Soon after submitting this, my first Literotica, story I revised it and re-ordered some of the sections. This revised version was then left, forgotten, until I recently found it again lurking on my hard drive. I have dusted it off written a new introduction and made a few other small edits. So here it is.
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Several years ago Jenny and John bought a run down, isolated farmhouse in Southern France, over the next few years they spent most of their spare time and thousands of pounds renovating this house and creating there dream home in this rural idyll.
Eventually they sold John's successful engineering business, their comfortable town house on the outskirts of London and took up full time residence in France. Here for the last couple of years they have led a quiet, comfortable possibly even dull life, far removed from the stress and bustle of their former lives. However this was all about to change when Jenny's sister's teenage step-daughter Nicole came to spend the summer with them.
I shall leave Jenny, John and Nicole tell the rest of the story in their own words.
Jenny:
Maybe it was my fault; perhaps I shouldn't have left John and Nicole alone together all that time. If I hadn't been keeping John on short rations things might have been different... But then, no, no I don't blame him, besides, as it turned out, this episode has awoken something inside me that I thought was lost and had gone forever... And something else I didn't know was there. Not so very long ago something like this would have been a disaster, it would have destroyed everything that John and I had tried for so long and so hard to keep together. No, no this wasn't a disaster; it was a big adventure.
Serendipity was at play here, Nicole with her selfish lust couldn't have known, as we didn't know, that she would be the catalyst that would give our life together new meaning, new hope, and so much more fun! But I'm getting ahead of my self, like I do.
There was more than one reason that Chris wanted Nicole out of the way for the summer. She told me she suspects Nico, her partner, is playing away and that he was using Nicole to get at her too. It wasn't without reason that she suspected him, as that was how she got him in the first place. If Nina, oh, that's Nico's wife, hadn't suddenly taken off into the blue leaving Nico, literally holding the baby, that might have just been a fling, nothing more. Nicole only two years old, she needed a mother. That's why they've been together for the last fifteen or so years. No, they never married, Nico never found Nina to serve the divorce papers. He had strayed from Chris before, nothing too serious they soon patched things up and all was forgotten, until now. This time it's worse. Chris needs the time and the space to win him back, and Nicole's behaviour, which she just hinted of to me, isn't helping.
So Nicole came to stay. When Chris phoned a few weeks later to say Dad had had a heart attack I knew I had to go back to England, as soon as possible and not just to see Dad. Chris was showing signs of cracking under the added strain.
Nicole:
"You dirty little slut!"
That's what Chris, yelled at me when she caught me sucking off the old bloke over the road. He was only giving me my birthday day prezzie f'fucks sake! So she sent me here to France to spend the summer with boring 'Uncle' John and boring 'Auntie' Jenny. It's so dull stuck in the middle of nowhere, away from all my mates, no one to talk to except Jenny, John and their boring mates. Worst still no boys! A woman has needs! Hey, I'm eighteen... Ok, only just, but they think I'm a little girl.
"You're wild, you are out of control, you might legally be a woman, but while you're under my roof you do what I say!"
Chris screamed at me, but I was more angry at Dad for backing her up. I was his 'best little girl' usually he was on my side when that Bitch has a go. Not this time. I had to find a way to get my own back at them. Hey, but at least she had some respect, yeah, she don't go through my room so didn't find the stash of toys that I hid in my bag to bring to France. And I've got my laptop too, so I can still get online.
I spent hours chatting with my mates online, helped the boredom a bit, but I felt so fucking horny all the time. I found some cool 'adult' chat-rooms there were blokes queuing up to have cyber with me. They told me how they were wanking their 'huge cocks' for me, and I would get them boiling over playing 'baby' for the old pervs who used names like 'Daddy.' It got me hot though, them telling me about their 'massive members,' their 'huge erections,' their 'hot throbbing rods.' I bet in realtime the saddos couldn't find their shrivelled dicks with a magnifying glass. Bunch of pervs! Ha! I was only playing these cyber games because I wasn't getting any real cock inside me. My poor pussy got so 'effing sore from hours of frigging myself, I could cum and cum and cum fucking myself with my big dildo, but I so ache to have a real cock in my pussy.
A couple of times, late, when they thought I was soundo I heard 'em 'making love', their sad name for it, in the room next door to me. It was so pathetic. I could here him pleading with her to let him do it, Humph! Eventually she must have given in, 'cos I heard the bed creaking, his grunts and her little squeaks and moans. I knew she was only letting him fuck her to shut him up. Why was he bothering fighting to get into her tired hole when there was my tight, willing pussy just a few feet away?
When we went into town going shopping, or the market, or down the lake I saw John looking at the girls. He had such pervy a look in his eyes. It was So hard not to burst out laughing when he turned away to 'adjust himself.' Jenny glared so hard at him I thought she was going to kill him on the spot! Poor old sod, it's So obvious that he wasn't getting enough to keep him happy. I tried flirting with him, but he didn't notice. It was So frustrating, I know I'm good looking, I have been told so, So many times, even had photographers wanting me to model for them. But 'cos I was under eighteen then they had to get permission from Dad or the Bitch, they wouldn't give it. Why Is this man So blind!
John:
I hadn't really had taken that much notice of Nicole in those first few weeks that she had stayed with us. She was a pretty girl, but that was it, she was a girl. Almost every time that I saw her, not that I saw that much, she seemed to spend most of her time up in her bedroom, she was wearing that sulky teenager face.
Jenny spent a long time on the phone to Christine then announced that the situation at home had got worse. She needed to fly back as soon as possible to help sort things out. We booked her a flight, and on the Tuesday she left for the UK saying that she would be back in a couple of weeks, but might have to stay longer if things were difficult.
"Will you be okay with Nicole?" She asked me before she left.
"Yeah, no problem."
I replied, having no idea how things were going to change over the next few days.
Almost as soon as we had waved Jenny goodbye at the airport Nicole began to change. The sulky teenager look had gone. She spent a lot less time cosseted in her bedroom. She would appear downstairs about noon, no change there, but rather than being fully dressed as she used to, it would be in the baggy t-shirt she used as a nightie. I assumed, although the thought didn't really cross my mind at the time and panties. I'm not so sure now. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were always very prominent. She had nice legs too. Instead of grabbing a cup of coffee and going back to her room, she would sit, drink her coffee with me and strike up a conversation. She spent a lot more time round the pool in her swimsuit, or in the garden. She laughed more, often touching my hand to emphasise a point in our conversations. Looking back now, she was flirting with me outrageously though I didn't see that at the time.
It wasn't until Saturday that it was driven home to me that this girl whom I had known since she was almost a baby had blossomed into a woman. I was working quietly in the garden when I heard a loud splash. I looked up from what I was doing to see, just a few feet away, emerging like Venus Rising from the Waves, was Nicole. Pulling her self up on the edge of the pool, her back arched, her long black hair slick and dripping, the orange bikini she wore barely covering her nakedness. It was impossible for me not to notice her slim body, her olive skin, the swell of her full round breasts, the way her nipples pushed out the front of the tiny triangles of material that revealed more than they hid. She extended her arms fully until her whole torso was in view. Her thong clung to her body exposing, almost more than if she had been naked, the mound and valley of her sex...
I stared at her open mouthed for a few moments then blurted out,
"Isn't that bikini a bit small, I've not seen you almost wearing that before?"
She just laughed threw herself back into the water and continued her swim. I quickly tuned away, embarrassed, shocked at myself for the lustful thoughts emerging in my mind, and the stirring in my loins. For god's sake man, she's only a girl! I admonished myself pushing back down my lustful feelings. A few minutes later she climbed from the pool and ran across the patio to where I was working, she stopped in front of me, affording me another, dare I say delicious, view of her almost naked form. She bent down, kissed my forehead and laughed,
"Mmm you're so funny Uncle John."
She purred before disappearing dripping into the house to get dressed. There was something very odd about the way she called me 'Uncle John!'
Nicole:
After Jenny went away I really turned up the heat, flaunting myself in front of John, showing off my long lovely legs. I even used to tease my nipples before I went down stairs in my nightie so they would stick out for him, show him how horny I was. And all the time I spent in my 'sensible' bikini by the pool. I was throwing myself at him, but still he didn't make a move on me.
I knew he was cracking. When I posed for him in the pool in my little orange string bikini. Something else the Bitch didn't know that I'd bought. It gave him such a boner he went bright red! Ah, poor baby. I'm aching for him to make a move on me, to take me, to use me like his slut. It gives me such a warm thrill inside to think like that. I want him. I Need him! But the only way I'm going to have him is if I make a move on him.
Of course catching John in the shower was no accident, but catching him wanking was a bonus, I knew I had some power over him then. I had gone downstairs early on Sunday morning; I needed a drink of water. I saw him sitting in his office looking at porn on his PC, his back was to me, he didn't notice me standing in the doorway, but I could see what was on his screen. Pictures of dark-skinned fit girls like me, all with firm boobs and hard nipples. His choice of pictures was turning me on! I could see his hand moving inside his robe. As he flicked through the pictures some times he would pause, usually at a juicy pussy shot, he would beat himself faster for a few moments before moving on. Dirty perv. Still, it was getting me hot. I could have made my move then, but I had a better idea and went quietly back upstairs and waited.
