Exhibitionist Niece Moves In Episode 1
~EXHIBITIONIST NIECE~ ~MOVES IN~
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CHAPTER ONE
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“Jesus Christ! Did you see that?” My wife asks in a hushed whisper. “Of course you did. What am I thinking? They were tits and you’re a guy.” She says, placing her hand in my lap to judge the extent of my awareness. I was very aware!
The tits in question belong to our niece, Lauren, who is staying with us to finish her last semester of college. Her dad accepted a very lucrative promotion, which required the family to move out of state. Rather than transfer during her final semester, and pay out of state tuition, Lauren asked if she could stay with us until the end of the semester. Lauren’s mother is my wife’s older sister and we get along great with her and her family. We immediately said yes.
Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini p-nties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you’re not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body.
“I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here.” She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert n-pples are pushing against the thin material of her top, which barely conceals her firm, round tits.
“You’re the best, Aunt Cindy!” She continued, leaning down to give my wife a hug and a k-ss on her cheek. My eyes followed the front of her pajama top, falling away from her br-asts, as she bent forward. Her entire left br-ast, down to the edge of her areola, was hanging bare, less than a foot from my face.
“You too, Uncle Jim. Thank you so much!” She smiled, as she turned her body towards me, without straightening up. Her lovely tits swung free, within her loose fitting top, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and k-ssed my cheek. My eyes were glued to her bare tits as I returned her hug. Her n-pples, resting against the material of her gaping pajama top, were the only part of her tits not visible to me. When she stood up, her top fell back into place, and her taut n-pples were again pushing against the flimsy, floral material.
“Well, good night.” She said, as my eyes moved down to her crotch, focusing on the blonde pub-c hair, visible through her light colored p-nties.
“You’ll be able to hook up my computer tomorrow, won’t you Uncle Jim?” Lauren asked as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. My eyes were locked on her firm, round, p-nty-clad ass cheeks, swinging back and forth as she walked.
“Uh, sure. I’ll need your passwords to set it up.” I yelled after her.
“No problem, I’ll leave them on the computer table. Thanks.” She said, smiling back at us as she entered her bedroom.
“Your theme song, from now on, is: You Can Look But You Better Not Touch!” Cindy laughs, while stroking my hærd c*ck through my shorts. “You liked that, didn’t you Jim?” She asks teasingly, while k-ssing my neck and slipping her hand in,side the leg of my shorts. I had put on a pair of loose fitting shorts, sans underwear, and a t-shirt after my shower. Cindy is now m-ssaging my balls and the base of my c*ck as she teases me about my reaction to our niece’s body.
Cindy and I have been married for ten years and have a vibrant s*x life; full of role-plays, p-rn videos and public, risk-taking s*x. Before agreeing to let Lauren live with us, we discussed how her presence in the house would affect our spontaneity. We had no idea it would affect it this way.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom.” I say, nearly p-nting from Cindy’s expert manipulation of my c*ck and balls.
“Let’s not.” She whispers, pushing my shorts down and releasing my hærd c*ck. “I think Lauren’s in for the night. What do you think?” Cindy asks mischievously, as she scoots away from me and lowers her head to my lap.
“I don’t know.” I say, s-cking in air as Cindy’s tongue licks my c*ckhead. “Do you really want your sister’s daughter to see you giving me head in the living room?” Cindy wets her l-ips and slides them down over my c*ck, stroking up and down my shaft with her hand. I scoot my ass closer to the edge of the couch to give her better access.
“Do you really want me to stop?” She asks, smiling at me as she comes up for air.
“Hell no!” I say, thr-sting my h¡ps up and trying to drive my c*ck farther into her warm, w-t mouth. Without taking her mouth off my throbbing c*ck, Cindy slides off the couch and onto the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she pulls my shorts the rest of the way off and spreads my knees apart. Cupping my balls in her left hand, she continues pumping me in and out of her mouth with her right hand. My wife’s blowjob expertise, coupled with the vision of Lauren’s tits, still vivid in my mind, drives me to a quick release.
“Oh f****k!” I whisper, loudly, shooting several loads of c-m into my wife’s welcoming mouth. Cindy s-cks and swallows until my ass settles back down on the couch and my balls are empty. Leaning back and licking her l-ips, she smiles at me.
“Mmmm. You really came hærd! Maybe Lauren should parade around like that all the time.” She teases. “Or maybe you just like the idea that she might catch us.”
“Maybe you just give great head!” I answer. “Now can we take this into the bedroom?” I ask, sitting up straight. “I’m not quite the exhibitionist you are, and I really want to taste you right now.” As I stand up, I swear I hear the click of a door closing. Looking down the hall, I don’t see anything.
The next day, I’m in Lauren’s room connecting her computer to my wireless network. As promised, she left her passwords on her desk before she went to school. Cindy’s at her job at the daycare and I have another couple of hours before I need to start working. I work at home, providing tech support for a large software company. I supplement that with freelance debugging of security software on the side.
I’m somewhat of a voyeur when it comes to working on other people’s computers. I like to snoop around and see what web sites they visit, what they’ve downloaded and generally how they use their computer. Even if Lauren hadn’t left her passwords, I’m pretty good at hacking into most software programs.
You can imagine my surprise when I pull up Lauren’s deleted browser history and find she frequently visits amateur exhibitionist and voyeurism websites. Rather than visit the sites on her computer, I copy the URLs and e-mail them to myself. Intrigued, I search the rest of her computer for pictures or stories, but find nothing. With an hour left before I have to log on for my tech support gig, I go down to my basement office and use my computer to explore Lauren’s websites.
The one she most frequently visits requires a log on and a password. I go back to Lauren’s computer and find her log on and password hidden within her windows files. You should never answer yes, when windows asks if you want your password remembered. Back downstairs, I plug in the information and bring up a personalized page within an amateur exhibitionist website. Lauren is known as BBBarbie and has a running blog about her various exhibitionism activites. The BBBarbie, I soon discover stands for a variety of names including BareBre-stedBarbie and BareBottomBarbie, depending on the current subject of the blog.
My c*ck is getting stiff as I read Lauren’s blog, and think about how she exposed her tits to me last night. The earliest entry is about a year ago, when her and a girlfriend went to the mall wearing very short skirts, without p-nties, and spent the afternoon riding the various escalators. She writes how w-t they got watching all the men adjust the bulges in their p-nts, as they followed her and her girlfriend around.
I scan through several entries where she describes teasing one of her college professors. She started with leaning over his desk, asking questions about test material, and just enjoying exposing her braless tits to his unsuspecting eyes. She has an entry for almost everyday and it seems like she was teasing him mercilessly for several weeks. The first month, she writes about exposing her tits to him at least once during every class. She excitedly describes his building discomfort as she starts flashing her p-nties, from her seat in the second row. Wearing an extremely short skirt, and progressively more revealing p-nties, she finally ends up giving him an unobstructed view of her bare p*ssy under her skirt. By the time I get to her description of how she masturbates, thinking about her professor’s hærd-on, I’ve got my c*ck out of my p-nts, stroking the hell out of it.
It’s an intEr×¢tive blog, where others can leave comments and questions. Many of these comments are suggestions of what to do next or words of encouragement to tease the hell out of these unsuspecting men. I scan down farther and read an entry where several particip-nts debate the finer points of exhibitionism.
VoyGirl: The real trick is to be subtle enough so he thinks he’s sneaking peeks at your tits or your ass. If you flaunt it too much, you loose the real essence of great exhibitionism.
BBBarbie: I agree. It works best when he thinks you are innocently unaware of what he’s seeing.
Nakd4U: Yeah and I get more turned on by teasing one guy over a long period of time, than I ever got giving a quick flash to strangers.
BBBarbie: You got that right! Taking it slowly, and progressively letting him see more, is such a f-cking turn-on, I get w-t thinking about it.
VoyGirl: The more he sees, the more he wants to see. I’ve got my 18 year-old brother going crazy right now trying to see me n*ked.
BBBarbie: Yeah, my brother has such a perpetual hærd-on I almost feel sorry for him. lol
F****k! What a little prick-tease! I don’t have anymore time, so I log off her blog and log onto the tech support site. Throughout the day my thoughts never stray much from my niece and her proclivity for exhibitionism. I wonder if last night was the beginning of her progressively revealing strategy, aimed at me. If so, knowing her plan could make it fun.
Lauren gets home before Cindy, and I hear her coming down the stairs, just as I’m logging off from work. I watch her descend the last few steps, and am rewarded with the sight of her braless tits bouncing in,side a pink, cropped blouse. There is plenty of bare skin between the bottom of the blouse and her low slung, white shorts. I feel my c*ck stir as she walks over to me.
“Hi Uncle Jim.” She smiles. “Did you get a chance to hook up my computer?” She leans down for a k-ss and her scoop neck blouse falls away from her chest, giving me an eyeful of her smooth, hanging tits. Once again, I can’t quite see her n-pples. She must practice this in a mirror, to know exactly how much she’s revealing. I do my best to act indifferent to her display.
Tbc