“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 panties. 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 nipples 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 kiss on her cheek. My eyes followed the front of her pajama top, falling away from her breasts, as she bent forward. Her entire left breast, 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 kissed my cheek. My eyes were glued to her bare tits as I returned her hug. Her nipples, 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 nipples 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 pubic hair, visible through her light colored panties.
“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, panty-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 hard cock through my shorts. “You liked that, didn’t you Jim?” She asks teasingly, while kissing my neck and slipping her hand inside 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 massaging my balls and the base of my cock 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 sex life; full of role-plays, porn videos and public, risk-taking sex. 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 panting from Cindy’s expert manipulation of my cock and balls.
“Let’s not.” She whispers, pushing my shorts down and releasing my hard cock. “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, sucking in air as Cindy’s tongue licks my cockhead. “Do you really want your sister’s daughter to see you giving me head in the living room?” Cindy wets her lips and slides them down over my cock, 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, thrusting my hips up and trying to drive my cock farther into her warm, wet mouth. Without taking her mouth off my throbbing cock, 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 fuck!” I whisper, loudly, shooting several loads of cum into my wife’s welcoming mouth. Cindy sucks and swallows until my ass settles back down on the couch and my balls are empty. Leaning back and licking her lips, she smiles at me.
“Mmmm. You really came hard! 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 BareBreastedBarbie and BareBottomBarbie, depending on the current subject of the blog.