I had written a series on my wife's three nieces. All cute. All living in the same country town where their parents lived. Their mother Janet was my wife Margaret's sister.
In my series, in my late sixties I get to have sex with each of the young women. The eldest I called Clare; she is 41. The second was called Taryn, 37 and the youngest Emma, 34. All had been married with kids, but Taryn was now divorced. In the stories I wrote, they had all had a crush on me in their teens which was not consummated till twenty years later, all in the same week.
I called myself David in the five stories, but my real name is Phil.
Let us now imagine that the earlier stories were fiction. The girls exist, as do I, but the consummation was fictional, occurring only on Literotica.
Getting back to the real world then: out of the blue recently I Phil (the real Phil, Uncle Phil) got an email. It was directed to an address that I rarely checked, and mainly used as my contact address on Literotica.
"Is that you, uncle Phil? It's Jessica, but you might call.me Taryn
:-)"
I never expected to be found out like this. My little niece was obviously a reader of Literotica stories! She must have read my stories about her and her sisters and recognised herself. I thought long and hard about it. A day later I sent a reply.
"What would you like my answer to be? :-)"
Within a day there was a reply
"Is that a yes?"
I decided this exchange would take forever, and I wanted to know how much she had worked out. I set up a new Skype account with some fake details and sent one last email.
"Do you want it to be? (Try Skype, my address is xxxxxxx)"
There was a pause of a day or two then I got a request in Skype to add a new contact. I knew it was Jessica. Then came her message.
JESSICA: "It would be exciting if it was you, dear uncle Phil. :)"
My heart skipped a beat. She was definitely flirting with me. She'd read the stories and (far from being shocked) she was intrigued. I checked her status. She was offline at the time. I replied.
PHIL: "By the way, how do I know if you are who you claim to be? You could be anyone pretending to be my so-called niece."
The next time I checked, a photo downloaded. A selfie of my cute niece. Wow. This was serious. It really was my niece Jessica, whom I had called Taryn. And I realised that as I was looking at her pic, Jessica was online. My heart beat furiously.
PHIL: "OK, but anybody could have got a pic of a young woman from a Facebook page. How about some evidence that you have taken a pic on this day at this hour. Is there something you can use as proof? And I'm not even saying I recognised that person."
Another pause. She was away for about ten minutes. Then another pic. This one shocked me even more. Jessica was naked, save for a sheet of newspaper of that day's date. This was Jessica as I'd never seen her, a sexual person.
The headlines on the newspaper proved it could only be that day's paper. It partly covered her pussy and thighs but she was showing off her cute boobs and prominent nipples. My cock twitched and my heart thumped. If she thought I really was uncle Phil, then she was giving me a message: look at what I'm offering you; I've read your stories and here's my answer!
PHIL: "Mmmm very pretty. and your nipples are hard, I can see."
JESSICA: "That's because I've been tugging on them thinking about you."
I had no idea what to do next. She was seemingly offering herself to me. She took the initiative.
JESSICA: "Now, how about you send me one?
PHIL: "You want a dick pic?"
JESSICA:"Lol. No, something more subtle."
I sent a pic of my hand, without wedding ring and watch. No identifying features.
JESSICA: "I didn't mean that subtle, uncle. You could at least give me a clue!"
PHIL: "Not yet."
Too much was hanging on this. Lives could be changed if I revealed I really was her Uncle Phil, that I had written sex stories about her and her sisters and was happy to look at nude pics of her.
Over the next two weeks I kept playing cool, not quite admitting that I was her actual uncle. Then my wife and I travelled to her town to stay with her parents.
Jessica knew I was coming and kept teasing me about what she would do when I got there. She said she'd come to meet me at a local motel, she'd turn up without panties, she'd pick me up in her car and drive me to the local lovers meeting place. It was all very exciting, and enticing.
When we arrived it wasn't long before Jessica appeared where we were staying at her parents' place. Her children were at school, so Jessica was on her own. It was a day off for her.
She was looking especially cute and I could tell she was dressed to attract. She had her brown curly hair in a new style, she was made up carefully and she was wearing a skin tight short dress with a flared skirt, and new sandals. Her slim thighs were inviting and her arms were bare. She always had something of a cheeky elfin appearance about her, and so it was today.
She gave me a searching look, seeking a signal. I gave nothing away in front of my wife and sister in law. Jessica hugged me tight, pressing her young slim body tight against mine. When we kissed hello, our lips almost touched. I wondered whether it was her or me who had caused that - and to be honest I wasn't sure.
After we'd been chatting for some time, Marg and Jan went out to the yard to hang out washing. I sat at the dinner table, where I had been working on a jigsaw puzzle of a fishing village in France. It was about one third complete.
Jessica moved so she stood beside me and began leaning over the table. I took a good look at her cute arse, and remembered the pic she'd sent me. I could see she was wearing a skimpy bra. I wondered whether she had carried out her threat to not wear panties. I looked closely and was mildly disappointed to see the outline of panties under her dress.
I looked at the others out in the yard. They wouldn't be able to see us. At the most, they could see our heads and part of our torsos. I decided to take the risk. I pointed at the jigsaw puzzle with my left hand.
"You see how smoothly this is going together, Jessica?" As I spoke, I ran my right hand up the inside of her thigh. She jumped at first, then let out a sigh. I stroked the smooth young firm flesh, getting close to her panties.
She spoke in a low voice.
"So it is you."
She shivered, looking down at the puzzle.
I pointed to a gap in the pieces. "Now, there's a gap there that I find interesting. What might go in there, do you think?"
I touched her flimsy panties. She opened her thighs enough for me to cup her mound. Without looking back at me, she purred. I spoke softly.
"Ah, I think I know what might fit there. It needs to be a special piece." I smiled and placed a piece in the gap on the board. She didn't look back, just bit her lip at the same time as I ran my finger over her panties along the outline of her slit.
"That fits nicely, uncle. Don't stop."
I slipped my fingers inside her panties from the back and pulled them down a little over her slim bum. I ran a finger along her slit and parted her cuntlips. I found the fleshy bit and the hard nub of her clitoris. She moaned. I pointed at the bits of sea on the board.