(Note: I have rewritten the first two parts of this story. I think they are much improved. The Three Sisters series is about David, who has lusted after his three young nieces for years. They are all "yummy mummies" now, aged between 34 and 41. He is about to find that the lust he felt for them might be mutual.)
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My wife has three nieces in a rural coastal town several hours from the city. The eldest is Clare, 41, married with three children. The next, Taryn, is 37, divorced with two children. Then comes Emma, with one child and one on the way. She too is married.
They are all pretty girls, and sexy to my mind. You know how it is with sisters: they look alike but in their own way, and they definitely have different builds.
Clare is quite statuesque. About 5'7, with a woman's build. Ample boobs, grabbable hips and great thighs. Taryn has a slight build with these great boobs tacked on. She's shorter than big sister Clare. Emma is the shortest of the three girls. She has a compact firm body and is cheeky and fun.
I've never done anything remotely improper with these girls. No flirting. No touching. No suggestive looks. No stalking. I've been a favourite uncle. Avuncular to the nth degree. Until...
The way that it started was just how things happen these days. I have two Skype accounts, one for family and the other...the other is secret and I use it to contact women I meet online in sex chat forums. I've had some great times on there, mainly text chat. Sometimes when wife Wendy is away, II do voice chat, which I have found extremely erotic. And on one or two occasions it's been used for video chat.
Anyway, recently that account has been giving me suggestions of "people you may know", that sort of thing. Most of those people I've never heard of. One or two are in my contact book or Facebook contacts. And there among those were two familiar names, Clare and Emma. My wife's sexy nieces.
Suddenly I was having fantasies about the girls. I was waking in the night with a hard on and thoughts of one or the other naked with me, of me touching them, fucking them. They'd be smiling and enjoying it, enthusiastic sex partners.
And that's when it came to me. This Skype account, the one suggesting they were people I knew, was a bogus account. A secret persona. Instead of David Johnson, on that account I was Dan Jarrett. A person who didn't exist. This meant if I did anything foolish on that account, I wasn't leaving a trail. Dan Jarrett was the man responsible, and he didn't exist.
In the middle of a night when I wasn't sleeping, when I was lying awake with a hard on, imagining Clare naked, her milky boobs inviting my kisses, it came to me. I could try contacting one of the girls as Dan, and inviting her to join me as a Skype friend. I'd use the approaches I'd learnt on chat forums to try to entice her to respond. And I'd see where it lead.
I actually thought it was a lame idea, and I wouldn't get past first base. I thought, "I'll send the request and get no reply". They'll see this stranger's name and delete or ignore. Or they'd read my message, put me down as an old perv, and - see previous sentence. Or they'd tell me to get fucked. This was a plan which titillated, but had no chance of working. Nevertheless, for a bit of fun, I thought I'd give it a try.
I decided I'd start with the eldest, Clare. I pressed the Skype icon for a new chat, and started typing "Clare". Her name appeared immediately, and I selected her. But how to entice her to respond? I wasn't going to say, "Hi Clare, this is your uncle David. I know you've always thought of me as an upstanding pillar of the community, a kind and friendly uncle, but really I'm an old sleaze who loves dirty chats with younger women online, engages in cybersex with them and wanks his cock off while they're rubbing their pussies till we both cum". No, that would be the end of uncle David . I had to be Dan. She wouldn't react. I'd approach Clare as Dan. There would be the thrill of a few days wondering if she might respond, and the possibilities that might lead to, and then it would fizzle. When it didn't work with Clare, I'd try Taryn, then little Emma.
I finally decided to give it a go. Beginning with the magnificent-boobed Clare, I'd try it out. When it failed, she'd have no idea it had been me, her image of uncle David would be preserved, marriages and family relationships would be intact, and life would go on as before. She'd probably forget she'd even been contacted by some Dan Jarrett fellow.
So I sent her a request. I went with, "Hi, I'm Dan, a much older naughty married man who loves nothing more than a cheeky, dirty chat with a sexy younger woman. Please allow me in. You won't regret it :)"
I sent it. Over the next day or two I thought about it a fair bit, and my heart beat faster when I did. But at the end of the second day, I had assumed I wouldn't hear from Clare. I was checking Skype to see whether another contact was available for some hot chat, when I saw Clare's response. My heart jumped. My cock twitched. I literally gasped.
CLARE "You naughty old perv. What are you doing contacting me? I'm a happily married woman of 39 (white lie, I knew she was two years older) with kids. Get lost, you wanker."
Now some might consider this is a total rejection, but I chuckled. Knowing Clare, I could imagine her cheeky grin as she wrote this. Three things encouraged me. One, she had replied rather than just deleted me. She had accepted my request. In fact, one might conclude that she was entering into a conversation with me. Two, she'd lied about her age, which suggested she wanted to be seen as desirable. Three, she'd told me a bit about herself as if that might lead to further converse.
I spent the night tossing up what I might say in response. I know from my sex chat experiences that the wrong thing said at the wrong time could be the end of the chat at any time, even if all was going well the previous minute.
The next day, I typed in. "Clare, thanks for accepting my request. 'Mmm, 39. My favourite age. Old enough to know what you like, and young enough to be firm and inviting. I bet you have an ideal body for an experienced mature man to explore. I have something here you might like too. As to you having kids, that's great. Proof of fecundity, of an active sex life and a pussy that has been used for its proper purpose. You say you're married. That's ideal. So am I. We can have our secret fun together."
I waited two days for a response. Then suddenly there it was. My hand was shaking as I clicked on it. Would this be rejection, or had she left an opening for further conversation?
She had written. "You naughty man. I don't know why you think I encouraged you. You seem like someone who wants to cheat on his wife and have dirty chats with a married cheating woman online while their spouses have no idea. How did you get my name? How do you even know that I'm not a fat old hag, or a nun?"
I laughed. I thought for a moment, and started typing, "Thanks for telling me that you're not a fat old hag, Clare. I was confident you wouldn't be. Just an intuition. I also assumed you weren't a nun. After all, what are the chances? 😉 "
I clicked the arrow to send, then realised that Clare was actually online right then. She must have come online while I was writing my post. My heart beat. Would she read my response in real time, and start replying while I was watching?
That is indeed what happened. The symbol for the other person typing came on. Oh god, I though, this is exciting. What will she say?
I didn't have to wait long. "No, I'm not a fat hag Dan. 5'7, 38 25 36 if you must know. Brunette. About 130, maybe less."
Fuck, I thought. I'm engaged in a sex chat with my wife's niece. Foreplay, if you like. Clare was not a blood relation, you realise, but someone I'd seen as a baby, watched grow up and so on. And now we were carrying on like two naughty sex chatters. As far as she was concerned, I was a stranger, without a face or anything much to identify me. And she was telling me stuff to encourage me. Why else give me those statistics? (Which by the way sounded pretty accurate to me.)
I decided to push things, as I usually did. Faint heart and all that. "And are you brunette downstairs as well?"
The answer was quick. She was a fast typist. "My, you are forward, aren't you, Daniel? Yes and no. Brunette, but I shave usually."
This was proof positive if I needed it that niece Clare was up for sex chat. I wondered how many times she had engaged in it. Was she online every day, having cybersex? Or voice chat? Or was she having affairs in real life? My heart was racing by now, and I realised I was as hard as a rock.
DAN "Mmm cute. I can run my tongue straight through to your slit, over yr smooth mound."
CLARE "Mmm. Nice."
I had just told my niece I wanted to have oral sex with her and she had said she'd like that.
DAN "Clare, where are you most sensitive: clit, inner thigh, nipples, neck, bum...?"
CLARE "Wow, Dan. You don't waste time do you? Most of those actually. If you worked on my nipples while you were licking my pussy, I'd cum really hard :)"
I knew I was pushing hard, but I was gratified that she was responding in kind. She was telling me how to make love to her, my favourite niece, thinking I was some random cheeky older guy.
I kept pushing.
DAN "Clare, I'm stroking right now. My cock is really hard and leaking precum. I hope you don't mind me saying that."
This was always a risk, because I was leaving no doubt about my intentions. But in fact she gave the usual response.
CLARE "(Blush) no it's ok...flattering I guess."