by Stewart Lee
as told to
BrettJ Β© 2008
*
My niece Marsha has never been a raving beauty. She's tall, at nearly 5'10" and a bit klutzy. Her hair is long and straight and blonde, she wears sloppy clothes and no makeup. The kind of girl that was likely to marry the first idiot who pays any attention to her and end up in a dull, boring marriage. At times as well, my sister can be a bit insensitive to her daughter's feelings. Marsha is a Christmas baby, born on the 22nd and they usually combine her presents. The kid tries to put on a brave face, but it's easy to tell she's feeling a bit down.
I didn't want that for her, because she's my niece and because she has such a beautiful heart. She's wonderful with animals and children and has a kind word for all. I wanted her to see that she had the potential to be anything she wanted, including wild and sexy.
I asked my wife for assistance. Veronique is a very sexual person; she has been one from the day we first met. I was dating a fried of hers and we were fucking up a storm in her apartment. Veronique walked in, smiled and said "Keep going, don't let me interrupt." She smiled with that perfect row of white teeth and I was a goner. Next time I fucked Casey, Veronique joined us. The time after that, no Casey.
Veronique is also tall; she's part Ethiopian, with Crème de Cacao skin and long, dark hair. Her legs are her best feature, but she's got these tiny beautiful tits and a tight pussy that grips you and holds you tight. Her body is perfection.
She works in the Sex trade, owning a local Boutique & Sex Shoppe. I outlined my plan and her dark eyes danced with delight as I told her. She had one additional contribution.
"W-what? You've got to be kidding, we can't do
that
!" I was shocked.
"Why not? Let's give her the night of her life!" Veronique stayed totally calm as she folded a small pile of thongs.
"Darling, I want to give her the sexy makeover and it's nice of you to contribute the lingerie, but ... "
"But, what? We've both fucked girls her age -- there are always a few young ones at the Swing Parties we attend."
Veronique and I started swinging almost a month after our marriage. She loves an occasional strange cock, although it's really more of a chance for her to eat pussy or have a three-way. We go a few times a month, no big deal. Casey and her girlfriend -- yes,
that
Casey -- go all the time. Casey and Veronique are on good terms and many times we've had foursomes with Casey and her lover, Aubrey. Aubrey paid me a high compliment by telling me I'm one of the few men she can stand fucking.
"Babe, we've seen couples that bring their of-age kids, you fucked that little Swedish nymph -- Mia, isn't that right? Her entire family fucks each other, they were watching you both, so why not this?"
"Because she ... well, she ... "I couldn't think of a logical response, other than the fact that Marsha is my niece. But then my wife's perverse nature started to infect me again. Veronique is the kind of woman that keeps a guy on his toes.
"You think she'd go for it?"
"If she isn't a virgin, she's close enough. A night with her sexy aunt and hunky uncle? Once we get her into the idea, you're damned right she'll go for it."
Veronique kissed me very sensually on the mouth, not caring about the PDA. In the short skirt she was wearing, it rode up and you could see her buttocks and tiny thong. She has no shame. Well, why should she? She's a drop-dead hot exhibitionist bitch who has lez-fucked almost all her Sales Clerks. HaHa
On Marsha's eighteenth birthday, we showed up bright and early at my sister's place and announced we were taking Marsha out for a day of indulgence, treating her to a day out for her birthday and buying her some nice things for her Christmas present. Quiet frankly, I think Tanya was glad to have her out of the house; Marsha was sulking about having no plans for her "special" day. We intended to change all that.
Marsha wasn't sure, but Tanya talked her into it and Veronique took her away in our little Triumph. It was a nice day, so we used the Sports Car. I made the house ready, got the champagne, did everything I could to prepare for a wonderful night spent with my niece and wife. I hoped it would be a night beyond all our expectations, I was sure it would surpass Marsha's. I knew Veronique would make sure of that.
It seemed like no time had passed at all when I heard the car screech into the driveway and the front door open. I had changed into my best blue blazer and dress slacks and readied myself for the night.
And had my mind blown.
Standing in front of me, in a short miniskirt, her hair tousled professionally, her apple-size tits visible in a low-cut top, was my niece. Only she
wasn't
. This sure as hell wasn't the dowdy little thing I knew, this girl was glowing, beaming, happiness radiating from her entire face. A face that had been nicely made over, eyes lined with a smoky eyeliner, cheekbones high and lips soft and kissable. She had on strappy high-heeled sandals that went halfway up her long, tanned legs and she walked towards me, teary-eyed and gave me a kiss on the cheek. For some unfathomable reason, the klutzy had vanished, because she walked in the heels with a gentle sway, like she belonged in them. She looked like a model, a walking wet dream.
"Thank You, Uncle Stewart, oh thank you so much!" Marsha cried softly, hugging me tight. Veronique walked out of our bedroom where she'd made a few preparations. My wife was wearing a gauzy black top and tight black leather pants. I knew she likely had on a tiny thong under the pants, but not much else. My most fervent hope was that my niece would find her aunt as desirable as I did and this would be the evening of
all
our fantasies.
"Thank your Aunt Veronique" I instructed her. My wife laughed and said "She did, she couldn't
stop
thanking me. I think my blouse is still a bit damp from all the tears."
Marsha sniffed a bit, then ran to look at herself in the living room mirror. I walked over to my wife and whispered in her ear "
Holy Shit
!"
Ronnie whispered back "I know. Who knew such a hottie was hiding underneath all that ugly, baggy clothing? I had to restrain myself from jumping her in the salon -- and I think the girl styling her hair felt the same way" she chuckled.
"I can't believe it's really me!" Marsha enthused, twirling about and making her mini ride up. She was wearing a tiny pink thong that matched the pink mini she wore and had on a light pinkish-white top. I could see a lacy pink bra underneath, she was all so girlish, innocent, yet arousingly sexy.
"Thank you both
sooo
much for my day, I can't ... "Marsha started to sputter again, but I stopped her.