My mind wandered to my teen niece in her bed. So near mine. I needed to see if she was asleep yet. I needed to start taking her now. I needed to remind myself of patience. I would have her, in time. My future little fuckdoll.
I made sure I was completely dry before stepping out of the shower. I knew she wouldn’t wake, but I wanted to take no risks in the process. I did the gentlest of knocks on her door and waited. Nothing. Opening the door slowly, I stepped in. I decided to leave the door open enough to allow some light in so I could better see, but also in case I needed to make a quick escape.
I gazed down at her with an evil grin. I wouldn’t take her tonight. I wanted her awake, aware, begging. But, no harm in taking a quick peek, right? Gently, I began to pull the covers off her body. She shivered, shifted slightly, then continued on with her deep breathing. I drank in the sight of her in that oversized t-shirt. Briefly, I wondered if I could get her to start wearing my shirts to sleep in, instead of whomever’s this was.
My mind raced as I thought about what kind of panties my little doll wears to bed. Carefully, I lifted the hem at the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from groaning out when I saw she was completely bare down there. Either she forgot to put on panties before she crawled into bed, or she regularly didn’t wear them to sleep. I hoped it was the latter. With precise tugs and cautious breaths, I pulled her shirt further up until her breasts were visible too. Lord almighty. Natural, perky, round, topped with raised pink little nubs.
Thoughts swam through my head, all the ways I was going to convince Mona to allow me access to these parts of her a little at a time. She wasn’t an idiot, but she was young and naive. And, she trusted me. If only she knew what I was doing right this moment.
With a heavy sigh and one last longing look, I pulled her blankets back over her body. Such a little temptress, even as she slept. I could wait though. Perhaps, tomorrow, she’ll make some good progress. Speaking of progress, I noticed her phone on her nightstand. It took two tries before I had the correct pin. My poor naive niece.
I took her phone with me back to my room, not wanting to risk her waking up to me scrolling through it. Once safely in my own bed, I began to scroll through. How innocent was she really? Were she and that boyfriend already having sex? Does she send him pictures or videos? Does she tell anyone about any of her fantasies?
I spent an hour backreading conversations with her boring boyfriend. He’s talking about waiting until marriage, and while she agrees, I can read her reluctance. She doesn’t want to wait, which I can definitely use to my advantage. Getting bored of the boyfriend, I moved to her camera folder. There’s a bunch of quotes, mostly about romance, mixed in with the pictures of her. Her pictures are all sweet and tame, making them that much sexier when there’s a tease of skin here, a flash of cleavage there. She’s a natural little fuckdoll, she just needs the right hand to guide her. I didn’t realize I had been stroking myself until some precum dribbled onto my hand. What a waste. Won’t be long though. She doesn’t seem to confide in any of her friends, who all say lots of inappropriate things to her about both me and her boyfriend. Just more of the same of what I overheard at school, except, over text, Mona seems to be able to avoid answering better than in person.