."
"Ok," Soph said, crossing to the wine fridge they had built into their counter. "Have a glass of wine with me. You start work tomorrow, don't you? Something else to celebrate."
Soph poured two glasses, handing me one. We moved the food to the dining room. To my surprise Olivia came down the stairs and joined us, bringing a plate to the table.
She had changed since I had been gone. She was wearing black leggings with red on them, resembling a blood splatter. She was also wearing an oversized black and white striped sweater. My heart pounded when I saw her, suddenly afraid she was going to announce what I had done.
She only, however, took a piece of pizza and began to eat it quietly, looking at her phone. She avoided eye contact with me.
Soph was especially bubbly with a few drinks in her and I let her tell me about her day, what she bought, and the size of her friend's ring.
"I'm so glad that one of my friends is getting married," she said. "I was the only one and it kind of made things awkward. I guess that they all will eventually."
"Yeah," I agreed. "About your age was when all my friends paired off. Not me, but I was in that long term relationship. We lived together, so it was almost like marrying."
"Speaking of you," Soph said, smiling. "I was talking about you earlier. With my friends. They are all really excited to meet you! I invited them over on Friday. We are going to have a pool party! Who knows, maybe one of them will catch your eye!"
Olivia looked up suddenly and glared at Soph.
"Maybe he doesn't want to meet your skank friends," Oliva snapped. Soph blinked, looking hurt.
"Hey," I interjected. "Olivia! Jesus. Don't be so fucking rude!" I had had enough of listening to her talk to her stepmother like that.
Olivia froze and looked over at me and bit her lower lip. She took in a deep breath and turned to Soph.
"I'm sorry," she said and looked back down at her plate. Both Soph and I looked at one another wide eyed with surprise. I doubted that Olivia apologised for much, especially not to Soph.
"That sounds fun," I told Soph. I was, in fact, looking forward to it. I really needed to fuck someone.
We finished the pizza and Soph insisted on cleaning up, since I cooked. Olivia looked at me for a few moments. I had no idea what to say to her, or what she wanted to say, and then she spun and ran up the stairs.
Soph walked back into the dining room carrying the bottle of wine.
"We might as well finish this off, don't you think?" She said. I nodded in response. I was not much of a big drinker so the two glasses I had with supper had me feeling a bit warm.
Soph walked past me and into the family room area. I followed and sat on one of the couches. She filled my glass for the third time and topped herself off. She was fairly drunk by this point, I could tell.
I took a sip from my glass and Soph sat heavily down on the couch directly beside me. I blinked. I had not expected her to be so close.
"That was pretty amazing at the table," she said.
"The pizza?" I joked. "I told you I was a good cook."
"No," she laughed. "Not that. Though the food was really very good. It was Olivia. She doesn't respond to anyone telling her what to do. Not from her father, and especially not from me. What's the secret? What happened between you two today?
I swallowed past a lump in my throat. What was I supposed to do, I wondered? Tell her that I had made her step daughter, my niece, cum on my fingers? There was no way that I could tell her that.
"I have no idea," I said.Soph sighed.
"Maybe it's just having a man around the house," she said and leaned against me. Instinctually I put my arm around her shoulders. She laid her head on my chest. What was happening, I wondered to myself, suddenly panicked.
"Well," I said. "Eddie should probably take that title, I think." I wanted to remind Soph about her husband.
"Sure," Soph said, then barked out a short, bitter laugh. "When he's around. Which he never is." She took a sip from her wine glass.
"This isn't what I signed up for, you know," she said, looking off into the distance. Her left hand had come to rest on my thigh, just above my knee.
"When we first got together it was exciting, you know? He was an older man. Rich. He swept me off my feet. I worked for him, you know? Well kind of. I was a corporate travel agent and he was one of the people assigned to me. He gave me gifts. Complimented me. And after I agreed to go out with him, he took me with him when he travelled. I quit my job. Agreed to marry him. Next thing I know I'm out here in the suburbs, in the massive house with only an angry teenager who's not that much younger than me and hates me to keep me company."
She sounded so sad. I felt for her. I had to imagine this life was very stifling. I tried to concentrate on her words, but was distracted by her body pressed against my side, her bare legs below the white hem of her dress. And her hand on my thigh. Seemingly without noticing it she began to stroke her fingers, still below my cock which was starting to react but, like I said, distracting.
"Have you talked to Eddie about this," I asked, trying again to remind her about her husband.
She snorted a bitter laugh.
"He's a fucking lawyer. Have you ever tried arguing with a lawyer? He twists your words, and convinces you that he is right about everything. Or exhausts you until you agree with him just to end the conversation.
"I get so... Frustrated," Soph continued. "I see my girlfriends and they are living their lives. Being young. Out meeting guys! Fucking whoever they want, when they want. I'm not even thirty yet and I'm some housewife. Not even a mom, really. Eddie doesn't want any more kids, he says."
"I guess its just a different path," I say. "But this friend of yours who got engaged, what's her name?"
"Kay."
"Yeah. Kay. She's about to take a similar path. Most of your friends will. Everything will change." I was trying to be supportive but I could not help starting to stroke her neck with my hand that was behind her. She rolled her head, obviously enjoying the sensation, and her hand on my thigh pushed even higher.
"I know," Soph said. "It's just that... I was only with two guys before Eddie and... He was only home for three days this time and he didn't even touch me."
I found that almost impossible to believe. If Soph was mine I couldn't imagine not spending as much time as I could fucking her.
"I've been with him for four years. I spent half my twenties married to him. I'm still young, it feels like and... I need..."
She lifted her face and suddenly kissed me. I could not help myself. I kissed her back. Her lips parted and my tongue darted between them, met hers and they swirled together. Her hand pushed higher on my thigh and found my hard cock where it had extended down my pant leg. She moaned and gripped me, tugging at me through my jeans.
We kissed like that for several minutes before she used both hands to pop the button of my jeans, pull down the zipper and reach in, grasping my bare cock. She pulled it out and began to stroke it. My hand ran up her side to her breast and I felt her hard nipple against my palm. I grabbed the strap of her dress and pulled it down her shoulder, letting her breast fall free. I ran my thumb across the hard nub of her nipple and she moaned.
"Are you hard for me," she asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yes," I admitted. She groaned and kissed me again, throwing her leg over mine and straddling me. She pushed herself forward and I felt the fabric of the panties covering her push press against my cock. Even through it I could feel the heat of her. The wetness that had soaked through the panties.
She began to grind herself against me, pressing her hot sex against my throbbing cock while we made out. I dropped my head to her breast and kissed along the smooth skin slope to her nipple which I sucked between my lips and flicked my tongue across it. She arched her back, pressing her breast harder against my face, her hips rolling against my erection.
"I need..." she moaned.
"Me too," I said.
She raised herself up on her knees, keeping her legs on either side of mine, stradling me. She reached between us and pulled her panties to the side. The head of my cock was pressed against her sex, at her opening. She slowly began to lower herself on me, groaning as I impaled her. I moaned quietly, feeling the wet heat of her cunt take me in. The tight walls gripping my cock.
"Such a perfect cock," she moaned. "So fucking... god..."
She had me about halfway inside her when we both heard a door open on the floor above us. Olivia. We froze in place for a moment. Soph's eyes went wide suddenly and she stood up, my cock slipping out of her, glistening in the low light with her pussy juices.
"I'm sorry," she said, pulling up the strap of her dress, covering herself. "I'm so sorry! I don't... I don't know what came over me!" She looked down at my hard cock. "Oh fuck," she said and spun. "I'm sorry!"
She fled up the stairs. I rolled my head back and groaned. What the fuck was I doing?! First with Olivia and now with Soph! I was out of my mind.
I tucked myself away and went down to my room. I jerked off then went to sleep. I had to start my new job the next day.
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The day went by in a whirlwind. I tried not to be distracted during my orientation sessions. I met my new team, watched some HR videos and signed a bunch of paperwork. I was given my first project, told the schedule of when I was expected to be in the office. It was only about once a week. It had been decided that I would work mostly from home.
Throughout it all, however, I could not help but think about what had happened the day before. What I had done to Olivia, and what Soph and I had almost done together. Not only was it morally wrong for me on both parts, I was betraying the brother I barely knew, but had welcomed me into his home. I felt sick about it, terrified I had ruined everything.
I had not spoken to either yet today. Olivia was, predictably, still in bed when I got up and left, and Soph must have been avoiding me, though there was a smoothie for me in the fridge when I checked. There was a note leaned against it. A simple white card that said: Good luck on your first day, Soph.
Still the day passed and, eventually I was walking in the front door of the house. Soph was at the island reading a magazine when I came in. She was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, her hair up in a bun. She looked up at me, face pained with worry.
I walked towards her and pulled out a stool and sat.
"Dan," she said. "I have to say that I'm so sor..."
I interrupted her.
"Before you say anything," I said. "Let me just say something. About last night. You were drunk. Had too much wine. I was drunk too. I had too much wine. Things get fuzzy when you are drunk. Who knows what really happened? Probably nothing happened. That's my guess. So much nothing that there probably isn't very much to talk about, yeah?"
Soph blinked, taking that in. Then she smiled slightly, thankfully.
"Yeah," she said. "I think you are right. Probably nothing. Nothing to talk about at all."
"Perfect," I said. "How was your day?"
"It was good," she said, happy that she didn't have to go into this with me. "I was a bit hungover this morning."
"Me too," I agreed. It wasn't really true, but it helped the story we were telling each other.
"Oh," she said, suddenly. "On your first day! How was it?"
I told her about my day and we quickly fell into an easy conversation. It seemed like we might be able to put this behind us. Sure, when I looked at her I wanted to fuck her, but that would be the same as any man. I just needed to forget the perfect feeling of my cock inside of her.
She had made supper and we ate together. Olivia was out with friends so it was just the two of us. Once I had cleaned up I headed down to my room. I had been assigned several videos to watch on my own time and I figured I would get through at least most of them that night so I wouldn't have to deal with them after my project was taking up all my time.
Soph stayed upstairs. Things were not exactly normal between us, but at least we were able to pretend they were. Hopefully, with enough time, they would be.
It was around 11 PM when I heard a knock on my door. I was sitting at my computer watching a video on YouTube.
"It's open," I called out.
Olivia opened the door and stepped through. She was wearing short sweat shorts and a camisole type top. She had no makeup on and looked like she was ready for bed. She turned to close the door behind her.
"Keep it open," I said.
She rolled her eyes but left it open. She walked to my bed and sat on the edge, leaning back on her arms. I cursed myself for wanting her as badly as I did at that moment.
"I think we should talk," she said.
"Ok," I said, swivelling my chair around to face her on the edge of my bed. She was about three feet away from me. "Let's talk."
Suddenly Olivia looked a lot less sure of herself. She had walked in my room full of sexual confidence, but at this moment she looked young and unsure again.
"About yesterday," she said, then looked away from me. "It was ... um ... what were you doing?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said, lying to her. "You'll have to be more specific."
She sighed.
"Jesus. Ok. When you touched me. What the hell, dude?"
"Maybe first you want to tell me what you were doing teasing me?" I said. "And not just out there in the TV room. You've been teasing me since I got here, haven't you?"
"I guess," she said slowly. "I guess, maybe I was. And I dunno. I guess I got carried away. I was pretty pissed when dad told me you were coming. I mean, he even built you this room. He was so excited. Maybe I was a bit jealous and took it out on you."
She tucked her straight black hair behind one ear.
"And it pissed me off the way that fucking Soph was all over you and eye fucking you."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Eye fucking me?"
"Don't tell me you didn't see it," Olivia said, sneering. "She is all over you. And every time she looks at you I can almost hear her silently begging you to throw your cock in her. It's gross!
"So I decided to fuck with you. But then you ... with your hand ... I'm your fucking niece!"
I was quiet for a moment, thinking things through. After the night before, I considered that she might be right about Soph, though I had missed it. And she *was* my niece. I should never have touched her in that way.
I should apologise, I thought. Beg this girl to forgive me and keep it secret. Then, however, she would have something to hold over me. I could see no scenario where she didn't use that to her advantage. That had to be why she had not said anything to Soph or messaged my brother yet.
"You are my niece," I said finally. "That is correct. And I don't give a fuck what you have going on with your step mother, you shouldn't be teasing me. If you behave like you did, you shouldn't be surprised if someone reacts."
I was going to turn this back around on her, if I could. It was the only way I could see surviving this.
"Really?" She said, angry at the implications. "That's what you think? This was my fault? That I deserved it?"
I leaned forwards, moving myself closer to her. She swallowed and I could see her face flush a bit.
"I don't know if you deserved it, Olivia," I said. "But you really did want it, didn't you?"
"What," she gasped. "Is that what you think?"
"It is," I said. "It is what I think. And I think you came down here wanting it again. Wanting more."
"No!" She said, vehemently. "That's not ..."
I reached forward and placed my hand on her bare thigh, just above her knee. She flinched but did not pull away. Looking at me with her large green eyes.
"I think you came down here hoping that I would go so far as fuck you, didn't you, Olivia?"
I placed my other hand on her other thigh and started to push her legs apart. She bit her lower lip and did not resist as I started to spread her. The short legs of her grey sweat shorts rode up her creamy thighs, the fabric pushing against her crotch. I could see a small darker spot where her wetness was beginning to soak through the fabric.
"I didn't," she whispered, her body telling a different story. I was hard as a rock now, my cock tenting my pyjama pants.
"Don't lie to me, Olivia," I said sternly. I could see her nipples hard below her thin top.
"Olive," she whispered.
"What," I asked as my fingers pushed up her thighs slowly, the tips denting in the soft flesh. "What did you say?"
"Olive," she said. "Yesterday you called me Olive. I ... liked it. Dad used to call me that. Will you keep calling me that?"
"Ok, Olive," I said. My hands met at her crotch and I pushed against her sex with both thumbs. She moaned and I felt her push forward against them. The darker grey spot began to spread. "I'll call you Olive. Take off your top, Olive."
I had no plan. I was running on instinct. I was so horny from her teasing, from her step mother the evening before. I had not fucked a woman in months. It took everything I had not to tear off her shorts and drive myself into her. But I kept control.
Olivia ... Olive - I would unpack that later - nodded and grasped the bottom, pulling it upwards. I rubbed my thumbs in a circle, grinding them against her clit as I watched her reveal herself to me.
The day before she had paraded in front of me wearing only a sheer set of bra and panties, which left nothing to the imagination. This was somehow different. Olive was breathing deeply as she tugged her top up.
The camisole caught on the underside of her breasts, lifting them, prolonging the reveal, before they popped free, dropping down against her, jiggling from the impact.
Olive's breasts were full and heavy. Larger than her step mother's, but firm with youth. They were rounded on the underside and sloped from her collarbone to her pink nipples. They had large areolas, several shades pinker than her pale skin. Both nipples had stainless steel bars through them with small balls on either side. I swallowed past a lump in my throat.
I moved my hands away from Olive's sex, causing her to whimper, and pushed my pyjama pants down to my ankles, freeing my throbbing cock. It stood rigid from the patch of my trimmed pubic hair, about seven and a half inches, thick with a heavy vein running along the top of it. It was uncut and half of the swollen purple head was revealed from the foreskin.
Olive instinctively reached for it but I slapped her hand away. She pouted at me.
"Are you going to fuck me, Uncle Dan?" she asked.
"No," I said. "Not today, Olive. If you want to cum, make yourself cum. Use your fingers."
I watched as she obediently pushed her right hand past the elastic waistband of her shorts and began to play with herself. I could tell that she was rubbing her clit and she moaned quietly. Her left hand went up to her breast and began to play with her nipple, tugging at the bar pierced through it.
"Oh, shit," she whispered. "I'm already ... fuck. Close."
"Don't you cum without asking permission," I told her sternly. I stood up and stepped towards her, closing the distance looking down at her. "Do you understand?"
She nodded, looking up at me, a face full of need.
My cock bobbed directly in front of her face. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, almost catching the tip between her lips. I placed the palm of my hand on her forehead stopping her, my cock twitching just inches away from her lips.
"Not today," I said and gripped my own cock and pulled back. The foreskin slid, lubricated by my pre-cum, the smooth purple head glistening. I began to stroke directly in front of her face.
"Don't stop playing with yourself," I demanded. Olive's hand began moving in her shorts again.
"I'm so close, Uncle," she moaned.
"Don't you cum before I do," I said, pumping faster. I was close myself. I needed release and was pent up from the night before with Olive's step mother.
She was whimpering below me, rubbing her own clit furiously. Her fingers tugged at her nipple. I had my hand on her head, palm against her forehead, fingers in her hair. It would be so easy to pull her mouth on me, but I held back.
Soon I could feel my balls tightening, my climax building, the tingle at the base of my cock. I groaned and squeezed my cock hard, holding that feeling for as long as I could before erupting.
My first shot surprised Olive, splashing over her slightly parted lips, across the bridge of her nose. She moaned and opened her mouth, taking a second spurt on her now outstretched tongue.
"Cum for me," I told her and she cried out, arching her back, body going rigid as she climaxed. I aimed my cock lower and sprayed another spurt across her bare chest, groaning.
"Daddeeeeee," she moaned as she came, making my cock lurch in my hand. I moved forward slightly, rubbing the sensitive tip of my shaft over her lips and across her cheek, smearing my cum.
I stepped back and sat in my chair heavily. Olive fell backwards onto my bed and continued to rub, moaning as her orgasm continued. Finally her hand slowed and she stopped moaning, laying there breathing heavily.
She looked amazing with a thick glazing of my cum across her face and perfect tits. Her legs were splayed open and I could see a wide dark spot between them where she had soaked through her shorts.I released my cock and looked at her for a moment before speaking.
"Olive," I said. She just lay there gasping. "Olive."
"Yes," she said dreamily.
"You have to leave now."
She sat up, covered in my cum.
"What?" She said.
"Leave. Go up to bed. I have to get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow."
She look down at herself.
"Do you have a towel or anything?" She asked me.
"No," I said, offhandedly. "Just put your top on and go to your room."
Her eyes widened.
"But what if ... what if Soph sees?"
"You better be quick then. Quick and careful. You know you can't tell anyone about this, yeah? Are you clear on that, Olive?"
She blinked at me and reached to her face, about to scrape my spunk off of her.
"No," I said. "Leave it on. When you get to your room you can clean yourself up. Eat it. And send me a video to show me that you did."
Olive looked like she was about to say something then closed her mouth. She stood and crossed to my still open door. She paused and looked at me over her shoulder.
"Ok," she said quietly. "I will. You are ... you are going to fuck me, eventually? Aren't you?"
"Maybe," I said, shrugging. "Let's see how well you behave. Good night, Olive."
"Good night, Uncle," she said and pulled her top back on over her cum splattered chest.
I sat there for a couple of minutes thinking about what just happened. Yesterday I was hating myself and promising that I would stop. I would leave her alone and behave myself. Today ... today I felt at peace. It was difficult to figure out why.
My phone buzzed and I picked it up. There was a short video from Olive. I opened it and saw what she had recorded. She was topless again and was using her fingers to scoop my cum off of her face and tits, pushing it into her open mouth.
"All done," she said and smiled at the camera. It was the first real smile I had seen from her. Her cheeks dimpled. It made her look pretty and I smiled at my phone in return.